Chapter Two: Cutting Class
The common room was silent, and the fire was crackling when she walked in. The décor in the apartment was not that bad, considering how dark it was in here. With the use of candles and lamps, there was always a warm glow that filled all of the common room. The apartment was simple; you had a main common room, shared bathroom, two bedrooms, and two small corners setup for studying potions. One each side of the fireplace there was a staircases going down, curved inward, each leading to a bedroom. The one on the left went done towards Hermione's room, and the right one went to Draco's. The stairway walls were lined with small burning torches, and ended at a foyer with a small table and coat rack, which were next to the thick iron doors.
When Hermione reached her door she put her cloak on the rack, and opened the door to walk in. Her personal living quarters were done in her house colors; Gold and Red. He bed was a huge four poster with privacy curtains, which were great when she wanted to feel more confined. She had a large dresser and a body length mirror, both matching the wood from the bed. On the floor was a large rug, warm with deep reds to match her bedspread. It was home for her, and she was glade to be there.
Hermione tossed her bag to the floor, stripped her clothes, and got into a more relaxing outfit. She loved wearing sweatpants and a large T-shirt when she wanted to stay in for the day. She was not thrilled, but she had a potion's essay to re-write about the many uses of mandrakes. She grabbed her parchment, her textbook, and her previous outline and went to work on a new essay.
What was up with her lately, class started fifteen minutes ago and Granger still was not here. Something was up with the little mudblood lately, and recently she had become too boring to tease. She no longer fought back, no longer yelled and threw things at him. It was like Granger gave up, and that was not the Granger he grown to enjoy tormenting. Sure he hated her, she was not only full of herself, but she was the only competition that he had at this forsaken place called a school. He quite enjoy beating her grades in the 6th year, he was finally on top for a change. Since passing her in grades he started teasing her more because it was more enjoyable to rub it in her face that he was better. Better blood, better smarts, and obviously better in looks. Hermione was plain; she never did anything with herself, and just let herself go natural. Her hair was always a big fluff; her hands were stained with ink and covered in paper cuts. Hermione Granger just screamed virgin, and it would be shocking if she weren't.
Draco got lost in thought about where she was at when the professor stated loudly that "Since miss Granger has failed to show up for class today, you will be doing your group assignment alone Draco." With a slump he gave the professor a nod, and began to work on the potion required that day, which was any of his choice as long as it used Mandrake's. He rather not use them, because they can be fatal, however preparations were made, and silencing charms were in place in order to work without hearing their screams.
By the time the potion was completed, and ready to cook overnight, class was over. Still mad at Granger for not coming to class today, mostly because he forced her to complete all the dirty work like grinding and cutting, he decided to go find her. Since the Head boy and girl dorms were close, he decided to go there first.