"On this side is the boys' dormitory while on the other side is, of course, the girls' dormitory," a sixth year Prefect droned, seemingly bored. "This is your room." He gestured limply to an opened door. "Your things are already inside. By the way, you have other three roommates and you'll meet them soon. Now, if you do not have any questions, can I go now?"
Hermione glared at the Prefect. She was tempted to demand 'Do you like your position? Do you like what you are DOING?' He was seriously wasting his authority. She forlornly remembered that one of her goals in Hogwarts was to be the Head Girl. But then, because of certain circumstances, it was completely impossible.
Her nose then scrunched up in disgust upon thinking of the current Head Girl. It came as a huge surprise for her. And she had bet that most of her classmates were also surprised once the Headmaster introduced their Head Girl- Parvati Patil, the one half of the Gossip Duo. Not that she hated Parvati. She was still one of Hermione's friends. She knew Parvati ever since first year and she just thought that being Head Girl was too good for the Gryffindor. But since Dumbledore appointed her, she trusted him. She couldn't do anything, anyway. She just wished that her counterpart, kind-hearted and intelligent Ernie McMillan would be able to make-up for Parvati's mistakes.
"Can I go now?" he asked once again, now looking annoyed. "I have other important things to do..."
Hermione forced a smile on her face and politely thanked the annoying Slytherin before going inside her room.
The first word that popped up inside Hermione's mind was 'green'. Everywhere she looked, the interior design of the room was green, with hints of silver for accessory. The next word was 'cold'. Her new room... no, the whole common room was freezing cold once she stepped inside its premises. The smoldering fire did nothing to warm the whole room, making Hermione think that the whole room was charmed to be freezing cold, even during the summer.
Hermione located her bed at the very end of the room paralleled to another one and sat on it, surveying the whole room more clearly.
There were four beds in the room, including hers, and Hermione distinctly remembered that the Prefect told her she had three more roommates. It was a surprise, remembering that in the Gryffindor dormitories, approximately eight students were sharing a room.
'Filthy spoiled brats,' she thought, making a face, as she made a move to start fixing her things.
She allowed silence to ensue around the room, quite contented that no one was bothering her... yet. But as if on cue, the door creaked open and she was driven to look up to see who the newcomer was.
She only knew a few things about this Slytherin - one: his name was Theodore Nott; and two: he was a complete bastard to her and her other friends. She assumed that he would be her new roommate and she was not that thrilled to be living with him for the rest of her ten months.
"Eh," he said, catching sight of Hermione, who gave him a meek smile as she stood up. "The new kid in school!"
"Err..." she started, slowly stretching her right hand. "I'm Hermes Austen and I am your new roommate."
He had scrutinized her for minutes (hours for Hermione) until he broke into a bright smile. Instead of shaking her offered hand, he fisted his own hand and waited for her to give it a bump. The brunette, confused, stared at it before hesitatingly bumping her fist with his. "Hello, Hermes Austen. My name is Theodore Nott."
"Theodore," she repeated, a bit surprised at his tooenthusiastic greeting.
"No, no," he said, shaking his head. "I like you, so I am allowing you to call me 'Teddy'!"
