A/N: PLEASE READ:
Hermione is extremely ooc because of the whole "being french" thing, I do know that she'd not actually from a french background... Anyways, on with the story!
Room 5 was decorated with all of the Hogwarts houses' color schemes. One wall was Red and Gold, another Blue and Bronze, another was Yellow and Onyx, the fourth was Green and Silver.
The Ravenclaw wall was almost fully blocked by: a bed, wardrobe, bedside table, and a bookshelf.
"Wow, the girls' beds are way nicer then the guys' ones." Draco said from behind me.
"Is this what all of the rooms are like?"
"No, just the summer camp ones, the school year dorms are only the scheme of your house."
"Is that my bed?" Hermione asked, pointing at the Ravenclaw Wall.
"Nope," Malfoy said, pointing at a paper on the door.
Welcome to your dorm room, please place your hands against this door and your things shall be placed against a wall of our choosing.
"Is magic really that simple?" Hermione asked.
Malfoy shrugged, "Sometimes."
Malfoy stepped into the hallway to give Hermione space while the whole move-into-your-dorm-by-a-magical-door's-choice thing happened.
"So I just... put my hands on the door..." Hermione was acting anxious as she flattened her hands against the door.
The door immediately started glowing. Hermione screamed at it's glow and even more so when her fingernails started changing color: red, blue, silver, bronze, yellow, green, gold, onyx... repeating over and over again.
Draco ran over to her to calm her down, touching her shoulder; at the touch, his nails changed colors, too. He removed the hand hoping he hadn't tampered the choice and started talking to Hermione: "It's OK!" "This happens to everyone!" "What's scared you so badly?"
5 seconds later, the nails changed back to their normal color and, after dizzily standing, Hermione fell to the ground.
Clattering started sounding in the room, but Hermione was staring intently up at Malfoy, "W-why didn't y-you wa-warn m-me ab-b-bout i-it r-reading m-m-m-minds?"
Malfoy grabbed her hand, trying to help her stand, "I... sorry, Hermione, I thought you'd've understood that, I-" Hermione continued glaring at him. "-I'm sorry! Would you please stop glaring at me?"
Hermione removed her hand from his, picking herself up off of the ground. She picked up her things, threw them into the room and, with one last plea from Malfoy, slammed the door in his face.
A/N: Hermione's nearing age 11 right now, judge her like u would an actual 11 year old in that predicament.
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