" Bloody Hell Mione!" Exclaimed a startled red head as the angry brunette barged into the common room and slammed the door behind her. " What's got you in a bunch?"

" Well don't be so insensitive Ron!" He earned a slap from his younger sister who looked at him annoyed. He gave no response however and only waited expectantly for the brunettes answer.

"What's wrong?! What's wrong, is that I have to share a dorm with Draco Malfoy of all people!" She yelled, running her hands through her messy brown locks as she attempted to calm herself.

Ron's eyes flashed with anger, " You with that bastard in the same room? No, I forbid it! How'd he even become a prefect?"

"Forbid it? The hell kind of authority do you have to forbid anything?" Hermione scoffed obviously angered more by the idea of Ron having any control of her life. "And for your information he's Head boy not a prefect."

" I'm your bloody boyfriend why wouldn't I forbid you from sharing a room with another guy?" Ron argued, not bothering to comment on her correction.

" Excuse me? We're sharing a dorm not a room you idiot. Nothing is going to happen between us anyway." She snarled.

" Oh so now you're okay with sharing a dorm with him?" Ron questioned.

" No you Arse! Why do you think I'm so pissed?! God you're so dense!" Hermione spat in frustration. She noticed at this point everyone in the common room had stopped to look over at the arguing couple. " I can't do this with you right now." She exhaled angrily and walked out of the common room once again slamming the door behind her.

"Women" Ron scoffed returning to his best friend who looked at him in disbelief. "What?" He asked obliviously.

"Gosh Ron you're such an Idiot." Harry shook his head and followed Ginny out of the common room presumably going after Hermione.

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Draco walked into his dorm, sighing and running his hand through his ashy blonde hair. He looked over to see someone had brought all his luggage and belongings already, then he noticed another set of luggage. He looked closer to see a lot of the persons belongings consisted of Books, wanting to snoop further he dug his hands into a slightly open bag. He pulled out what felt like a scarf, he froze as the burgundy and yellow cloth slipped out of the bag. Only prefects and Heads of dorm used these dorms which meant...

"No, no, no ,no, no. This—you've got to be kidding me." He quickly stuffed the scarf back into the bag and moved away from the luggage. ' That's a Gryffindor scarf...fuck.'

He looked around now realizing the room didn't just accommodate him but his roommate as well, there was a wall lined with bookshelves, a black sofa made of a soft silky material and adorned with small gray pillows. The floor was made of a dark colored wooden plank material, a fireplace stood in front of the sofa, near it a fluffy gray rug that matched the pillows. A few feet away sat a giant fuzzy bean bag that matched the pillows & rug, adorned with more pillows and a black fleece blanket. Atop the carpet stood a small rectangular coffee table adorned with an elegant white vase that held light pink roses.

Finally, his gaze wandered to the two doors opposite from each other. One door was white framed by a marble material, on either sides were two green slytherin banners hanging on the wall that ran from the top of the door about 3/4 down to the ground. The doorknob was silver with a snake design engraved into it; clearly his designated room. Next he turned to inspect the other door, in contrast to his it was a brown wooden door with a floral design engraved into it, it was framed with green vines snaking down from the top of the door to the bottom, besides them on either side stood matching Gryffindor Banners like those that decorated his doorway. Her doorknob was a golden color with two wings engraved into it.

The room had a cozy feel to it, he was used to much more luxury but he had found it acceptable as it met all his needs. At first sight he'd have thought it was meant for him the only dead giveaways were the luggage and door that screamed Gryffindor. He let out an exasperated sigh and let himself fall onto the sofa.

" Why am I such an arse?" He asked himself, reflecting on both Theodore and Hermiones words from earlier. If he had known he was going to be rooming with Granger of all people he would've tried to be more...civil.

His mind wandered back to the moment he pinned her to the wall, her figure felt smaller than he would've thought as he snaked his arm around her waist to prevent her from moving, the cloak she wore hid her body well. He remembered slightly brushing against her hair, despite its wild appearance it was soft to the touch like her hands that desperately tried to push him away. She smelled of freshly printed books, cinnamon, and flowers...his eyes lifted to the flower vase sitting across from him. He tentatively plucked a rose away and lifted it to his nose, it's smell similar to hers but not quite the same. He recalled the way her big brown eyes looked at him, with anger, fear, frustration, he found it unsettling how that had caused him to feel distraught—almost disappointed.

" The hell am I thinking." He growled in frustration and pushed thoughts of the brunette to the back of his mind. What came next were the inevitable reminders that he had a sister. One his mother chose to protect and sent away without his fathers knowing. It was true appearance wise she resembled everything a Malfoy was and yet her timid and emotional demeanor embodied everything a Malfoy wasn't allowed to be. He groaned as he came to the realization that he envied her, he hated to admit it but he had allowed his emotions to get the best of him. He had felt not only hurt to find out about his mothers secret—he had felt betrayed and angry. It was now he realized he envied the way she grew up so carefree, so normal.

Again he seemed to remember the brunettes lectures, " She's right, I finally had the chance to have a somewhat normal family, a new sister who'd be on my side..something—someone for me to protect, and I totally blew it."

"You're wrong."

Draco's head snapped up as he looked over to see the brunette he had just been thinking about standing at the door. His icy blue-gray eyes met her warm chocolatey brown ones, hers seemed nervous while in contrast his softened, finding a sort of comfort