How it really goes down

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Draco looked up at his ceiling, scowling at the thought of Granger in the next room.

"Malfoy?" he voice came from the bathroom door, very quietly though.

"What do you want Granger?" he spat, not bothering to look at her, she was probably checking
him out anyways.

"I, uh, I need your help." she said after a long hesitation, even quieter than before.

‘Well, well,' Draco thought to himself. ‘Granger needs my help.'

"And why would I help you?" he asked, slightly turning his head to glance at her.

She was biting her lip and looking anywhere but him. Why would she asked for his help he
wondered. After a minute of silent pondering he rolled of the bed and followed the girl into her
room.

"How did you do that to your room?" she asked as they entered her room, which was still the
dismal shade of blue.

"What? Blue isn't your colour? That's right your more into red, like Weasel." he smirked as she
turned the colour in question.

"Just answer me Malfoy." she huffed at him.

"Yeah, here I go." he said walking over to her book case and examining the spines. "This one
looks familiar." He called to her, pulling out a book entitled "Handbags and Gladrags" by some
Qrab Cholanti.

He threw it over his shoulder and smiled.

"What are you doing?" she asked, picking up the book and pushing him aside.

"I was trying to see if I've seen this book before. It's been hurled at my head so I guess I have."
he said smirking as her blush returned with a vengeance.

"Will you please just answer my quon Mon Malfoy?" she asked him pleadingly.

"You're begging me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"No. I'm asking nicely if you'll share a talent that you've acquired." she explained simply.

"Sounded like begging to me." she insisted.


He could have a good time with this. It was like it was almost to easy.

"I knew this was a stupid idea. Just get out. I'll figure it out on my own." she said stomping past
him and going to the bathroom door. "Leave."

"Hold on." he said going over to her desk, which held pictures of Potter, Weasel, and two people
that looked like her parents. "I'd rather have pictures of Draco Malfoy." he whispered, smirking
as the pictures turned into his likeness. His gaze moved over to her bed, that disgusting shade of
blue greeted him.

"what did you do?" she asked, rushing over to examine the desk. "Malfoy! Change them back
right now!" she demanded after glancing at the pictures.

"I don't know what your talking about." he said innocently. "I'd rather have black." he
whispered, his gaze on the bed.

To his delight it faded into a very lovely shade of black. Hermione must have still been focusing
on the pictures and failed to notice.

"When you're ready to ask nicely, like any self-respecting witch would do, I'll be in my room."
he called over his shoulder, already walking through the door.

"What are you....?" She trailed off suddenly

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Hermione stared at her bed, that had been a lovely shade of blue, that was now totally black.

"I would have done the same is suppose." she mumbled to herself, remembering that the bed was
same colour of Draco's bed.

"Just in case I stumble into your bed one night I can blame it on the fact it looks exactly like
mine." she heard, laughing as the explanation might have to be used, for both of them

"Draco? Could you come in here?" she asked, going to the open door and looking into his room.

"What do you want Granger?" he asked not sounding happy about it but still moving into her
room, after pushing her aside.

"I just wanted to say thanks." she said, walking up to him and looking up at him. "A lot." she
added, reaching her hands up to his face and pulling it down to grace him with a kiss.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked after she let go. go.

"It would seem I'm thanking you!" she said, putting her hands on her hips and staring up at him.

"Last time I do somet for for you." he mumbled, his face turning pink and stalking out of her
room, only to be stopped at the door by a huge bundle of fur. "What in the hell is that?" he asked
jumping back at least a foot.

"What's what?" she asked, walking over to where he was standing and looking around, only
seeing Crookshanks. "What are you looking at?" she asked, looking around once more before
looking back to him.

"That!" he exclaimed, pointing to Crookshanks.

"Crookshanks, My cat?" she asked, turning to look full at Malfoy. "You're scared of a cat?"

"I'm not scared of a cat. I'm scared of that thing blocking the door." he spat, walking forward
once more and stepping over the cat in question. "I don't want....it in my room. Got me
Granger?" he commanded, he really had his people mixed up. She wasn't Pansy, willing to bend
to his every wish.

"I have no control as to where my cat goes, Malfoy! If he goes in your room, which I hope he
does now, it's your problem to get him out. I'm not here to nanny you." she said rolling her eyes
at him. "Honestly, you'd think it was a werewolf or something." Hermione said after the blond
boy looked from her to Crookshanks, then back again.

"You're bonkers." her answered, giving a last glare to both pet and owner before walking out of
the room.

"I'm bonkers? Am I bonkers Crooks?" Hermione asked, laughing a bit when she realized what
she just did. "Of course I am. I'm talking to a cat." she muttered, walking over to her bookshelf
and picking out a book.

She had to think of a way to get Draco to open up to her. She'd come back from break sixth year
a changed person, well not totally changed but changed enough to realize that Draco, as she now
thought of him, had issues he needed to talk about. Now was the perfect time for it to happen,
they shared a bathroom for crip's sake! She'd been going over all the confrontations that had ever
happened that had to do with Dracd had had come to the fact that he was insecure about
something and felt he had to make up for it by being a big tough man. He usually came with the
whole ‘I'm a pureblood, you're not' shtick, but it was getting out and he knew it, so he'd been
coming up with new things, but still they always came back to make him sound just a tad better
then everyone else, which wasn't all tharprirprising when you look at the Malfoy's, but still
something was up and she just had to find out, it was her goal for this year, first year it had been
to learn as much as possible, second year it had been to get the highest marks, third had been to
help Harry out with whatever came up during the summer, which had been happening more and
more, fourth was to get a boyfriend, fifth was to get perfect scores on owls, sixth....totally
irrelevant to the question in mind, and seventh had been to find out what made Draco Xabier
Malfoy tick. She'd seen in the paper that Lucius had died and thought that it might be the turning
point in Draco's life, but so far there was no such luck.