This is SHIT! There is no way in hell…

What?!? No way. Is there no other way?!? Please no…

"Yes, well now that you both thoroughly understand the situation, you may leave." Dumbledore leaned back in his overstuffed chair and observed the two students before him through his half-moon spectacles. They were transfixed, neither one moving, neither dared to breathe, much less speak. It was their worst nightmare come alive. It was the worst possible situation it couldn't be true…but it was. But they weren't going to give in easily.

"Please, could we work something else out? There must be another way! We could work something else out!"

And at the same time…

"Disgusting, I refuse! You can't be serious."

"Wait. Disgusting?" Hermione turned and glared Draco. "I'm the one who should be repulsed."

"A mudblood like yourself should consider a situation like this an honor."

Hermione stood up and reached for her wand, and Draco's arrogant smirk faltered. But before either had a chance to do anything, Dumbledore cleared his voice with an air of authority.

"Mister Malfoy, I would request you refrain from using the term 'Mudblood'. Miss Granger, I would request you lower your wand."

Hermione lowered her wand from Draco's face to his crotch. Draco look horrified.

"Miss Granger."

Hermione put her wand back in her robes and sat down. "I'm sorry headmaster, that was inappropriate." Hermione said quietly, feeling slightly guilty. Dumbledore looked amused at the entire scene.

"This situation will only remain until the Head dorms are repaired. I am sorry for the inconvenience, but you will have to make do. Lemon drop?" Dumbledore motioned towards a bowl of yellow candies.

"Err, no thanks, sir." Hermione said, still lost in thought, trying to comprehend what she had just been told, and she wasn't happy. Draco looked just as peeved.

"Well, off you go then. Class already started." Dumbledore smiled at the students. This could be interesting, he thought. He was well aware of how much the students loathed each other, and knew the dangers of the situation. Yet he couldn't help but find the situation comical. They could learn a lot from this. He thought to himself. Or someone could end up dead. I guess it's a risk I'm willing to take.

"And Mister Malfoy," Draco paused in the doorway as Hermione left the room. He waited until she was out of earshot. "Make sure Miss Granger receives a kind reception from the rest of the Slytherins. If anything happens you are responsible."

"Yes, sir." Draco turned and left the room. He was furious, at the situation and at Dumbledore. I'm responsible? He thought to himself. This is insane! How am I supposed to keep the entire Slytherin house from killing her when I tell them about this? That a mudblood, that Granger herself is going to be living in the Slytherin dorms!