The Best Year Yet

3: Sharing is Caring

As Hermione rode up to the castle in the carriages all she could think of was the blonde haired boy she was to share a common room with, the WHOLE year. 'This is going to be a nightmare' she thought as her, Neville, Luna, and Ginny got out of the carriages. None of them had spoken about it which was probably for the best.

The great hall was swimming with candles as usual and after the sorting ceremony the tables groaned under the weight of food. As Hermione picked at some potatoes she felt a pair of eyes on her from across the room. When she looked up, she found the person she wanted to see the least, staring at her from the Slytherin table. There was no one sitting next to him, it was if he had an invisible bubble around his whole body that everyone wanted to avoid. She kind of felt bad for him... 'No Hermione, he's a rude git, you don't feel bad for him.' She scolded herself and forced her soft hazel eyes to look away from his stormy grey ones.

After the feast, Hermione took as much time as possible getting to their new common room. After she said goodnight to her friends she slowly trudged up the stairs, not anxious to arrive. When she got up the stairs she stood outside the door.

"Password?" Said a painting of an old wizard who had a long brown pointy beard, under which read a plaque that read 'Harold the Great'.

Hermione sighed and muttered, "Plum-pudding."

The door swung open and she slowly stepped inside. Malfoy was no where to be seen so she took in her surroundings. To the right, there was a red couch and two comfy green chairs around a fireplace and a table to do homework at. The back of the common room contained two sets of stairs leading to, what she was guessing, were their rooms. There were two doors, each had a little wooden animal that resembled their houses.

Hermione stopped and listened but either Draco was out or he was already asleep and judging by how he looked on the train, she guessed it was the latter. As she slowly walked up the stairs, running her hand along the bannister, she wondered why Draco looked so tired. She guessed it was because his father was sent to Azkaban and his mother was not coping well. 'He must be very stressed out' she thought as she walked towards the door with the lion on it.

When she walked in, she immediately stopped and stared at the blonde who was sprawled over her bed, fast asleep.
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A/N: Hello! I hope you like this so far. It's my first fanfic so bear with me.

Also sorry the chapters are kind of short.

I sadly don't own any of the characters (especially Draco Malfoy ;) ) all are credit to the amazing J.K. Rowling.