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The Room

The glare from Ron when they left could burn holes through flesh. His look was lethal!

Ron sat demonstratively sitting in Gryffindor's common room. Waiting. His face was constantly watching the portrait hole, waiting for Hermione to come back in. Harry and Ginny had tried to talk him out of it but he had only taken it as a trigger to continue sitting doing what he was doing. Her friends were giving up on her, but this time he wouldn't. He wasn't exactly in love with Hermione, but he still wanted to prove her wrong. Whatever wrong it was he had done in the first place, he wasn't entirely sure though.

He was moping around Harry and Ginny who were getting more and more annoyed. "There's nothing we can do tonight, anyways" Ginny stated.

"Ginny is right, Ron. We can go to McGonagall tomorrow and tell her the situation." Harry pitched in.

"But it's Malfoy were talking about here! He's not exactly friendly. Definitely not with muggle borns! And especially not with girls." The thought of Malfoy touching Hermione seemed to trigger his anger and anxiety severely. "What are we gonna do? Harry, there's gotta be something!"

"She's not a piece of property, Ronald. And judging by the last few days, neither has she been for a while!" Ginny was getting frustrated with his childish behavior.

Ron completely ignored his sister. "Harry! Please? Lets put on your cloak and go to Hermione so we can get her back her."

"And you think she needs saving, do you? Seriously, Ronald. What makes you think she'd go along with us this time, when she could have back when she found out. Don't be so dramatic. It's not like he will kill her in her sleep."

This thought hadn't crossed his mind, but at the thought of it his face went pale.

"Oh please! You cannot be serious! Get over it, I tell you she'll be fine!" Ginny snapped and grabbed Harry's hand and walked off towards the girl's wing. Harry looked apologetic over his shoulder, but followed his girlfriend. By the stairs they stopped and they kissed for quite some time.

When Ginny had left Harry came back to Ron, who was still sitting in the big arm chair. "Are you really going to wait here for her?"

"All night if it's needed!"

"Has it ever occurred to you that you might be going about this the wrong way?" An intellectual thought he couldn't keep inside slipped out.

When Ron didn't answer he curled his lips inwards in thought. Soon he exited in silence. Ron was a little surprised, but thought it might as well be for the best. He was tired of their nagging. He was going to do this, no matter what they said.

Harry came back with a blanket in his hands and handed it to Ron who took it. "Thanks, mate." he mumbled.

"You know, it might backfire on you."

"Don't start. Not in the bloody mood. Here you guys are all calm, doing nothing, while Hermione is left alone with Malfoy doing god knows what to her! I can't just sit and do nothing!" Ironically enough he was sitting doing nothing, passively trying to do something.

Harry nodded at him. Ron had his own way of dealing with things, and as his best mate he would let him, of course.

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They had walked quite a bit before Hermione turned to Malfoy, who was still walking behind her. He finally got her attention by loudly clearing his throat. At this she came to a halt and looked back at him. His smirk was shining and he was gesturing towards where they came from.

"What?" She said, annoyed.

"It's the other way." He looked at her, observingly.

She just came to the realization that she had no idea where the Head Boy and Girl common room was. Malfoy saw her reaction and smirk lurked on his face. Her facial expression was beyond satisfying. She looked lost and her brown doe eyes were looking from side to side. His smirk subsided eventually and he sighed at the woman's stubbornness.

"Like I said, it's just a few corridors back where we came from. And instead of continuing this way we should have turned left by the painting of St. Larson's daughter." Done waiting for her he turned and started walking back. Soon after she came running up behind him. She had to keep a little running skip in her step to keep up with his long strides. He was surely not going to slow down his speed just for her. For her sake? Why would he?

They walked like this in silence until they reached the portrait leading to the Head Boy and Girl dormitory. Malfoy turned to her with a serious face. "We are not to tell anyone the password, so no running off and telling your little disgusting friends, okay?" She just nodded at him, too tired to argue with him.

"Mudpie" He said with a strong voice, and the painting swung open. He held up the door for her, surprisingly enough for Hermione.

"Thought I was vermin" She mumbled when she brushed by him. Walking into the living room she was hit with amazement. The room was huge, and there were rows of shelves parallel to one other, filled with books. All sorted into different categories. There was a huge fireplace, with a gleaming fire burning bright and beautifully. In front of it there was a deep couch, fit for five. An extended piece of the couch reached dangerously close to the fire. There was an arm chair as well, with several blankets on it. A small table, perfect for tea. A little kitchenette, perfect for making it. Several big and fluffy carpets laid on the wooden floors. At the end of the room, diagonally from where she was standing two big doors stood facing one other, each leading to separate bedrooms. A third door was in the middle of them.

Draco was still by the portrait, comprehending the situation. She smelled absolutely amazing, so sweet. Like dark chocolate. What, he thought to himself. What am I thinking? She's Granger, the mudblood! He shook his head and followed her through the hole into their living room, joining her by the entrance.

"You've never been here have you?"

"And you have?" She finally managed to ask, but not letting her eyes off of the view in front of her.

"Of course." He shrugged and looked down at her.

"When?" Hermione looked up at him. He was standing very close to her, since she had stopped right inside the entrance. Their arms were faintly touching. Malfoy felt so warm against her skin. She had expected him to feel cold. Don't judge the book by the covers, she told herself. Maybe there's more to him than meets the eye.

Malfoy rose an eyebrow at her and leaned down to her hight, meeting her eyes. She could feel his breath on her face when he spoke. "Hope there's only one bed." His signature smirk followed.

She frowned and backed away. "You should know they would do no such thing! Thought you had been here before" she said while storming off towards the bedrooms. Same old, same old.

He was still standing still by the door, smirking, almost giggling. It was something amusing to her innocence and stubbornness. This was going to be a fun year, he thought to himself with a smug smile.

When he too reached the two doors he went to open the one to the right when it opened quickly before he managed to do so himself. Out of the room Hermione stormed. Draco looked questioningly at her and asked "Wrong room?", but was answered by a slam of her door, slamming shut behind her. He snickered quietly before going into his own.

The view in front of him was astonishing. Light gray walls, black furniture, including a majestic closet, and a massive dark wood bed. The whole Weasley family could probably fit in there. Green silk sheets covered the gigantic bed, and a throw of pillows in green and silver lay on top. A slightly smaller fireplace than the one in their living room was opposite the rear end of the bed. Black tiles, and a dim fire. A lot alike the ones they used to have at the Ministry entrance. Not the muggle entrance of course, this was no phone booth. Not that he knew what that really was.

"I can live with this" He said, and nodded slowly, slanting toward his bed.

In the room opposite his, gryffindor's warm colors decorated the room. The fire was inviting, and soft fabrics dressed most surfaces, giving a very homey feeling to the room. The queen size bed was smaller than Malfoy's, but she could definitely not complain. He would drown in his. She might in hers as well, with that size! Red drapes were tied to each bed pole, covering each side of the bed. A little window peeped above the bed as well. From the small window you could see the starry night and Hermione was reminded of how tired she was.

One question remained, where was her bathroom? She went to open her door and peaked outside. There was a door next to theirs, however, and she quickly made a go for it. To her amazement she had hit the jackpot. She didn't even mind sharing a bathroom, that's how magnificent it was. A giant bathtub took up the middle space of the room. A shower with glass sides, and two sinks on each separate side. A little door with a toilet inside the smaller room was in there as well.

"Looks like we're sharing" A voice from the door said.

Hermione jumped. "Didn't I tell you not to creep up on me like that?" She was holding her heart.

He shrugged. One of the sinks had a green toothbrush, the other a red one. Per automatics he went for the one with his house colors.

She was looking questioningly at him. Was he actually just going to stomp in here when she clearly was there first? "Do you mind?" She asked and signaled for the door.

He spat out some of the toothpaste. "No, not at all." He said and put the brush back into his mouth.

"You annoying little git…" She mumbled and stormed off into her room again. This made Draco snicker. Again. This was quite the day. Or should he say night? After all, it was fairly late already.

Hermione took this time to unpack her trunk that was placed against the wall. When she was almost done unpacking her clothes and robes she heard a click of the door. Malfoy opened it and without even looking inside he said "It's all yours". She put down the picture of her parents and her on the night table and made her way to the bathroom. This time she made sure to lock it. Not that it isn't impossible to open for a wizard, but it still felt like he would get the hint if he tried to startle her again.

A towel was hanging next to the shower. It looked so soft and fluffy, she would love to wear it as clothes. After brushing her teeth she decided it was time to use it. She desperately needed a shower anyways. Turning on the water and clicking the many different options a smell of lavender and chamomile showered over her, along with foam and bubbles. She was in shower-heaven. Letting the water run over her naked body, her long hair slicked to her back. This is amazing, she thought.

It wasn't hard to convince herself to stay in a little bit longer than her usual ten minute showers at the Burrow. When she finally stepped foot outside the glass walls she got to wrap herself in the fluffy white towel. It felt just like she had imagined. Surely there must have been some magic involved. Even at hotels, back in the day when she went on holidays with her parent, they wouldn't have such wonderful towels. The thought of her parents made her heart sink.

Grabbing her clothes she started walking to the door, unlocking it with her wand. When she opened it none other than Draco Malfoy was standing in front of her.

Neither seemed to know what to do. This was awkward. She rushed by him and slammed her door behind her. On the other side she stood leaning against the wall for a little bit. Why, why, why, she thought.

Malfoy had looked very surprised, but was regaining his usual facial expression. As the smirk climbed back on his face he replayed the last few seconds in his head. Her towel had hung tightly against her curves, and… No! He cannot be thinking thoughts like this about her! Bugger it! He was still holding her purse in his hand, however, and needed to return it. It had started to smell in the living room where she had dropped it during her initial shock. He wrinkled his nose and took a step to her door and knocked.

"Granger" They had agreed to stay civil, but they were no where near a friendly first name basis. Not that he wouldn't mind with that body of hers! NO! What the bloody hell! His thoughts were getting really frustrating. He knocked again, this time much harder. "Common, I know you are in there." He was getting impatient.

When she finally opened the door she was wear big, white pajama pants and a tank cop. Her hair was up in a messy bun on top of her head. She looked like an angel in training.

"Here." He held out her bag in front of him. "It smells like someone died. And it's coming from this." His sly voice was back in place.

Bugger! She thought. "That must be the sandwich" She mumbled and took the bag from his hand.

"Who makes rotten sandwiches?" He asked in disgust.

"It's not rotten, it's just… I don't have to explain myself to you!" And with that she closed the door in his face.

"A simple thank you would do!" He shouted against the door. Since when did he become the person to do things that required a thank you in return? And several ones in one day at that? He needed to shape up, or else his reputation as the cruel and sexy Slytherin prince would need some damage control.

Once inside his own room he threw off his clothes and jumped into his majestic bed. "Ahhh…" He breathed and slouched further down onto the many pillows. The silk felt amazingly smooth against his bare skin. Wearing only his boxers to bed he could feel the coolness of the fabric wrapped around him. It didn't take long before he had drifted off to sleep.

In the room next door another student had just entered her bed. A loud, a wonderful sigh escaped her moth when she crawled down under the thick blankets. "Amazing" She mumbled against the fluffy pillow. After having vanished the sandwich and cleaned out her purse, she felt it was about time to go to sleep. And not much time passed before she too was fast asleep.

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Hey! I hope you liked this chapter. I know not much actually happened, but I wanted some Dramione action, and this is how it ended up at this stage!

I got such a lovely review the other day. It really helped pushing myself to write this one so fast! So, please do review!

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