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Chapter nine.
Mounted on her bedroom door, was a small golden plaque reading, 'Hermione Granger; Transfiguration Teacher; Head of Gryffindor'. She opened it and gasped. Hermione loved her room, it was big with bright red and gold colours lighting it up.
A small fireplace also glowed there, with more bookshelves, this time for her things and a large study table with a small lamp glowing besides it. In the middle was a large four-poster bed with red curtains and gold pillows and duvet. The Gryffindor crest was mounted on the wall behind the bed.
Nyx hooted from the corner where her cage and Hermione's small bag was placed. Hermione hurried over and opened it up. Nyx hopped onto her arm and she gently stroked her head as the owl quietly hooted.
Hermione opened her window and Nyx hopped onto the sill before gliding away silently. Opening her bag, she contorted it so she could get her large, battered, old school trunk out. Placing it at the foot of her bed, Hermione opened it and grabbed a piece of parchment and ink before gliding back down the stairs to the common room.
She baulked when she say that Malfoy was still down there, but now on the couch, evidently writing various scribbles onto parchment, but Hermione shrugged it off and continued down.
Draco was concentrating, trying to remember the correct Latin phrase, when Hermione came down, he glanced up at the movement, shot a quick, tight smile before returning back to his writing.
"Whatcha doin'?"
Draco growled, "I was trying to remember the proper Latin phrase for the Slytherin password, when someone decided to interrupt me!"
Hermione had the gall to look slightly remorseful, "Sorry." She muttered, irritated. Truth be told, that was what she was going to do.
"Got it!" Draco crowed.
"What is it?"
Draco instantly looked suspicious and Hermione rolled her eyes, "I'm going to know anyway."
"De inimico non loquaris sed cogites!"
Hermione gaped at him, "That's barbaric!"
"That's Slytherin for ya."
"Don't wish ill on your enemy, plan it!"
"Yep."
Hermione rolled her eyes and decided, then and there, that she would choose something Greek, not Latin. "I thought we were supposed to be sending good messages to the students."
"It's good for the Slytherins."