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“Ugh! These stairs are going to kill me.” she mumbled to herself as she opened the door to her new dorm, with hinges creaking as the door opened.
“I-I-I…” she mumbles as she takes in who will be her roommate for the whole semester. “Do I have the wrong room number?” She asks him. She was surprised by seeing him, but not frightened, as she always thought she would be by his presence, especially in these… conditions?
“Granger” Draco said as he swallowed loudly. “This is room 634, is that..”
“Oh, thank Merlin. I'm in the right room” she interrupted him, leaving him with a confused expression, after her thank Merlin comment. “If I had to keep going up the stairs I would have to revive and hex the architect who made this bloody building.” She said it exasperated it as she walked to the empty bed on the right side of the room.
“Ohhh, do we have our own restrooms?” Hermione said as she pointed to the doors on each side of the dorm.
He was speechless, he just nodded. Hermione bloody Granger, is in my dorm, and she looks like she would stay, but what on earth!
“So when did you get in? I got the letter literally this past week, it was certainly obvious that they didn't want me here!” Annoyance was in her voice as she recalled her troubles on just getting to apply to the application test!
“MERLIN! They fought me every step of the process, but this is the best schooling that there is for a Masters in Potions. They sent me all the different training that I should have just to apply. It's very obvious that this schooling program is for purebloods! I had to get tutors on freaking event planning, like I'm here to get a freaking husband. It's disgusting that they fought the war too, but just to, to what? Still discriminate, and be freely hooking up with whomever?” she growls “the annoyance”.
“I actually had to volunteer at a gala event where I asked Narcissa, your mother of course” she said as if it was nothing, his eyes went wide.
“Well, actually everything started as I was talking slash complaining with another volunteer of all the things I needed just to qualify for this program, Narcissa heard me, and offered to mentor me!” he shrieked at the thought that his mother saw her a lot for the past months and never mentioned it but well it is not like I'm visiting her often.
“It was amazing, your mother is an amazing teacher. I actually talked with McGonagall about introducing some of those classes to muggleborns, for them to have at least some of that knowledge, she might start her classes next semester, did she tell you that?” She asked enthusiastically.
He shaked his head, “Ahm, we, we don't talk much, actually.” His mother, teaching muggleborns !?
“Oh” was her answer.
“So, are you gonna be fine with that side of the room? Or do you want me to change it.?” That was the only thing he could think of just to change the subject.
“Oh, mmhm, let me test the beds and I'll tell” she said while she laid on her bed.
His eyebrows went to his hair line.
She looked at him and started laughing “I'm just joking, Malfoy. I won't make you change beds, you are already set up!, besides this bed is actually comfortable.” letting a sleepy sight.
“I'm sorry if I talk too much, but when I get excited I just start talking, and can barely stop myself.” She said with an actual hint of apology. Merlin, not even 10 minutes and I'm attacking him with all the whatever I do, that’s why I might be alone. Oh, don't go there, too much to dig, not enough time.
“Just when you are excited?” He said in a teasing voice.
She let a strangle laugh out as she couldn't believe he said that. “Yeah, well, also when I'm happy, stressed or when I'm passionate about a subject. But there is a difference when I wanna learn something from someone… I ask one too many questions just to find out more about that subject, but I keep my mouth shut between questions, I do let the other person answer”. She emphasized the last part.
“Will see, Granger, will see” he laughed.