Chapter Three
Draco
The dorm was nice enough, I guess. Having our own kitchen was convenient, and the common room was half-decent. My room was even quite close to my standards, I just had to change the sheets to the silk ones I brought with me, and all would be right with the world. They had stuck with a nice grey and black theme. It was rather comforting. I opened the door to examine the bathroom which was surprisingly nice as well. A Jacuzzi bathtub with the assortment of scents and water commands that always came with a bath at Hogwarts, a stand-alone shower with the same array of jets as the tub, and a double sink with separate storage for each of us. At least I wouldn't have to touch any of her stuff.
As I was finishing my inspection of the room, the other door opened and Hermione walked in. She stopped when she saw me, and her slight smile turned into a frown. "I would like to have a shower tonight, Malfoy, if you would let me know when you are done examining the bathroom."
Her slight-albeit sarcastic- civility caught me off guard for a moment and all I could think of to say was, "Whatever."
She turned on her heel and left, and what I saw of her room was almost identical to mine, color scheme and all, but I think there was more purple in there. I half expected the blaring red and gold of her house colors with how much she prattles on about it. I knocked twice on the door that lead to her room from the bathroom before heading back to my room, hoping she understood that to mean that I was leaving there. She must have, because a few minutes later, I heard the water start to run and the scent of lavender began to drift into my room.
If it wasn't making me so damn tired, I would have set a spell to keep the scent out. I made a note to do that tomorrow before stripping to nothing and falling into bed. The cotton sheets were nice enough for the night, so I also put changing them on my list for tomorrow. As far as I was concerned, it could wait.
Before I drifted off, I heard something that sounded like a half moan, half sigh escape from the bathroom. I hated her so much.
I was happy to see that I had Potions for my first class, even though Snape was no longer with us. He had been my favorite teacher at Hogwarts, mostly because his disregard for the rules, but the new teacher was a decent fellow as well, even if he was a little too friendly with the Golden Trio. I zoned out on his welcoming speech until I heard my name.
"Mr. Malfoy, you shall be paired with Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, you shall be paired with Mr. Weasley…" his list went on, and Granger came over to sit at the empty seat next to me, looking as self-righteous as ever. God, this year would suck.
The first assignment was a quick refresher course on a simple potion. We spoke as little as possible, only to hand each other ingredients and check the steps we were on. We were the first ones to complete the assignment, and one of only a handful of groups that did it correctly. We were awarded with 10 points to each of our houses and the ability to leave since we were done. She was heading in the same direction I had to travel, so I followed her closely to see if there was anything that would pop up I could use against her. She simply made her way to what I would assume was her next class, and I was dismayed to notice it was the same class I was supposed to go to next. I had the disturbing feeling that our schedules were identical and that we would end up paired together again. At least my grades wouldn't suffer because of her.
I turned to find somewhere else to hang out for the half hour that was left until class began, and saw Pansy Parkinson half way down the hall from me. I called her name, and she left her small group of friends to come over to me.
"What say you about breaking in one of these classrooms for the new term?" her eyes lit up and I dragged her down the hall as she yelled a quick goodbye to her friends. We veered into the first empty classroom we found, and I was so grateful it had a desk. I wasn't in the mood to have to hold her up.
Within two minutes, her underwear were somewhere across the room, her shirt was (literally) torn open, and I was between her legs, fucking her to get the image of the brunette I had so carelessly stalked out of my head. I hated her, and took that aggression out on Pansy, who thought I was just extremely happy to see her.
Poor little slut.
When I was done, I left her to clean herself up with the excuse that I had to get to class. I walked in one minute before the class started, fixing my only slightly disheveled hair. I was paired up with Granger again, as I had suspected I would be, and the class dragged by slowly. The smell of lavender from her shower still lingered in her hair, and every time she moved, the scent would waft in my direction. I hated her so much.
The classes went on like this throughout the day, the only class we weren't paired in being Defense Against the Dark Arts. She was paired with some poor bloke from Hufflepuff who didn't seem like he could hurt a fly. She'd eat him alive, even I had to admit that. She was quite a fighter.
After dinner that night, I skipped out on going back to the dorm. Instead, I sought the companionship of my fellow Slytherines. It wouldn't hurt if Pansy was there either… I wasn't completely… satisfied from out single encounter. It was so nice to have an easy fuck around when you needed one.
