Entering the head dorms for the first time, Hermione understood what a privilege it really was to be Head Girl. After passing the portrait, she entered a common room, painted half in green/silver and half in gold/red.
Being such a sudden girly-girl, and only interested in looks, Hermione stopped to consider how terribly those two combinations clashed. Quickly she got over it though, as she stared wonderingly at the comfy couch, the fireplace, the useful desk.
“Wow!” she said aloud, following a set of stairs up to her own room. Naturally it was painted in red and gold tones, and the large, queen-sized bed had the same colors. This time not even stopping to consider how horribly sick of gold and red she would be by next month, Hermione continued her exploration of the dorms.
It seemed that adjacent to her room was a rather large bathroom with a huge bathtub, sink and, (no big surprise there) a toilet. On the other side of the bathroom was a door.
Having absolutely no idea what could be behind it, Hermione walked over and turned the doorknob, only to find a room identical to her own except that the only visible colors were green and silver.
Shocked at what was clearly Draco Malfoy’s room, Hermione hurried back to her own part of the dorm, to unpack.
Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy himself was entering through the very portrait (yes, portrait. Even though Gryffindor is probably the only house that has an entrance like that, the Head Dorms do as well!) to find the same sight as Hermione had moments before.
Instead of awe, though, Draco was only feeling confusion. He didn’t know what all this meant. First, he fell in love with Hermione, then Mystery Girl, and now he had to share a dorm with Hermione! What was he to do?
“I can’t tell father,” he said to himself, “he would only beat me relentlessly! I can’t tell Crabbe and Goyle either, since I don’t live with them anymore. Oh, woe is me!”
Hiding at the top of the stairs, Hermione had heard this little monologue.
‘Oh, Draco,’ she thought, feeling a surprising pang of sympathy, ‘maybe there is more to you than I thought! Maybe you are more like the boy I fell in love with at the masquerade!’
While Draco and Hermione were facing their anguishing (if unrealistic) feelings in the Head Dorms, Mary-Sue was dealing with her own problems: Harry problems. No, not hairy! She was not dating Hagrid! Harry problems. H-A-R… Oh you get the point…
It wasn’t that he had become any worse a boyfriend, or, like most teenage boys, long since broken his promise of never looking at another girl that way again. No, it was just that Harry was worrying more than ever about Draco Malfoy and Professor Snape (who they knew, of course, to be the Half-Blood Prince).
Recently Harry had told Mary-Sue about all of his fears concerning Malfoy. That (and the recognition of true love) had been what hat motivated Mary-Sue to set up Hermione and Draco, in fact. She hadn’t told Harry about this plot though, for she knew he would be very mad.
Speaking of mad… Harry had refused to go to Dumbledore again to ask for help. Of course, Mary-Sue wasn’t exactly sure why “mad” had made her think of this. Harry’s anger at the headmaster? Or said headmaster’s insanity?
Well, it didn’t matter, really. The point was that, at that very moment, Mary-Sue was headed to Dumbledore’s office on her own.
Being the trusting person she was, Mary-Sue had refused to accept, at first, that Dumbledore might be wrong. Finally, however, her brilliance had over-ridden her naivety, and Mary-Sue was going to sweet talk the information out of Dumbledore. This, she knew, would be no easy feat, despite the fact that we’ve already established that Dumbledore is senile.
As Mary-Sue gracefully floated along (Mary-Sue never just walked), however, someone came running towards her. The person was obviously male, but he seemed unaffected by her charms. Extremely shocked by this, Mary-Sue looked at who it was. To her surprise, it was Ron. This made everything even more confusing, since Ron was the boy who was extremely stupid, and could never stop staring at his best friend’s girlfriend.
Surprised at his angry look, Mary-Sue decided to follow him. Quietly she slunk (she did not walk!) along behind the rampaging boy. Finally they reached the head dorms. A quiet look of determination on his face (Mary-Sue briefly wondered when the idiocy had been replaced by blood-lust and strength), Ron ripped open the door. The portrait just gaped at such strength.
Following Ron, Mary-Sue could hear sounds coming from inside the dorms.
“Yes, my father forced me to. He used to abuse me terribly you know.”
“Oh, Draco! Poor you! I… I’m so sorry.”
“Thank you for listening to me. I feel much better. You’re so beautiful.”
“Oh… Draco! I love you!”
After that, it sounded like they were kissing. Mary-Sue sighed contentedly. This was exactly how she had planned it. But then Ron, who had been standing just in front of her, rushed into the room and grabbed the two lovers by their collars. Throwing Hermione onto the floor, he faced Draco menacingly.
It was all Mary-Sue could do to keep them apart. Hermione, who had of course lost all the strength she used to have, was crying in the corner. Mary-Sue had had enough.
“Petrificus Totalus!” she yelled twice, looking at Ron and Draco in turn. Obviously she performed the spell without using a wand, and it worked perfectly. The two boys lay on the ground, helpless.
Going to Hermione, Mary-Sue put her arm around the sobbing girl.
“I’m sorry, Draco!” Hermione screeched, “I can’t be with you anymore!”
With that Hermione ran from the room, sobbing. Tears started leaking from the corners of Draco’s eyes, too, and Mary-Sue unbound him. He scurried off into his part of the room to cry.
Standing in the middle of Hermione’s dorm, Mary-Sue was watching the new developments with interest. It looked as if Hermione and Draco weren’t meant to be after all. Well that was too bad. Draco was miraculously hot, after all, and Hermione was the second prettiest girl in the school, suddenly, as well. Second only to Mary-Sue, naturally.
“But wait!” thought Mary-Sue, looking down to Ron, who still lay unable to move on the floor. He reminded her of something, or rather someone, “I know the perfect person for Draco! Her entire family (including her) hates him, his entire family hates her and her family. He is the worst enemy of her brother. He is snooty and rich… er, I mean, gentlemanly and abused. She is cheerful and fiery… er, I mean, angsty and gothic. Perfect!”
Forgetting Ron on the floor, Mary-Sue hurried out of the room, anxious to set her new plan into motion.