When you first looked at the room, it was like staring into the cleanest place on earth. Everything was shinny and neat, in its correct place. There were models of dragons
around the room and Qudditch posters on the walls. There was only one bed, of course, because they were Slytherins. There were two people in the room, and you could
hear one in the bathroom.
"Come on Draco! We are going to be late for breakfast if you don't hurry up!" yelled Blaise, who was sitting in Draco's room.
"I'm coming! You know that it takes forever for me to look perfect, and I am not leaving this room until I look perfect!" Draco said with a malicious sneer in his voice.
"Drake, Honey, you take forever to get ready. I mean, I am a girl and I take less time than you do to get ready." said Pansy.
"Well you do not always look perfect. Do you? Now you two stop complaining. I want to look my best today." he said.
"What is so special about today?" asked an irritated voice.
" Today, my dear Blaise, is the day I will best Potter."
" At what? You say this every year. Why don't we just go down to the Great Hall and eat so we are not late to class. You know how Pansy and I do not like to be late.
Besides, I know you do not really hate Potter. I mean..."
"What!" Draco shouted in an outraged voice. He came out of the bathroom and threw his brush at Blaise's head. It hit, of course.
"Ow! Draco! That hurt! Why did you do that?" Blaise asked innocently.
"Blaise do not act like all innocent. I heard what you said. What do you mean I do not hate Potter. Of course I hate Potter! He is the bloody bane of my existence, has been
since first year!" said Draco with pure malice in his voice.
"Nothing Draco, you and Blaise will talk about it later. Now, if you do not hurry up I am going to breakfast without you." said Pansy. Then she preceded to leave out the
bedroom with a slam of the door.
"What's up her ass? She is not usually like that to me." Draco said.
"I do not know. She has been like that ever since the end of the war. I think she is hiding something from us. Like she has a secret boyfriend or something. Maybe she wants to
tell us but is afraid to or can't. Who knows? Its Pansy." replied a bewildered Blaise.
"Yeah, maybe. Well lets go to breakfast I am starving." was all the reply he got before a flash of blond passed him.
"Hey! Wait up!" he said.
On the other side of the school in a high tower was a boy with messy black hair being awoke by a red head. The room was a red color with gold outline. There were five beds
in the room. The two people on the bed were Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. Of course you know which one is which.
"What do you want? I was having a good dream for once." asked Harry in an irrate voice.
"Come on mate, its time for breakfast. We only have twenty minutes left. Hermione is going to have our asses. You know she hates being late. She can be like a mother hen
sometimes. I was hoping she would cut it out after the war, but has she? No!" answered Ron.
"Fine! I will get up, but you are going to pay for this one day!" Harry said.
"You say that every morning Harry, I am used to it. Now, hurry up. I'm starving." said Ron.