The Break-Up (Dramione)

Chapter 2

Hermione's pov

I wake up to the sun shining through my windows. As I sit up, I'm able to take in my new room for the first time in broad daylight.

It looks amazing.

The wall opposite of my bed is mostly made out of glass and looks out over the Forbidden Forest. On the left wall there is a huge bookshelf. When I see this, I gasp and immediately push my covers away and hurry over. There's a mix of muggle books and books written by wizards. I've already read quite a few of them, but I can also see a lot of new titles. I squeal in delight.

Next to the bookshelf there is a closet in which I can put my clothes. When I look behind behind me I can see a desk with new sheets of parchment and ink. The room is simply great. It's basic, but it's everything I need. I search for my suitcases and take out the stuff I will need for my shower and clothes for the day. I take my wand and leave my room.

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It's still early so there's no one in the halls yet. I've always liked it this way. Because we sleep in shared bedrooms and live in the same common room, there is barely any peace ever. So, to walk in complete silence is definitely nice every once in a while. As I make it to the bathroom Malfoy and I share, a thought at which I shudder. I see that it's not occupied.

Good.

I wouldn't want to come across him. He'll just start shouting at me all over again and make my blood boil. That ferret annoys me to no end. He really knows how to get under my skin and make me loose my composure. I cannot understand how anyone could ever, ever, like him.

I push him out of my mind again, because I don't want to let Malfoy destroy my good mood.

I walk inside and look around. There is a big bath in the middle of the room and 2 cabinet showers on the right side. At the end of the room there is a big mosaic window, through which the sunlight streams in, producing different colors.

I put my towel and clothes on a hanger somewhere next to one of the shower cabinets. With a flick of my wand I turn on the taps of the shower and start undressing. I step inside, close the door and once in the shower I relieve a sigh. This is always a good way to start the day. I take my lavender body lotion and start massaging it onto my skin.

I hum an old muggle song as I wash of the lotion. I didn't even hear someone come in until I hear the door falling into its locks again. "Who's there?" I shout. "This is a private bathroom, so you have no right to be here."

I hear a snort. "I think I have every right to be here, Granger." My eyes go wide. Of course it has to be him. How stupid of me, who else would come here? "Didn't you see the sign on the door?" I ask.

"I don't know about you Granger, but I think you forgot to turn it to 'occupied'."

"I did not. I'm certain I switched it."

"Care to check?"

"I'd rather not, thank you. Could you just please get out?"

"I don't think so."

"So what, we have a bloody shower together now?"

"Who cares." And with that he steps inside the cabinet next to mine. I'm forever grateful that the showers are cabinets with doors. That way he cannot see me, and I don't have to see him. But still, I'm fuming with anger.

I reach my hand up to get my towel, but to my horror I remember that I put it on one of the hangers outside of my stall.

"Shit." I mumble.