RoomMates

Date is December tenth to December eleventh

Okay ladies and gents! Chapter two is a’comin’!

Chapter two: Moving in, Astronomy Tower, Fluffy Bunnies, and Blue Bubbles

           

            Hermione sat frozen in her chair, stunned. No one around her moved either; it was like witnessing a very bizarre part in a play when the actors are frozen. Not even paying attention to anyone else, she thought to herself, “This must be some kind of sick joke! There is NO WAY the hat would have actually thought that me and that…that… thing are compatible! Well, I guess I can’t just sit here and look like a deer in headlights; I might as well go up to stage. My god, Malfoy is already up there, and he looks totally RELAXED! Oh it just makes my blood boil when he can stay so cool in these situations! Oh well, maybe I’m overreacting…”  So, with quite a lot of difficulty, she finally felt her feet moving, and she approached Draco and Mrs. McGonagall.

           

            Hermione looked back to the Gryffindor table, Harry looked absolutely awestruck. He was mouthing something to Hermione that she didn’t understand, but he looked pretty worried. Ron, on the other hand, had the absolute opposite reaction; he looked like a caged animal! No, a better word would be a raging bull at a bull fight; his nostrils were even flaring the exact same way! It took Seamus, Harry, Dean, Parvati, and even poor Neville, who was being absolutely harassed, to hold him down. Hermione gave him a look that she was going to handle this perfectly fine, even though she thought that this was all so terribly unfair. She really had never done anything to deserve this.

           

            As she glanced to the Slytherin table, she couldn’t help but grin stupidly. Pansy Parkinson’s expression was absolutely hilarious. She didn’t look just a little upset, but positively enraged! She was having quite a bit of trouble getting out of her seat, as everyone, including Crabbe and Goyle, the huge idiots, were trying to hold her down, but only succeeded halfway. Her makeup was totally smeared, mascara running down her face, making her look like a huge fat cross between a hag and a pug. Stumbling halfway out of the Great Hall, she fainted, and was immediately dispersed to the medical ward.

            Dumbledore approached the center of the stage, grinning like an idiot. Everyone knew that Dumbledore had always wanted the other houses to get closer, and judging by the sort of twinkle in his eyes, he obviously thought it would work this way. Hermione never thought anything negative about her professors before, but she couldn’t help think now that the suspicions between her peers were true, and that he had gone terribly mad. He couldn’t be more wrong.

            He cleared his voice and spoke, “Now students, according to your expressions, most of you probably think that this arrangement is totally asinine, but let me assure you, in the end you will see that this arrangement has worked out for the best! Please appreciate the courage your fellow students have in participating in this. Now, you may now say goodbye to your friends for now, as they will be staying in the Astronomy Tower tonight for sleeping arrangements. Their things have been taken up there, and the next time you will be seeing them will probably be in about two weeks, just in time for the Yule Ball!”

            Hermione still felt a bit sick and shocked, but she had made herself agree that she wouldn’t start any more fights with Draco for the rest of the year…well… any… major fights. After all, a few good arguments with the Slytherin couldn’t hurt…

            She jumped down and ran to Harry and Ron, who were standing in the middle of the Great Hall.

            Harry spoke first, “Hermione, I can’t believe that they are making you do this, I really hope you are going to be okay. Promise you will send owl post for me and Ron and everyone else every chance you get, I will miss you. We will all miss you.” Harry gave her a big hug, and then Ron stepped up.

            “Look ‘Mione, I’m still totally pissed they put you up to this, especially with Malfoy. And if the son of a bitch tries anything, or hurts you in anyway, or calls you a Mudblood or tries any shit like that, just tell me right away. Mark my words, Mione. I’ll kill him.” Hermione simply looked at Ron, nodded, and gave him a short hug. The passion Ron spoke with to her was much different than with Harry, he always had a tendency to wear his emotions on his sleeve. She knew that he meant what he said. After bidding them farewell, she turned to see Malfoy looking at her impatiently, and she glared daggers back.

            “Look Granger, McGonagall wants us to come, so hurry the hell up now!” Hermione nodded, glaring at him furiously, and followed his lead. McGonagall stood forth, and beckoned them forward.

            Professor McGonagall did not say anything to them as she walked, she simply lead them upstairs to the tower. Hermione felt like she was in some sort of bizarre dream. She kept trying to pinch herself to wake up, but nothing worked. She took a glance at Draco, who was, as always, totally cool and calm. Hermione stared at him enviously, and told herself that she as well would someday learn to act like that.

            When at last they reached the tower, after climbing what seemed like endless flights of spiral staircases, the Professor led them in the room, shut the door, and left them alone.

            The tower had a very large beautiful window with a sliding door, and a fireplace crackling merrily in the corner. In the center of the tower were two squishy sleeping bags. One pink, with fluffy bunnies on them frolicking through light blue bubbles, and the other was a plain blue bag. Before Draco had a chance to notice, Hermione dashed to the blue one, leaving Draco with the girlish pink choice.

            Hermione positioned herself comfortably, smiling placidly at Draco, just to annoy him. It worked. He strode over to the pink bag, lifted it up, and asked Hermione, “You really don’t expect me to sleep in this…this…fluffy item, do you?” She looked at him happily, and with a very high pitched cheery voice, announced, “Of course! It’s just lovely, isn’t it? I mean, I TOTALLY thought it would suit you perfectly, the bunnies and the bubbles, it’s all so CUTE!” She started laughing, and became entangled in the sleeping bag in a fit of very inappropriate giggles.

            He backed away from her slowly, staring at her with a very surprised expression. “You’re an absolute MADWOMAN! What the hell is wrong with you?! You mean to tell me you are actually enjoying this…this… absurd mockery! I, being who I am, simply cannot believe they are forcing us too...”

            “Oh shut the hell up with your arrogant crap!” she cut him off. “You could at least make the best of this situation and stop being so damn immature!” she said.

            He stared at her again, and begrudgingly sat on the pink bag. “Oh really miss perfect! I’m not the one giggling like a schoolgirl.”

            He turned over and lay in the bag, trying to sleep. He heard her sigh and shift her bag away from him. “Who does she think she is?” he thought to himself. “Telling me, a Malfoy, that I am immature. Oh well, I really shouldn’t be listening to her anyway, as she has no idea what the hell she is talking about.”

            So, as both of our beloved magical teenagers were totally exhausted, they really hadn’t any trouble falling asleep. Despite the fact that they hated each other, and had to be living together for the next 6 months, they were taking it pretty well now. True, they were annoyed, but tomorrow would be a…well…interesting day to look forward to. And, after all, since Hermione was going to be buying her robe, she probably wouldn’t have to talk to him so much tomorrow anyway.

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            Draco awoke, annoyed, from a brisk knock on the Astronomy Tower door. Draco, being totally opposite from a morning person, was never to be disturbed during his sleep. He shut his eyes and waited a few minutes, until finally the knocking stopped. He looked up from his pillow and saw that Hermione was already dressed and ready, and had answered the door. A tiny house-elf had bowed to her and gave her a key and instructions. She nodded at him and shut the door.

            “You’re finally up,” she snapped. He gave her a cold threatening look, which really wasn’t very threatening at all, considering his hair was ruffled and he was sitting in a bunny bag. “We are supposed to meet him at our new house in 5 minutes for “further instructions”, and he gave me the key to the front door. Now please hurry so we aren’t late, I’ll meet you outside the door.”

            Draco didn’t have a chance to reply, she already had left. So, tiredly, he got up and looked outside. It truly was a beautiful day, perfect conditions for flying. He smiled, suddenly in a much better mood then before, and got dressed. “Well, at least I can probably spend most of my time flying than having to listen to her bullshit.” He was humming now, which was actually one of his hidden passions. Draco just adored music, especially Baroque.

            Draco met up with Hermione as she led the way outside. Hermione and Draco were, surprisingly, feeling kind of…excited. This was going to be a totally new experience, even if it was with their enemies. Hermione crises-crossed through the grounds, and they finally set eyes on their new home. It was, as Dumbledore had said, quite unique. The house was painted silver, green, purple, and blue. The five windows were in shapes of stars and moons, and the front door was in the shape of a giant bright orange and red sun. The shape of the house, well, wasn’t like a normally shaped house. It had two towers at the top, probably for the bedroom and bathroom. There was a fairly large balcony to the right, and very beautiful black curtains adorned the windows. It almost looked like a cross between a mini castle/house in the sky, because of the stars, moons, and the sun. The house wasn’t exactly on the ground, either. It was floating about one and a half feet from the ground, on what looked like fluffy clouds. Hermione absolutely adored it and Draco… well… Sir Draco didn’t exactly know what to think about it.

            “Well, what do you’s think?” the house-elf asked sheepishly.

            Draco just shrugged, and Hermione exclaimed, “I absolutely love it! It’s just so…creative looking! I think I am actually going to tolerate living here.” Draco, on the other hand said, “Yeah, it would be a nice place for me, if I didn’t have to share it with you.” Draco pushed past her in a swish of emerald robes and moved his way in. Hermione stomped her foot furiously and followed.

            But once she stepped inside and looked around, she couldn’t be mad anymore.  The living room was absolutely fun looking. The first thing you would see as you walked into the house would be one large light blue circular couch set, and in front of this, about ten feet away, was a large entertainment center, with a very big flat screen television, a DVD player, a large stereo with surround sound, and a… Karaoke machine! Hermione was in heaven! The walls were blue like the ocean and featured mermaids swimming around. There were two doors in the back of the room, and a door on each side (left and right) of the room. There was a switch on the side of the room, and Hermione flicked it, causing a very large disco ball to come down, along with various colors of lights and strobe lights you could control. For once Hermione wished Draco was here so she could show him that Muggles were, in fact, smart enough to deal without magic. But, unfortunately, he had left outside moments prior, and had taken flight on his broomstick.

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            Hermione found this perfect time to go shopping for her robe. Fortunately, there was a fireplace in this room with floo powder (Dumbledore had let them travel via floo as one of the exceptions.) She threw the powder in and said, “’Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions’ please!” And moments later, found herself face to face with the Madam herself.

            “Hello Hermione dear!” she said cheerily. “What can I do for you?”

            “Hi miss Malkin! I would like to purchase a dress robe please,” Hermione said.

            “Of course dear, right this way.” Madam Malkin led her through a series of racks containing robes of all sizes, shapes, and colors.

            When finally she stopped, she led Hermione to a section with the most beautiful dress robes she had ever seen. They were all so detailed, and most had very long flared sleeves, with capes attached to the backs. Hermione looked all around, and she let out a very audible gasp as her eyes rested on one particular dress.  It looked devastatingly expensive, for it was made of pure silk and the finest materials. The front was cut in a V, and it had a narrow waist that flared and flowed down at the bottom. The sleeves were very long, and looked like they would go about two inches past Hermione’s hands. The back of the dress had a fine silver cloak attached, and the V shaped waist was adorned with small sparkling black diamonds. The dress, ironically, came with dainty high-heeled glass slippers. Hermione didn’t care if she had to spend everything she had; she simply had to have this dress. She checked her purse, and counted her money. She had along with her exactly one hundred and eleven galleons, which, ironically, was exactly what the dress had cost. Hermione practically ran to the front of the shop, eager to get it home. After she had paid for it, she simply knew it was meant to be.

            Once she got home, she realized that she must have spent much more time away from home as she had once thought. It was dark outside now, probably around eight or nine, and she was really tired. She stepped inside the house and looked around for Draco, there was no sign of him. So, being as tired as she was, and realizing that the door to the left of her was labeled Bedroom, she opened the door, and found herself standing before a spiral staircase, she climbed them. When she was at the top, she found a door, which was obviously the door to the room, and opened it.

            But what she found herself looking at was nothing that she expected. In the middle of the room was a large king-size canopy four-poster bed with purple and silver curtains, and the bed was made of silver, and the sheets were…wait a minute! On the bed, was Draco! And he was petting a small Siamese, “Kitten?” Hermione asked.

            Draco looked up at her, obviously not expecting her to be there. Hermione had to giggle at him; he was clad in only black silk boxer shorts. He narrowed his eyes at her and covered himself up better with the sheets, which Hermione had noticed were black and white. “Yes it’s a cat,” Draco said impatiently, still holding the cute little fur ball. “I was bored today so I went to the pet shop and bought her. The owner said her name was Diosa, interesting name…”

            Hermione simply nodded at him and said, “I read somewhere that Diosa means goddess in Spanish.” Draco looked at her and rolled his eyes, “Of course you did,” he said. Hermione stuck her tongue out at him and started unpacking her bag. She was shuffling through the contents looking for her pajamas. She found the ones she wanted. It was a black silk halter top and short set, with little stars and galaxies on them. As she was looking for a place to change, she found to the right of her was one of the star shaped bay windows, and there was one of those plushy benches in front of it. She figured since it was a hollowed out space, Draco wouldn’t see her. So, she quickly changed and came back into the room.

            He was still sitting there with the cat. She was getting thoroughly exhausted by now, and wanted nothing but sleep. She put her hands on her hips and instructed him to move, but of course, Draco being Draco, did nothing of the sort. He just stayed in his place, solid as a rock, and a devilish smirk played across his features. “I am not going to move. Why don’t you just let me sleep on the bed, and you can sleep in the closet for now.” Hermione was getting angry and VERY impatient by now, she was not one to wait. “Malfoy I am NOT going to sleep in the closet! This bed is just as much of mine as it is yours!” She jumped on the bed and pushed him off, causing him to land on the floor in a heap of covers and pillows. It truly was absurd how many pillows were on that bed, there had to be at least twelve. Satisfied at his angry protests, and how he looked trying to detangle himself, Hermione made herself quite comfortable and hogged the bed up, spreading her arms out from her and smiling placidly.

           

            When finally Draco was detangled, he was determined to keep this bed to himself. “There is no way I am sleeping next to her!” he thought. “I deserve to keep this bed to myself.”  He stood up and tried to push her off the bed, but she simply wouldn’t move. Again and again they tried everything to get each other to leave, but when no methods worked, they finally had to give in.

            “As long as we have to share a bed together, we will have to find someway to create a barrier between ourselves,” Hermione said. Draco looked at her, very annoyed, and said, “Oh quit it you prude little brat. There is no way I would ever touch your pure little virgin body anyway, so you won’t have to worry about that.” Hermione, having not taken this comment lightly, roughly slapped him, and hissed furiously, “Don’t you ever, ever talk that way to me again! Just because you are rich and pureblooded, doesn’t give you any authority to speak that way! And as for the virgin part, don’t try to talk about things you clearly don’t know anything about!” Draco was absolutely appalled at her. “I knew it Granger! It was Weasley, wasn’t it?” She simply couldn’t believe he had thought it was Ron! “Sickening! That’s like…it’s like a brother!” she thought. And, to tell the truth, Hermione still was a virgin, but she wasn’t letting Draco know that! “No it was not Ron! Gross!” she screamed at him. “Oh really Granger, who was it then?” he asked. “It was, ummm, it’s none of your damn business!” she shouted, and turned the lights off. She was going to fall asleep if her life depended on it

…………………………………………………………………………………”Stop kicking me Granger.”………………………………….”I’m not bloody kicking you; it’s just your damn cat Malfoy!”……………………………………………”Hi there my little kitty! Diosa come to give daddy a kiss?”…………………………………………………

 ………..”Malfoy, shut the f*ck up!”…………………………………………………………………”Meow.”