Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left room. Room? Hermione shook her head, where had that come from? Hermione felt dreamy. The electricity still coursed through her veins. Less invigorating as before, but still there.
"Hm, Hello Pink Lady." Hermione didn't know it but she sounded decidedly like Luna. "Padfoot." The portrait swung open before the Pink Lady could ask for the password from her.
As Hermione made her way up the stairs to her room, McGonagall had gone through lengths to make sure all the Head's for years to come would have their own room within their dormitories, she let out a big yawn. Despite the electric charge she felt Hermione found herself sleepy. Her room, while secluded had nothing on the new Heads office.
The office had been built much akin to the Room of Requirement. McGonagall had felt it to be fitting, what with Neville being her first Head Boy, deserving of such a title in almost two years. Yes, McGonagall had definitely constructed it with Neville in mind. Not just anyone could enter, well not any student or non teacher. They required explicit permission, or business to attend to with the Head's in order to gain access. That way no one bothered them unnecessarily.
Opening the door to her room Hermione gasped, expecting it to be more homely, like the for dormitories. The room, elegant, simple, was breathtaking, as if it were made for her. The big poster bed dominated the room with crimson covers, expansive gold and crimson pillows, with heavy gold privacy curtains. A book case, tall, and proud, already stocked full of Hermione's personal books stood beside a long desk. Both furnished in a deep cherry oak, like the bed.
Spotting a door to her right knowing it wasn't the closet as the room had a wardrobe, Hermione felt tickled. Carefully walking towards it, she opened the door slowly, not at all surprised to see a private bathroom awaiting her. The bathtub, large, made of gold polished marble lay next to a waterfall of a shower. On the counter, impossible to miss, was a line of products all with George's, and Fred's respectively, on them. A note from George lay in front of them.
"I hope you enjoy them, after all an up and coming young woman would take care of herself, it might seem tedious but you only have to use them once a day. The last bottle is a straightener, just in case. Love, George." A wild blush ran across Hermione's cheeks. He always signed his notes that way. Had she not known better Hermione would have been certain George harbored feelings for her.
Putting the note down, a smile on her face, Hermione looked at her shower for a long moment. Wondering if she wanted to shower before bed. Stepping towards it, Hermione quickly pulled away. She didn't want to shower, not with the tingling beneath her skin. Though it seemed foolish, even to Hermione, she didn't want to risk the water washing away the feeling that lingered on her skin. She liked it. Turning off the light, Hermione closed the door, not wanting to be tempted by the glorious bathroom anymore.
With a content sign Hermione tossed herself on to the bed. It molded to her, just soft enough to be utterly addictive.
"Merlin help me!" Hermione murmured aloud. "This school is going to spoil me rotten." Remembering, if only just, to set an alarm the honey eyed witch began to drift off. The tingle beneath her skin began to fade, only to be replaced by a warm glow that smelt strangely like the lotion and hair products George made for her, honey almond milk, and vanilla rosemary mix. It ensnared her senses effectively lulling the woman to sleep.
Warm, everything was so warm. A hand trailed up Hermione's arm. She could feel breathing on her neck, sending tingles down her spine. His breath was warm, lips pressed against her shoulder gently.
"Hermione."
Hermione awoke, her alarm blaring in her ear. Her pulse was unsteady, and she was positive the alarm was just a coincidence. The dream and woken her up. The alarm was annoying though. More annoying was the blush staining her cheeks, almost the same shade as her sheets.
Pressing two dainty, cool hands against her face, Hermione sat up. Rubbing her eyes for a moment. Hermione forced her thoughts away from her dream. If she lingered too long, Hermione was unsure of what would happen. What had that been? Merlin's saggy left nut it had been something that's for sure. no dream had left her so flustered before, not even dreams of Ron.
The moment Hermione pushed the thought away she began to forget her dream. Her psyche screamed, clawing to have it back, warm, light, mint, wasn't there a hand? She couldn't recall anything else. The dream lay lost in a tunnel of forgotten dreams. Pulling herself out of bed Hermione decided it was time to try out her new shower.
Ten minutes later Hermione hummed in pleasure, letting the hot water run down her back. She'd already lathered her hair with George's conditioner, letting the long, soft locks fall down the middle of her back.
"Hermione are you almost ready?" Ginny's voice broke through Hermione's thoughts, frightening her as she magically dried her hair. Ginny waisted no time opening the bathroom door. The red head's eyes widened and a smile spread across her face.
"Ginny! Bloody hell. How'd you get in here?" Hermione asked quickly pulling on her uniform shirt. Yanking the skirt up around her thighs.
"Through your door. Hermione, I didn't know that you liked to wear lace. Black suits you, it really makes your breasts look big though." Ginny giggled as Hermione gapped like a fish. "Really Hermione, they'd bigger than the guys give you credit for." Ginny laughed uncontrollably as Hermione tossed her towel at her.
"Oh sod off Ginny." Hermione murmured darkly pulling her hair up into a bun before she let it fall down her back again, the waves looked nice today. "Was there something you wanted?" Hermione finally asked as she finished dressing, pinning her Head Girl badge on her robes. "You came in here like a bat out of hell, it sounded important." Hermione added pulling her bag over her shoulder. Ginny herself looked amazing, her makeup was done for once and her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail.
"Funny Hermione but, oh yeah!" Ginny's eyes widened as the two walked out of Hermione's room. "Did you have any weird dreams last night?"
"Weird dreams?" Hermione almost froze in place. Thankfully she had to let Ginny down the stairs first and the girl didn't see the expression on her face. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know, just last night I had this really weird dream about Harry. I mean, it wasn't that weird but it was different. I've dreamt about Harry before but this time it was different. Everything was warm and peaceful. Usually when I dreams it rough and fantastical." Ginny rambled for a moment before Hermione held up her hand. She didn't want to know about her wet dreams about her brother.
"Ginny!"
"Oh come on Hermione, I'm sure even you've had dreams like that before."
"Yes, but I don't tell you about them." Hermione pointed out. Ginny grinned, giving a little nod and they came to the Gryffindor table.
"Tell her about what?" Ron asked as Harry and he both looked up at the girls. They didn't appear to be very awake, which made the two girls laugh all the louder.