Strange magic. (Dramione)

Chapter Six-Mad Mornings.

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Chapter Six.

Hermione felt the light on her eyelids and rolled over gently in the four poster bed, fisting the silk sheets in her hand.

Wait, she didn't have silk sheets.

Where the bloody hell was she?!

She sat bolt upright I the bed, the events of last night slowly coming back to her. A slight smile crossed her face as she remembered Draco's kindness, but it was soon replaced by a look of sheer horror.

She had overslept. She was going to be late for the very first day of lessons!

Scrambling out of bed as fast as she possibly could, she nearly fell over several times. Severely panicking now, she was starting to wonder if she would be able to run half way across the castle and back to the Gryffindor common rooms without anyone noticing her. She was silently cursing herself for not remembering that she would need her uniform, and had almost given up hope when she saw a scrap of red material out of the corner of her eye.

She glanced over and saw...her full uniform. Laid out neatly on an armchair by the bed.

...Did Draco bring this in?

Never mind, no time to worry about that now. Getting ready in time for lessons was her number one priority.

She gathered the uniform in her arms and went running downstairs in search of a bathroom to change in. Unsuccessfully.

Draco was leaning against a table slowly eating an apple; apparently taking no notice of her as she ran back and forth, trying every single door she could find.

She was getting restless now, and just trying the same doors over and over again. Thinking she had found the right door at last, she forcibly tugged it open, only to find a tall, wooden ladder now falling straight towards her person.

She tensed up, waiting for the impact-

But it never came.

She opened her eyes, and saw the ladder hovering, several centimetres away from her face. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw Draco pointing his wand in her direction.

The ladder folded itself up abruptly and the cupboard slammed shut.

Not even looking in her direction, he said,

"If you're looking for a bathroom, it's down there."

Vaguely gesturing in the direction of a short corridor that Hermione hadn't even noticed before.

Hurrying over, she muttered a quick "thank you" before shutting herself in the stony-looking room and getting ready as swiftly as possible.

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Leaving the room a few minutes later, she saw that the common rooms were completely empty, with no sign that anyone had ever been there.

She stopped still for a moment : seemingly forgetting that she was in a rush. Taking in her surroundings, she realised just how welcoming the Gryffindor common room actually was compared to Slytherin.

The layout was pretty similar, but the warm colours in the Gryffindor common rooms were completely replaced by cool greens and steely silvers. Even the flames in the fireplace were almost silver as they flickered.

Hermione thought that if she had to live in such a cold and unwelcoming place then she would quite surely go mad.

Suddenly remembering that she had to be somewhere, she gathered her belongings and exited the living quarters as fast as she could.

"Now then," she thought,"How do I get to the Great Hall without people knowing I came from the dungeons?"

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