A/N:Hey guys...sorry for the long wait, I really have no excuse except for laziness. Thanks for the reviews I will try to update quicker next time :) I love you all -kisses the laptop awkwardly- Haha wow I am suuuch a weirdo! Anyway here is the chapter!
Chapter Three: Rules
Hermione walked into the Heads Common Room and looked around with her mouth dropped to the floor; it was the most beautiful room she had ever seen. Draco walked into the room the portrait door shutting behind him; he plopped down on the couch in the middle of the room.
"Granger, close your mouth before something flies in it."
Hermione ignored his comment and continued to admire the room, the room truly was gorgeous. The walls, which were covered in wall paper, were a reddish-orange color, some specks of color here and there. There was a large fire-place with little lines forming spirals and other delicately made designs. In front of the fire-place there was a leather tan couch, with two single chairs sitting on either side of the couch. On both sides of the large room there was a staircase leading up to a wooden door that went into their bedrooms.
"I heard what you said back there." Draco told her, crossing his arms and looking up at the confused girl.
"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" She asked, narrowing her eyes as if questioning him.
"I'm talking about how you said that your heart was in your ass, which I really can't disagree with, you do have a closed heart…." He explained.
"I do not have a closed heart, Malfoy! How did you know that?" She asked sternly.
"That you have a closed heart? Well that's kind of obvious, I mean you-" Draco started.
Hermione glared at him, "Not that! I mean how did you know what I thought?"
Draco chuckled, and then realized that she was serious, "Wait really? Huh, and they call you the brightest witch of our age. I used legilimency" Draco told her, as if it were obvious.
"B-but we haven't learned legilimency yet!" Hermione exclaimed.
"You don't like when someone knows more than you, do you?" He laughed, giving her his famous smirk.
"If we haven't learnt that yet, then how do you know how to do it?" She asked, clearly upset.
"My Aunt Bella taught me. Well, you know before she went mad at least." He said simply.
"Oh," She answered quietly, before plopping down on a chair and sinking into it sadly.
Crookshanks hopped up on the back of the couch near Draco's head. He began to groom himself, flicking his tail happily; he slightly brushed his big fluffy tail on Draco's neck. Once Draco felt something come in contact with his neck, his arm shot back behind him, sending Crookshanks flying off the couch, landing on his four feet.
"Malfoy! What did you do that for!?" Hermione screamed at him, running over to where Crookshanks was hissing at Draco and scooped him up, putting him her bedroom.
"I didn't know you had brought that stupid cat with you!" Draco exclaimed.
"Whatever" She said, rolling her eyes at him.
They sat in silence for a while staring into the unlit fire-place, before Hermione spoke up.
"Malfoy, will you teach me legilimency?" She asked, seeming to have forgotten the previous scuffle.
Draco looked at her to see if he had heard wrong, "Why would you want my help, all I've ever been is mean to you. And besides, you hate me."
"I don't hate you I just…..have a strong dislike for you." She explained.
"Oh really? That's not what you thought!" He laughed.
Hermione glared at him, "Stop doing that!"
"You're just jealous that you can't block me out!" He yelled back.
Hermione grabbed at her hair, becoming frustrated, "Ooh, you're such a pain in my ass!" She screamed.
Draco was about to reply with another witty, smart ass remark, when there was a knock at the door.
"This had better not be one of your stupid Slytherin cronies." Hermione snapped, stalking over to the portrait door and opening it, roughly.
"I hope I'm not one of his cronies either." Answered Ginny, as she stepped into the Common Room, with Draco and Hermione.
"Weaslette." Draco said dryly.
"Ferret" Ginny smirked.
Draco grimaced at her smirk, is that supposed to be my signature smirk? It doesn't look anything like that! He thought.
"So this is the Heads Common Room. It would look better if a certain someone wasn't in here." She returned Draco's reaction with a glare.
Draco narrowed his eyes and glared at the red-headed girl, "Oh yeah? I think that it would look better if you weren't here either." With that he walked into his room.
"So how are you, Mione?" She asked.
"What do you mean?" She asked, confused.
"Well, you ran out of the Great Hall, I figured that Ron said something stupid, am I right?" She said, raising an eyebrow.
"It was Harry too, but mostly Ron." Hermione replied.
"Alright, what did they say?" Ginny asked, sitting down of couch, patting on the cushion as if telling Hermione to come sit next to her.
Hermione sat on the couch, facing towards Ginny, "Well, it's just that they don't think that I can take care of myself! I mean I get where they're coming from, me and Malfoy have had our share of fights, but this is my Seventh year, I wanted to be Head Girl since my first year and now I'm getting that chance. I want this year to be great and if getting along with Malfoy is going to help me carry out that then, I'm going to do that." Hermione explained.
Ginny nodded in response, "They just care about you, Mione. They want to make sure that you're going to be ok here on your own. I mean, you three have been together since you all were eleven and they never thought that would change. You just need to give them some time, they will eventually accept it."
Hermione smiled. Ginny was always good to talk to, even though she was a year younger, she still had a mature side to her.
"I guess I better going now." Ginny sighed, standing up.
"Why? You just got here." Hermione asked her, standing up as well.
"It's stupid really. I promised Lavender that I would help her re-organize her closet" Ginny rolled her eyes, "we just got here and she still managed to get all her clothes in her closet already!"
Hermione and Ginny laughed for a while before thy hugged and she showed Ginny to the door.
Draco poked his head out of his room, "Is she gone?"
Hermione rolled her eyes at him, "Yes, Malfoy. She's gone."
Draco sighed in relief, he would never mention this to anyone ever, but he was secretly a little scared of that girl, well, more like terrified. He didn't show it, but she was the only girl besides Granger who wasn't afraid to stand up to him, other girls just talk to him because of where his family stands in the wizarding world. He didn't really mind much, except when it comes down to, Pansy. Merlin, that girl was to most clingy, pug nosed bitch he had ever met and all the pet names, Ugh! It was just so annoying…
"Malfoy, we need to cover some basic rules." Hermione said simply.
Draco snorted, "As if I would abide by your rules."
Hermione glared at him, "Well, you're going to have to, especially not by, Granger."
Draco scowled; he didn't like being told what to do.
"Rule number 1: Not entering each other's rooms without permission." Hermione told him, reading off her paper.
"Why would I ever want to enter your filthy mudblood contaminated room?" He grimaced.
Hermione ignored his rude comment, "Rule number 2: Whilst I have guest over I suggest that you make yourself scarce."
"No problem with that, I have no need to hang out with neither you nor the rest of the potty crew." He spat out, waving his hand dismissively.
"Good. Would you like to add any rules?" Hermione asked, politely.
Draco shook his head, "Nah, those are fine, but instead of making yourself scarce around my friends, you make yourself scarce around me." He said, more telling than asking.
"It's fine with me, Malfoy. The less I see of you, the better." She smiled, insincere.
"Like wise." Draco replied.
Hermione stuck her petite hand out stretched towards his body, "Is it a deal?"
Draco took a step back, look at her hand in disgust, "If you think I'm going to shake your hand, then you must be out of your damn mind, Granger."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "What? Do you think that you're going to get cooties?"
"I don't know what the fuck a cootie is, but the reason I'm not touching your hand is because I am not going to catch some mudblood disease."
Hermione was hurt, but tried not to show it, "Whatever, Malfoy."
Hermione walked quickly into her bedroom, slamming the door shut.
Draco had seen the brief second pain expressed on her face and he instantly regretted what he said. While Draco was debating whether he should apologize, Hermione was on the verge of tears.
Once Hermione got in her room she threw herself on the bed, her eyes stinging with unleashed tears. Why was this affecting her so bad? Malfoy called her a mudblood all the time, but this time it had hurt her when he said it. Maybe it was just because it has been a long day and she was sleepy. She settled with that answer, but deep, deep inside she knew that wasn't the case.
A/N:Well, how was it?
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