Chapter 3 : A Helpful Roomy
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“You may all go, and please work on this will you? It may help you in some very sticky situations.” I stood shakily, having to gotten enough sleep the night before and dragged my feet back to the portrait hole. I mumbled some form of the password, the mermaid in the picture the hid the head's common room giggled at me then swung open. I wanted to punch her. But it is very VERY hard to hit a moving portrait. So I ignored her and for that she tried to slam on me. Luckily I had just enough energy to flit through the portrait hole before I had to collapse on a couch in front of the big fire. It felt so warm and I was so comfortable. The next thing I knew it had sort of lulled me into a half slumber.
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I heard the portrait slam from my room. Hermione must have made that damn mermaid mad again. That portrait sucked. It was forever flirting with me and trying to shut Hermione between itself and the wall. Mermaids . . . god. Sometimes I thought they were worse than Velas. I sighed. This year had gotten a lot better sense all that nasty energy between Hermione and I had dispersed. Thankfully I found her in that corridor that day, otherwise who knows how things would have been between us now and what rumors would be flying. I shuddered at the thought. Being labeled a man whore was not on the top of my to do list. That would be Hermione. Ha ha ha! Just kidding! .... Maybe.
I bounced myself off my four-poster bed. Who says when you’re almost 18 you can’t still be a kid? That's the best part of life I tell you what. Ha. Especially my life. I stood and stretched. It felt good to be inside on such a rainy day. I strolled toward the door and flung it open, feeling the warmth of the fire seep into my bones. Hermione was lying on the couch, fast asleep. I walked toward her and knelt down next to her. A single lock of hair had fallen across her eyes. Before I knew what I was doing I brushed it away with my finger. Her face was so soft.
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I felt a light touch against my face, then a voice said, just a softly, “Hermione?”
“Hmmm?” I asked absent mindedly, loving the warmth that came from the touch and the fire.
“I can’t let you fall asleep here.” The voice continued, “Because if I do tomorrow you’ll be complaining about how hungry you are and I’ll have to deal with it.” I sleepily opened my eyes to find Malfoy kneeling next to me. He smiled softly too. It was as if he was afraid he’d startle me if he did anything that wasn’t soft. I really didn’t want to get up, but I knew he was right. But I was so comfy. I sighed, and swung my legs around so they were between me and Malfoy.
“There you go!” His eyes were bright and twinkling, reflecting the fire light that flooded the room. “Now common,” he said standing, and holding out his hand, “Let’s get you down to the great hall.” I took his hand, allowing him to help me up, but I quickly dropped it realizing just whose hand it was. We may have agreed to be some sort of ok but it was a little hard to forget the last six years. I looked at where I had dropped my bag and sighed.
“I can’t,” I looked at Malfoy sadly, “I have to figure out this damn transfiguration charm otherwise it’s going to be bothering me all night. And I won’t be able to eat anything.” Malfoy picked the scroll of parchment out of my bag. Reading it over, he chuckled softly to himself.
“Do you want the real way or the cheat way?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at me. I sighed.
“Any way at the moment would be perfectly fine,” I was grateful for the help. He raised his eyebrows.
“And here I thought you immediately would have said no. But this is good,” He smoothed the parchment out over the table in front of the fire, smiling. “You’ve had ancient runes right?” I nodded, “Well just add the rune for animalistic praise into your phrasing in the middle of your incantation. It works like a charm.”
“But that’s so simple! This is supposed to be incredibly hard magic!” I had been bested at my own game. How the hell had he done it? Malfoy’s trademark smirk spread across his features.
“I asked if you wanted to real way or the cheaters way . . . .”
“You gave me the cheated version???” I asked, outraged at even the very thought.
“Hey, hey, hey, don’t blame me,” he said, looking as if he was trying to ward the venom from my voice off with his hands. “I’m just the messenger. You’re the one who wanted to know, and it’s not my fault Blaise taught me the cheat way!”
“Wait a second . . .” Blaise Zambini was one, who this year especially, was known for slacking off completely, “Blaise taught you THAT?”
“Don’t act so surprised Granger,” Malfoy scoffed. “Blaise is actually a very smart individual. He just has a serious problem with authority. Sadly the form of animagus I take is a damn ferret.” He said bitterly. My hands flew to my mouth, but before I could stop it a giggle burst through, uninvited. Malfoy looked up sharply.
“Are you laughing at me Granger?” More laughter was coming through my fingers; I gave up trying to hide it.
“You turn into a ferret? How bloody ironic is that?” Malfoy crossed his arms over his chest and turned away from me.
“I knew I shouldn’t have told you,” he sniffed disdainfully. My laughter petered out and I sighed, leaning on Malfoy’s back and resting my head on his shoulder. He turned slightly and let my head fall on his chest. Then our eyes met, and I felt mine go wide. We both jumped to our feet, staring at each other.
“I –I-I think it’s about time we got down to . . .” I stammered.
“Maybe we should go to. ...” Malfoy started, letting one hand run through his hair.
“Dinner,” we finished at the same time. We looked awkwardly at each other then bolted through the portrait hole and down to the great hall. Malfoy nodded to me then set off to the Slytherin table. Bonking his best friend Blaise on the head as he got there. I noticed Crabbe and Goyle where at the other end of the table shooting eye daggers at Malfoy. What the fuck is that about? I wondered to myself; as I went over and plopped down between Harry and Ron.
“Well looked who FINALLY decided to show up,” Ran huffed. I shot a glare in his direction.
“You know very well what I’m going through Ron, seeing as I laid it all out so well for you in the potions stairwell, so shut the hell up,” I tucked into the food. I did not need to deal with Ron and his silly schoolboy crush. It was nothing more than that. There was no chemistry between us, despite what everyone else in the whole school seemed to think.
“Just a little hungry there Hermione?” Harry raised his eyebrows at me and laughed. I had piled my plate with foodstuffs.
“That Transfiguration just takes the energy right out of me,” I leaned over Harry, grabbed a pitcher of pumpkin juice and plunked it down in front of me.
“Oh I’m sure it’s that Transfiguration,” He winked and nudged me knowingly. Ron sprayed out the pumpkin juice he had just been drinking.
“WHAT??” he exclaimed, eyes going wider than I had ever seen them before.
“Well you know, sharing that room with Malfoy, things get kinda freaky,” I put on my sexy sultriest voice. Both Harry’s hands flew to his mouth to keep his laughter from filling the Great Hall. Ron’s eyes got so big they seemed to be bugging out of his face.
“Hermione!” he gasped, “Don’t even things like joke that, hell bloody.” Ron was so shocked he couldn’t even get his sentences out right. I smirked, and Harry was jumping up and down on the bench with glee. “I-I me-mean,” Ron’s cheeks were turning redder by the second. He quickly changed the subject. “That smirk of yours is very unnerving Hermione,” He scowled, all cross with me now. “It looks very similar to Malfoy’s.” I shrugged and went back to my dinner.
“You share a common room with him for two weeks and see if you don’t start smiling like him.” I shot back, a little too nastily frankly.
“Well, sorry MALFOY,” Ron sneered, “I didn’t realize you had switched places with Hermione.” I slammed my glass down on the table and stood up. Electricity seemed to be crackling in the air around my head, Harry quickly hid under the table, out of rang of my feminine rage.
"Good luck mate, I'm staying out of this one." He whispered at Ron. I was glad he seemed to be taking my side, even if he was being a totally dork about it.
“Ron,” I said, undercurrents of rage surging through my voice, “Kindly kiss off and die.” With that I turned on my heel, held my head high and stormed from the Great Hall all the way up to my common room. I flung the door open, startling Malfoy, who seemed to have eaten very quickly, and stolen a few pumpkin pasties which lay on the table in a napkin. He looked up and his eyes got very wide as soon as he actually took me in. I realized that I still seemed to have lightning buzzing around me.
“Draco,” I said, as calmly as I could, “I am not myself, and I am EXTREMELY pissed off.”
“Well you definitely aren't yourself,” his eyes were dancing in the firelight, “that’s the first time you’ve ever called me by my first name.”
I laughed in spite of myself, “I think I’m going to get myself into some trouble if I stay out here any longer, goodnight Malfoy.” His face fell slightly for some reason. I stormed to my room, slammed the door and collapsed on my bed. I heard Draco call "Night!" through the door.
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I punched a pillow in frustration, just as I thought Hermione and I were on first name terms and actually making some progress she’s immediately back to calling me Malfoy. I sighed; well that trouble comment she dropped was interesting. I thought to myself. And just like that my mind was already forming plans about just exactly what I was going to do about the predicament that was rising around me.
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