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Locomotive
Chapter II
Hermione Granger was astonished. Before her eyes were the Head Common Rooms. Which consisted of a main foyer, adorned with purple furnishing. Photographs of the previous Heads, and other important figured lines the walls. From the foyer opened up two corridors. On led to the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw main room. While the other opened up to the Gryffindor and Slytherin main room. Both of which were simply decent sized study rooms. Akin to a muggle living room. Here, as they were informed, was a place to lounge and collaborate. From each main room branched off a personal bedroom and bath. One for each house.
Hermione walked through her own bedroom door with a nervous smile on her face. The dark, heavy wood opened up to a lavish bedroom adorned with crimson and gold. To her, it seemed fit for a princess. The walls lines with library shelves. Littered with texts she had not yet heard of. To the side was a glorious window, revealing just how high up they really were. She glided over and took a seat on the window comforter, taking a glance out the panes. In her sight was the edges of the lake and the beginnings of the forbidden forest.
She breathes, her hand nervously twiddling through her wavy locks. Upon her bed lay her luggage, neatly arranged. And they lay Crookshanks, purring softly. With a grin she moved over and began to unpack her things, making sure she felt at home in this new room that was so different from the years before.
Sure, she herself could not deny she had a wit about her. And new plenty more about Hogwarts than the average bloke…. But she couldn't help wonder why in fact she was chosen as Head Girl. Especially on such short notice. Furthermore, it was even harder to wrap her head around why that that dastardly Malfoy got the job. If anything, how was he even let back in? He was evil to the core no doubt. And everyone rightly knew it. Of course she has seen the articles in the Daily Prophet. "Malfoy Son Life Threatened: Brainwashed Boy?" "Charges Dropped Malfoy Heir is Innocent." "Dark Mark No More?" The list went on and on.
Sure, there was some validity in all of it. Malfoy having been raised by evil, therefore bred in the very nature. How was he to have known? Have what choice did he have really? His own life to be taken unless he followed orders….. None the less, Hermione could not rid the evils he had committed from her mind. She was beginning to think that they were made Head Boy and Girl not only because of their wits and experience…. But perhaps to keep them isolated. Safe. Away from rumors and the like. She huffed, her cheeks suddenly burning.
"Quite a place, isn't it Granger?" Hermione jumped, her hand clasped around her wand. Her eyes narrowed at the cool, deep voice shaking her to the core.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" She scoffed, turning to look him up and down. What she saw scared her. His tall toned body leaning lazily against the dark wooden frame that was her door. His cool, dancing eyes looking her over with amusement. He wore dark clothes as usual. But he had abandoned his dress coat and simply have one his Slytherin vest and crisp white dress shirt beneath it. He pushed a hand through his white-blonde hair as he smirked at her.
"Your door was open. I see no harm done." With a grin he shrugged. "Did I frighten you?" His eyes did the smiling for him now. And Hermione couldn't help but blush. Why? She lifted her hand to feel her face. And was appalled.
"My, my! What have we here? 'Tis not often I see such a rouge on your face. What's got you worked up Granger? Could it be that we now share such close quarters?" He tossed his head back lightly and laughed.
"Get out Malfoy! You insolent—"
"Ah, ah, ah! Hush up Mudblood, McGonagall wouldn't appreciate your tone. She is but down the corridor." Hermione cringed at his harsh words. Her honey-brown eyes alive with anger and a hint of something else. Malfoy moved and closed the space between them. Yet Hermione, her face alive with heat- did not budge.
"Miss Granger I do believe we can learn to play nice." His hand reached up and smoothed a piece of her hair. His face a picture of nonchalance. Her eyes widened and her mouth parted slightly in confusion.
"I can't say quite what's come over me lately…." He began.
"Pray! Tell!" She shot at him, becoming angrier than before. What was he doing? Why was he so close? There was no doubt a mutual hatred between them. This was hell! All she wanted was for him to be out of her sight. The sodding idiot that he was. And yet, there was a warmth that arose within her as he touched her lightly.
"Oh patience Granger." He scoffed as he put space between them once more. Turning on his heel as he made his grand exit.
"McGonagall has asked me to inform you that there will be a meeting to discuss duties tomorrow morning. 7:30 AM sharp in her office. You might have caught the bit of information if you hadn't scurried off like a first year to put all your goodies away." He shut her door gently behind him as he made his way down the stone hallway, lit by lanterns and adorned with happy photographs from previous years. As he entered the living room, he sighed and sat down in a dark leather loveseat in front of the fireplace, waving his wand and watching the flames grow higher.
"What is this ridiculousness…?" He thought to himself as the flames warmed his body. Why had he asked this way? Never before had he asked on his lust in such a fashion. Especially not in regards to the fizzy-haired mudblood. Sure, he had had the run-around with plenty young women during his time at Hogwarts. But there always seemed to be an unrequited desire in the back of his mind. He had vowed however to never let it rise to the surface. She was a mudblood for heaven's sake! Must below him in all meanings of the word. Never could he allow these feelings to flourish. Never. And yet, there was this burning passion deep within him. A passion to make her his. To have her. Ravish her. Own her.
He sneered, his wand lashing out before him, putting the fire out before him, leaving the room dark and cold.
"Never." He spat outloud.