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In the land of Gods and Monsters	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 18062 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hermione lay her tired head in her hands and sighed. She was exhausted. She knew it wasn’t going to be an easy transition but she liked a challenge. But the thought and actual doing were two entirely different things.
And who the hell was that in the room connected to hers?
Oh sure it might look like Draco Malfoy, albeit a little thinner, and it might even sound like him but the Malfoy she remembered was fond of expletives and curses, scowls and lip curling. He didn’t bow before her and make a flowery commitment to peace on earth.
Which meant the person behind the thin piece of wood that qualified as a door separating their respective sleeping/shower areas [and the lock, my god it was a strange thing, operating like a muggle lock but absolutely immune to magic!] was either a clone or Malfoy had fully embraced his deviousness.
There was nothing good in him. She just couldn’t see it. Not after all the bad he had done.
She could clearly see him, bent down on one knew, promising to work together.
It was like looking down at the devil. She wanted to run away. She wanted to call him out and expose him for what he was—a snake. Wasn’t the serpent merely a metaphor for evil? For the devil?
But she ignored this instinct. It would have been so satisfying to do what she wanted.
But she bit the inside of her cheek and thankfully spared herself the added humiliation of ruining the attempt to bridge the divide between their houses.
Hermione dropped her head to her palm and lazily surveyed her room.
It was nice. Large. Too much space but she could spread her books out. A full sized bed. Hard wood floors spared the chill due to the rich Aubusson rugs [at least she thought that’s what they were; she could be wrong]. Her house colors were apparent in the red/gold pattern of the bedding but it was more subtle than other parts of the castle.
She even had her own fireplace, with two chairs in front of it. Her trunks were on the floor.
Everything seemed so normal.
Like a normal year.
Oh god I am not going there. Think of something else fast. Real fast.
An explosion of screaming nearly caused her to fall out of her chair. Heart pounding, she took a deep breath. And realized it wasn’t screaming, at least not real screaming.
It was music.
Coming from next door.
She immediately leaped up, glad for the distraction. But unhappy with where it was coming from. Or who it was coming from.
She straightened. It was late, and from what she remembered with other roommates, it was important to establish ground rules.
Lay out the boundaries.
She was NOT going to tolerate screamo music whenever he felt like it.
She shuddered to think what they were saying. Thank god she couldn’t understand the garbled language.
She knocked on the door.
No answer.
Another Knock—this time three.
Finally she began to pound on the door with her fist, until it started to hurt.
‘This is so stupid,’ she panted, tired, ‘He’s going to lie in front of everyone but I guess I’m not that lucky.’
She turned around, about to give up.
Except he turned the music up louder.
She was tired, she was emotionally and physically exhausted, frustrated and angry. This just pushed her over the edge.
Hermione began kicking the door. Banging and kicking.
‘MALFOY, TURN IT DOWN!!’
On and on she went, jiggling the knob, until finally the knob gave and she fell face first into his room.
It was brightly lit. Much more brightly lit than her room. That was the first thing she was aware of.
Then she became aware of how stark it was. Entirely white. Like someone had taken all the color away. Like a palette. And in the middle was a bed like hers. Only it had absolutely no sheets or blankets.
‘What in the…’
She didn’t see Malfoy anywhere.
His room, she couldn’t help but notice, was an exact copy of hers in size. And in the corner were pieces of furniture, bedding, even the carpets. Like he had stripped the room bare.
Why would he…?
‘You’re trespassing,’A voice whispered in her ear.
She screamed, literally jumping in the air and stumbling as she spun to face the speaker.
Hand on her pounding heart, certain she almost died, she stared at Malfoy.
A…smoking Malfoy.
He was leaning against the wall next to the door, arms crossed across his chest, watching her.
Don’t tell me he was there the whole time…?
That only added to the…to the creepiness of it. She felt a shiver crawl up her spine.
‘Can you turn the music down?’
He leaned forward, place his hand around his ear before mouthing something that she couldn’t make sense of and shrugged, a half smile on his face. She thought he said ‘can’t hear you’.
‘CAN YOU PLEASE TURN THE MUSIC DOWN?!’
‘I CAN’T HEAR YOU!’ He seemed to yell, ‘WHY DON’T I TURN THE MUSIC DOWN?!’
Hermione narrowed her eyes, and felt her jaw sag slightly as she watched him do exactly what she asked—but like it were his idea.
Ass.
He waved his finger—of course he could do wandless magic—and the music abruptly stopped. The resounding silence was almost as loud as the music and she flinched as her ears rung.
It made her headache even worse. And she felt like giving up and leaving and just crawling into bed. Maybe soundproof her room with some spell.
But…
She clenched her fists and steeled herself. But this was important, and you couldn’t move forward if you didn’t do it at all levels.
‘Malfoy, could you please not have the music so loud? The walls are very thin, and I can hear it.’
He gave her a patently skeptical look, turned and knocked on the wall, ‘Really?’ Looking ridiculous.
She resisted the urge to laugh.
Taking a deep breath, she began again in a much more neutral tone, ‘I would really appreciate it.’
She wouldn’t address the cigarette. What he did in his room was on him. She wasn’t going to police him.
‘I apologize. I had absolutely no idea.’
She couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or serious. Most likely the former. But it was late and she was tired.
He shrugged, ‘Not a problem.’ And he took a drag of the cigarette, turning his head away slightly so his profile was shown, before releasing smoke.
If it were anyone else she might have thought it looked kind of, well…
She shook her head. Nope. Not going to go there Hermione.
She would go to bed. Problem solved.
‘Thank you.’ She moved towards her room, ‘Sorry fo—‘
‘Strange, isn’t it?’
She paused at the door, laying a hand on the frame without realizing. ‘What?’
A small smile graced his face, and he took another puff of his cigarette. After releasing the smoke, he looked up at her from beneath long lashes, ‘Returning to a school to a place where so much innocent blood was spilled. Ash tray,’ And she saw an ashtray appear to collect the ash, ‘I half expected Potter’s ghost to follow Nearly Headless Nick. Pity.’ And his smile became a little wider.
His eyes positively glittered.
She gasped, her face crumpled. So caught off guard was she by his awful comment.
And Hermione suddenly felt like punching him because he had absolutely no right, none, to say his name.
She didn’t care if he saw how upset he made her. She covered her mouth with her hand and ran into her room, slamming the door behind her.
She didn’t even care that the music started up again. This time she was glad, because it meant that even if Malfoy knew he had hurt her he wouldn’t have the satisfaction of hearing her.
She threw herself on her bed, brought her knees to her chest, and cried.
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