"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Hermione yelled as she yanked herself away from Malfoy's grasp.

"Going to our quarters." He said, and, in fact, the door to the Head Boy and Girl's quarters was in front of them. He already knew how to open the door. All he had to do was touch his hand to the wall, which knew if either the Head Boy or Girl was attempting to enter. The double French doors opened, allowing them their first view of where they would be living together.

The first room they saw was the common room. In an attempt to please both parties, Hermione presumed, the walls were a deep purple. The curtains on the tall windows were shiny gold, which matched the crown molding and couches. The carpet was not a bright white, but a more toned down ivory. The light from the candles wasn't a normal flame color, either; it was a shade of orange that made the room seem even more warm and cozy. On one side of the room, there were several deep mahogany bookshelves. The other side had a wall completely covered in mirrors. The finishing touch was a fireplace, which did not match the standard against-the-wall stone fireplace in the other common rooms, but instead, was in the very center of the room, which was rather modern for the castle. The flames matched the unnatural orange color with the candles.

Looking to either side of the room, Hermione saw that there was a pair of spiral staircases. Above the left staircase the words Head Girl was written, and Head Boy was written above the right staircase. Hermione could also see that her staircase had red carpeting on the steps, and Malfoy's had green.

"This is astounding!" She whispered.

Malfoy shrugged. "Not much different than the manor, I suppose. Although I do want to know where they got the idea for purple."

"It's so that there isn't a clash in house colors. Green, Red, Silver, and Gold would look like—"

"Holiday Colors." He finished. He strode to his staircase and ascended. She watched, and then followed suit.

Opening the door with Hermione Granger written on it at the top of the stairs, she entered her Gryffindor-themed bedroom. It had plain white walls, which surprised her, and a wrought iron four post bed at the far end. There was a gold canopy above her bed, similar to the curtains in her Gryffindor dorm, but these were wispy and sheer. The bedspread was different from the old dorm; this one had a fluffy comforter with the Gryffindor crest on it. The carpet matched that on the stairs. She also had a fireplace, which let off a light purple glow at the moment. A chandelier with matching flames added a feminine touch. There was a desk by a large window, which was covered in deep red curtains that hung to the floor. She also had a living area with a red couch and gold living chairs. Of course, her belongings were also in the room.

Her chest at the end of the bed was much welcome as she wished to change into her favorite set of green sweatpants, but as she opened the chest, she discovered a book that she did not own on top of her clothes. It was made of brown leather and had a red ribbon bookmark peeking out the bottom. On the front cover there was a small Hogwarts crest.

The dreaded Marriage Journal, she thought. She changed into her clothes before heading downstairs with the journal.

Malfoy was already sitting on the long couch in the common room, facing the fireplace, which had now changed to green flames. Hermione sat on the opposite end of the couch.

"Do you like your room?" Hermione offered.

"Yes, actually. I was quite surprised at how well it was decorated." He answered, still staring at the fire.

"Mine surprised me, too!" Hermione took any chance at conversation. We're going to have to talk all year, she thought, might as well start now. "In our old dorm rooms, the walls were light brown stone, and everything seemed so dark. But here my room is so light and open."

"My walls are dark gray. Green everywhere, as well. Not very similar to our dorms, though."

Hermione nodded. Lifting up her book, she asked, "Looked at this yet?"

He looked over at her and smirked. "Green pants?"

She smiled, "No association to Slytherin whatsoever."

"No, I haven't looked at it yet." He lifted his book, which was black with a green book marker. "Although I suppose I must soon." He opened his book and ended the conversation. Hermione did the same, opening her book.

At first the pages were blank. Then, words formed in neat cursive.

Please present your wand to the crest on the cover. She did what she was told, and as she did, a red light was emitted from the outline of the crest. She flipped the book to the same page again.

Welcome, Hermione Granger, to your Marriage Journal. As you know, you are required to be married by the end of this school year. This journal will help match you with a compatible wizard in your school. The page turned on its own to two more blank pages. The next two pages are for your personal information. Please fill these questions out honestly and completely.

The first question appeared.

What is your full name and gender?

Hermione Jean Granger, female

When is your birthdate?

September 19, 1979

What is your house? Looking at her journal, she figured they already knew that.

Gryffindor

Please write the names of all your family members and their relationship to you

Jean Granger (néeRobinson) – Mother

Bob Granger – Father

Please list up to three of your closest companions/friends (not including family). She thought, That's easy.

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Ginny Weasley

What grades did you receive on your OWLS?

Ancient Runes – O

Arithmancy – O

Astronomy – O

Care of Magical Creatures – O

Charms – O

Defense Against the Dark Arts – E

Divination – She gulped Not Applicable

Herbology – O

History of Magic – O

Potions – O

Transfiguration – O

What are some of your interests?

Charms, Arithmancy, Reading, Going to the library, Learning.

How would you describe yourself in five words or fewer?

Daring, Brave, Intelligent, Honest

She never liked to talk about her personality. It made her feel vain. But this is what she thought Harry, Ron, or Ginny would say about her.

What is your favorite color?

Well, that's an odd thing to put on a matchmaking questionnaire. She thought. Lavender, she answered.

Finally, what are you looking for in a husband?

Hermione stopped and thought for quite a while. She thought about Ron's qualities. He was inappropriate but funny, although he wasn't all that smart. Physically, he had large muscles and was strong, but that didn't matter as much as brains to her.

I would like to marry someone who is intelligent and understanding. I want a mature young wizard who will respond to me on my level. As looks don't matter much to me, I have no preference towards his appearance. He should be courageous, brave, and strong.

Admiring her short essay, she closed the journal as the words faded into the ink. She looked over to Malfoy as he finished writing in his journal. He was handsome enough, she guessed, I could marry him, I suppose. Given my luck I'll get someone unbearable. He is sort of good looking.

"Enjoying the view?" He asked, using peripheral vision and not looking directly at her. She felt a little redness come to her cheeks.

"Just wondering if you were finished. I was going to go up to the bathroom."

"Did you need my approval of that?"

"The bathroom is connected between our rooms." She explained.

"Oh. I was wondering what that extra door was. Couldn't open it." He said, a little embarrassed.

"Yeah, we can't open each other's doors. I just don't want you barging in on me. Please knock first." He grunted, not really listening to her any more. She got up and went to her room. Grabbing a few toiletries that she needed, she went into the bathroom to take a shower. After getting out of the shower, she heard Malfoy on his side of the bathroom door, walking in his room. She wrapped a towel around herself, getting dressed with no time to spare as he rushed in.

"This is such a stupid idea, you know, having the loo connected. Now get out. I need to use the toilet." He said, shifting uncomfortably. She put her hands on her hips, still with dripping wet hair.

"Fine. But I'd appreciate you tell me you're coming in. Like I asked." She marched out of the room as he practically slammed the door shut behind her. "Arse." She whispered, but she still smiled.

OOOOO

A/N: I hope you liked this! Gotta love Draco, right? Sorry this chapter wasn't all that busy. Will update soon!