Falling for The-Boy-Who-Lived ~On Hold~

Chapter Four ~ A Dorm for Two

Draco's P.O.V

I stop glaring at Skye. What's wrong with me? This is not her fault..

I begin to worry. What will Father do to her when he finds out she's a Gryffindor? I shudder at the thought.

Finally, the feast begins, for some reason, I'm not hungry. I look side-ways and stare at a beautiful girl at the corner of my eye. Yes, she's from Gryffindor. Yes, she's a mud- I mean she's a muggle-born. Yes, I am talking about Hermione Granger.

Okay, yes, you may think 'Who the bloody hell are you and what have you done with Malfoy?' Well, honestly, Hermione was never someone I actually hated. 

She's smart, beautiful, maybe a know-it-all but a cute one at times. Whenever I see her, I want to puke. Did I mention in a good way?

The feast is finally over and McGonagall leads me and Hermione towards the Prefects' Dormitory.

Hermione's P.O.V

We are finally taken towards the Prefects' Dormitory by McGonagall.

We finally stop in-front of a portrait with Snape. Wait wha- SNAPE?!

"Professor Snape?" I ask. He nods, looking bored in his portrait. 

"Now, what should the password be for now?" McGonagall pipes up.

"How about Butterbeer?" I ask, grinning. Draco smiles at me and I blush. Snape nods, still bored and moves his portrait.

"Right, your trunks and owls are in your dorms, this is the common room as you can see. I'll leave to un-pack." McGonagall says, making a few hand gestures towards the doors to the different rooms.

I nod along with Draco. McGonagall then leaves, leaving me and Draco standing in the common room in an awkward silence.

I finally open one of the doors, which leads to Draco's room. I look around the room then look at him.

"Your room." I say. He looks in then his face looks amazed.

"Awesome I got a bean-bag!" He shouts. I giggle.

"Draco, it's just a bean-bag.."

"So? I never had one before!" He says, grinning. I laugh at him.

Draco runs up to the bean-bag then jumps. 

"Draco wait-"

Too late, Draco lands onto the bean-bag onto his back, making it burst. A million tiny Styrofoam balls fly everwhere. I burst into fits of laughter, as I look at Draco's horrified face.

"Was going to warn you." I say as he gets up, looking disappointed. I point my wand, muttering "Reparo".

The tiny Styrofoam balls collect themselves back into the bag and the bag zips itself close back again.

"Now, next time you're going to sit on it, do it calmly and lightly." I say slowly to him. He chuckles.

I finally walk out of the room and walk into the next room. Yep, this was my room.

After I finish un-packing, I take my quill out and begin to write a letter to the Weasley's and my mum and dad, who thankfully got their memories back after the Ministry helped out.

Draco comes in and looks over my shoulder. I turn around to face him. I touch him with the tip of my quill, making him laugh a little.

"You shouldn't have done that." Draco says, smirking. He suddenly takles me, tickling me. Damn him for finding out my ticklish spots.

We finally begin a giant pillow/tickle fight in my room, making a mess. I never had this much, ever in my life.