Dramione - Hate Is A Strong Word

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

~Draco’s POV~

     We got to the fifth floor and found the tapestry. Granger mumbled “Nicolas Flamel” and it swung open. I walked inside, behind Granger. She looked around in amazement. She really did look pretty. I quickly suppressed that thought, inwardly hitting myself in punishment. I looked around; it really was spectacular. In the main room, to my left was a small library, with thousands of books on book shelves lining the walls. Cosy couches were set out, on which you could relax and enjoy a good book. To my right was an archway leading to a kitchen and dining room area. Which meant it was optional to go to the Great Hall for food. At the back of the main room were two doors. I went through the one on the far left. It was a bedroom, based around the colours silver and green. This was obviously mine. I looked around at the king sized bed, the large window that overlooked the black lake with the loveseat to sit and observe the lake. I noticed a door opposite the end of my bed and opened it. It led to a large bathroom, with a double shower, a massive bath and a posh toilet and sink. There was another door at the other side of the bathroom, curious I opened it. There was another bedroom with a large bed and window with a loveseat, but this time it was coloured red and gold. This must be Hermione’s room. My thoughts were confirmed as I saw Hermione lay on the bed, with her eyes closed. She really was perfect, her body curved beautifully and gracefully. Her calm face was flawless, without make up. Her eyes snapped open,

“What are you doing in here Malfoy! Get out!”

I was shocked, I couldn’t think of anything to say,

“I just realised we are sharing a bathroom that’s all.” I managed to come up with.

“What!” she exclaimed in anger. I spun around and exited the way I entered, I heard her groan in frustration.

Sitting on my bed, I decided to try my best to not allow any thoughts of Granger. It was too dangerous to think anything like that. I just wouldn’t, I would be more like my old self, not too horrible, I wouldn’t make her cry like I used to, but just not friendly with her. I needed to keep the distance between us. Not that I liked her like that anyway.

I didn’t want to go to sleep, I had horrible dreams about the war. I especially didn’t want to have the dream about Hermione that I had been having. Eventually I drifted off.

     The next day I awoke with a start, as always, I had weird dreams, but they were already fading. I got slowly out of bed, I realised it was about fifteen minutes until classes started. I quickly got dressed and went to the kitchen, breakfast had already been made, probably by the house elves. I ate some toast and walked around our dormitory. I hadn’t seen or heard Granger. She had probably got up early and gone down to breakfast in the Great Hall with her friends.

I thought it would be best if I just checked, because I knew she would hate it if she was late on her first day. I carefully opened the door to her bedroom and I saw her snuggled in her bed, fast asleep. She looked adorable, and very comfy. I didn’t want to wake her. But I managed to walk up to her and gently shake her shoulder. Her eyes flickered open, she rubbed them and mumbled “Huh?” She was so cute, but I reminded myself to act more like my old self.