I know that Twilight wasn't in existence when the guys were at Hogwarts, which is why I never mention it by name! Also, I love Parvati and Lavender, but I don't think I could room with them, this is just how I feel Hermione would react to living in close proximity to them for an extended period of time!

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Hermione was relaxing in the common room reading a muggle novel sent to her by her parents - who insisted it was very popular with muggle girls her age - having escaped the insipidly sweet girls of her dorm, not including Harry of course. It was just a bit too strange having her previously male best friend in the same room she would be undressing in – although she'd never been entirely convinced that Harry even swung in such a way that would make it especially awkward - of course Parvati and Lavender didn't have any of her qualms. They seemed to be acting as though Harry had been a girl forever and always.

She noticed that she'd been rereading the same line again and again and not taking in a word of it. Ah well, no loss. She sighed and put the book down; she hadn't been enjoying it much anyways. She thought the main character was a disgrace to feminism worldwide, and the storyline was ridiculous – vampire/human relationships NEVER worked out in real life. Anyone would tell you that.

She was about to trudge back up to the dorm and brave the snoring of the Barbie twins, when she heard what sounded very much like a head banging off of the wall outside. Curious, she got up and cautiously pushed open the fat lady's portrait.

Draco Malfoy fell through, almost knocking her backwards. It was a good thing she'd had experience transporting an inebriated Ronald Weasley around, because she'd gotten rather good at holding the weight of a teenage boy – one far heavier than her current charge. Did he ever eat?

Hermione took the intruder by the shoulders and shoved him back out, slamming the portrait hole shut and pressing her back against it. The hell?

She heard the thumping resume and Malfoy's voice came through the walls carrying streams of foul language. The fat lady began to berate him for his disgusting language, adding to the growing din outside the Gryffindor common room - the torrent of profanity grew louder. She had to give the boy kudos for imagery.

Sighing, Hermione pulled the door back open and grabbed the boy she despised by his collar, dragging him through the doorway and shoving him against a wall.

"What," she hissed, channelling some sort of vengeance goddess, "is wrong with you?" She shoved him back against the wall, his head smacking against it in a very satisfying way. She could get used to this.

"I came to check up on Potter," at least he had the grace to look abashed, she thought, shrugged his shoulders and gave a small smile.

"And why the hell would you want to do that?" She let go of his shirt and he straightened it gratefully, running a hand through his hair. "You hate him". She was standing with her arms crossed now, eyebrow raised, foot tapping. "Talk".

"Well maybe I've changed," he snapped back. Annoyed that she would jump to such a conclusion about him. After all, what had he ever done… oh wait…

Hermione took a good look at him. Something in his eyes made him look very earnest, as though he might be telling the truth. Added to the fact that for once, he didn't look perfectly turned out, and he'd obviously made his way to Gryffindor in some haste, Hermione decided to believe him just this once.

The flush on his porcelain skin had died down a bit once he realised that Hermione wasn't going to jinx him.

"I'm listening," she said, giving him a cool stare.

And it all rushed out.

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