Summary: Draco and Hermione are at an Advanced Magic school, known as FoxGrove's Manor. They're recently arrived and had a welcoming supper, during which Hermione and Draco got into a quarrel. The Professor of Transfiguration (Laurel) has been showing them around, and she's rather mad at Draco and Hermione for getting into this fight. They've been given a map of the school and a list of the rooms, Professors, and land around FoxGrove. When Laurel was escorting Draco and Hermione to their given rooms, Draco discovered some rather odd tapestries...

A/N: I'm baaack! Well for a while anyway... This is all I've written since the last time I've posted ::hides in a corner, embarrassed:: and I hopefully plan to continue this story!! I need lots of help though, so if you see anything you don't understand or if I have a terrible spelling please tell me!! Thanks soo much to everyone who reviewed -- I love you guys so much! Anyway, enough of me, just read!

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Hermione sat on the large canopy bed, collecting her thoughts, and absently petting Crookshanks. I've barely been here five hours and already I've had a fight with Malfoy. Who, of course, hasn't changed a bit. One of the teachers hates me, she's probably written to Dumbledore who is thoroughly disappointed, in me most likely. I should've known better not to slap Malfoy. But it felt so natural, and I barely even realized I had hit him until he was towering over me. This is going to be a horrible two months…

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Draco stared at the door that was in front of the blonde Professor, the door that rose from the marble floor in a great wood arch that almost touched the ceiling. There were swirling curved reliefs in the dark brown wood, and very small, at an arms reach, were two golden circles, which were apparently the doorknobs. It looked very enchanting, especially after the beautiful velvet tapestries, and the granite bricks that the castle was made of only enhanced the beauty.

Draco's attention was distracted from the door and onto Laurel as she swirled around, her eyes meeting his for a quick second and then finding Hermione behind him. "This is your room," she said sharply. She obviously hadn't forgiven either of them yet for their display during the meal earlier.

The Professor whirled around again, and placed a fingertip on one of the gold circles, and the door swung open to reveal a brightly-lit room that held scarlet carpets, a large pink canopy bed, and chairs of magenta. It greatly resembled a Valentine, but one that wasn't addressed to Draco. That was all he got to see before Laurel turned to face them, and beckoned Hermione to her.

Hermione came forward abruptly, her shoulder just missing Draco's, and without another glance at him, the two women disappeared into the room. Draco took a step forward, but Laurel stuck her head out and said icily: "You wait here."

And Draco did. For five minutes he waited, the voices of the two carrying out to him and he got a few wavers of conversation. "…here, very big, it's walk-in", or, "Yes, just down the hall. Lots of books…" and, "Oh, you nevermind that." And then Laurel came out, shutting the door behind her.

She avoided Draco's eyes as she swept past him, taking a parchment out of her robe pocket that Draco realized was his map of FoxGrove. She mouthed to herself for a moment, and then her head jerked backwards slightly at Draco, and he knew he was to follow as she started on.

He followed her past the tapestries, and when they came to the three split passageways, she chose the one that was to the right of them, or would've been straight if you were coming up the marble staircase. She took him down a hallway that had windows leading out onto the lawns, windows that skimmed the floor and reached high for the ceiling, letting in stripes of light every five feet.

They came to another split, and Laurel chose the left, which led down a corridor of pictures. There were torches every once and a while, but between them it was very dark. The portraits weren't very homely either, they held sneering men that were no doubt vampires, and groups of witches attacking Muggles. One picture didn't fit in with the rest though. It held a mermaid, perched on a rock beside a giant white castle, with her golden hair flowing out from behind her, sitting very gracefully as if nothing mattered in the world. When she saw Draco she gave him a smile and giggled.

Laurel stopped abruptly at the portrait of the mermaid, reached behind the frame, and pulled it open. Behind the picture was a great hole, and Draco could see from the torch light inside that it held a staircase going up. Laurel gave Draco a glance and then turned and went up the staircase, with Draco following her. He heard the portrait swing shut gently behind them.

The staircase wasn't marble, it was granite, like the walls, and was very steep. When they had finally reached the last step, Draco looked around and saw a door to his left. Straight in front of him was a suit of armor, and to his right was a granite wall with a window. Laurel gestured Draco to pass her, and he did. When he had, he looked back at her, and she thrust his map into his hands and said said, "Your room is behind that door. I shall leave you here with your map. You are allowed to roam around the castle, but remember where the forbidden rooms are. If you are expected to be somewhere, the area will glow yellow on the map and blink, and the time you are supposed to be there will flash in blue."

She turned sharply and hurried down the stairs, and Draco heard the portrait swing gently shut. He turned to face the door, which was wood like Hermione's, but a great deal smaller. A cool breeze blew on his back, and he looked behind him out the window, and saw nothing but blue. Cautiously avoiding the armor suit, he went over to the large granite window and placed his hands on the sill. And looked down. And down. He was obviously in a tower, the ground was far below him and he could barely make out the people below sitting on the grass.

He whirled around and went to his door again, reached out, and pulled it open. His eyes swept up the room in one glance: the black carpet, the black chairs, and the black bed. A mirror stood against one wall, reaching up almost to the tip of the high ceiling, and a door was in one corner. Draco supposed it was a closet. His trunk sat underneath a very large window, looking small and forlorn in the giant room. Black, he thought. I'm home.

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Hermione hadn't noticed the tapestries on her way to her room, and she didn't notice them on the way out of her room. Both times she had been examining the floor, the guilt on her shoulders weighing her down a considerable amount. And so she did what she always did when she was confused, miserable, or just plain bored. She went to the library.

The library was a vast chamber, just about the size of the room where they had ate supper, but it was much narrower and notably taller. It was a great deal cozier too, with the scarlet armchairs and the giant blazing fire on the far wall. A desk was placed at the opposite wall, and a person sat behind it. Hermione didn't get a good look at him or her however, due to the enormous book that they were reading. He or she didn't notice Hermione's presence, or if they did, they masked it well.

Hermione's first impression of the room was Wow. Sure, the Hogwarts library was very nice, but it was about a fourth the size of this room. And the Hogwarts library was full of bookshelves lined along the floor, while this one had none. Instead, books were stacked upon the walls, all four of them, piled from ceiling to floor. Sliding ladders were the way to get the books, Hermione supposed, because there was no way you could have reached them. The library, being warm, cozy, and, obviously, full of books, was immediately Hermione's favorite room, despite the fact that she had been in there for two minutes, and besides the fact that she had only seen three other rooms beside this one.

She stood there in the doorway: her eyes raised to the ceiling and exhaling rather hard, until the librarian finally set down the book, and walked over to Hermione. He, yes, the librarian was a male, looked in his mid-thirties, had very dark brown hair, good natured brown eyes, and a rather handsome face upon which an amused look was placed. He didn't look as if he belonged in a library; he looked like he belonged on the back of a motorcycle. Hermione quickly shut her mouth, and felt a flush rise to her cheeks.

The man smiled. "Well, you're either lost, or you're here for a book. I can help you with either choice, though I would prefer the latter. Most children that visit me here are indeed lost, despite the rather crafty map I have made up for them, and never stay for more than five minutes, during that time while I steer them right. Well then, where do you want to go?" He said this all with an amused look and Hermione couldn't help but thinking he had a rather nice voice; it was natural, not deep and not high, and Hermione was reminded greatly of Harry's godfather.

"It's very judgemental of you to suppose that I'm here because I'm lost, because for a fact, I'm here to read," Hermione heard herself say, and she smiled at the man, who was now grinning.

"I suppose it was judgemental, and I'm delighted you're here Miss…"

"Hermione Granger."

"Well, Hermione, what kind of book were you looking for? Are you here for research, novels, poetry, fiction, fact, school, illegal work, or maybe just a light reading book?" He said these all rather fast and caused Hermione to blink. "Oh, I'm Jonathan Ericson, but call me Jonathan."

"What were you reading?" Hermione's eyes traveled from Jonathan's face over to the broad black book on his desk. Jonathan's eyes followed Hermione's, and he grinned. He walked over to the desk, and Hermione followed.

"This," he said with a grin, "is not a magical book. This, in fact, is about motorcycles."

"You have a motorcycle?" Hermione asked, and she was beginning to believe that Jonathan was the kind of person who would surprise you with every turn.

"Yes."

"Does it fly?" Hermione smirked, her eyes twinkling.

"No, but I do know a person with a flying motorcycle. My old friend Sirius-"

"Black. I know all about Sirius's flying motorcyle. How are you a friend of Sirius though?"

Jonathan looked rather taken aback of Hermione's knowledge of Sirius and how very calm she was with the subject. Hermione, it seemed, was not a normal girl.

"I should probably ask you the same thing. But I knew Sirius after he had just graduated from Hogwarts, and started a shop that sold things like motorcycles. I met him there. Of course, that was all before Voldemort was at large. And before Sirius was sent to Azkaban. I couldn't believe Sirius would do such a-"

"But he didn't. He's innocent," Hermione interrupted, and brought her lips up into a thin line.

Jonathan again looked surprised, and he tilted his head slightly, opened his mouth and said, "Do you want to sit down?"

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Dear Hermione,

I know you've only been gone for a few hours, but I think you should know what happened after you and Malfoy left…

Draco and Hermione disappeared quite suddenly, and the room was swallowed up in silence. Lucius was glaring hard at the portkey, as if it was its fault that his son had been swooped off to a summer magic school with Hermione. His gaze rose up to Dumbledore, who stared back with twinkling eyes.

"I hope that my son will not be surrounded by Mudbloods at this school of yours, Dumbledore. I should hope he will come back highly learned, and not worse off than he started. Where is this school anyway?" Lucius said coldly, and Narcissa looked away and looked rather ashamed when Lucius had spat out 'Mudblood'.

"It's in England, Lucius, and that's all I can say. I assure you your son will come back learned, and he will probably be a great deal more sure of himself as well," Dumbledore replied emotionlessly, and Lucius stood up.

"Come, Narcissa. Angelina. We're leaving," Lucius strode past Dumbledore, and shot Ron, Harry, and the Grangers a rather nasty look as he passed, and it was all Harry could do to keep Ron from pouncing on him. The Grangers looked fightened, Narcissa looked embarrassed, and Angelina threw Ron and Harry a smile and waved behind her back as Lucius pushed her out the door with Narcissa. This left the Grangers, Ron and Harry alone with Dumbledore.

"Do you think Hermione will be safe with him?" Ron hissed and glared at the door that the Malfoys had gone out of.

"I'm sure she'll be fine, Mr. Weasley, but you and Harry can keep in touch with her via owl. I'm also in touch with the school, and I'll make sure to keep you posted on the happenings," Dumbledore gave Ron a kind smile, and Mr. Granger stood up and extended his hand to Dumbledore, who shook it.

"Thank you so much, Hermione was thrilled about going, and I'm sure it's a wonderful opportunity for her."

"Yes, thank you," Mrs. Granger said with a smile, and she also shook Dumbledore's hand. Ron and Harry stood up and gave Dumbledore a smile and a goodbye before they promptly walked out the door, followed a minute after by the Grangers.

"I wonder how long it'll be before they get into a quarrel…" Ron wondered aloud and was smothered by three, "Rons!".

It wasn't all that exciting, but just in case you were curious, I thought you might like to know. So, Dumbledore's watching you, if that helps you any. *Have* you gotten into a fight with Malfoy yet? And how's the library?

Harry

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Draco sat on his bed, holding a letter from Angelina. She had written to him right after he left, and although he would never admit it, he was thankful she was at his house, taking care of things. She was, even though of course he would never voice it, his favorite cousin. When they were younger she had been the one that he would fall down the stairs with, the one that would explore the dungeons with him and would cast spells on the maids, just to see them scream. Draco smiled at the memories, and then lowered his eyes down to the letter again.

Draco-

Things went very well after you left, believe me. First, your father went on rage and shouted about lousy muggles, right in front of those Grangers, I thought it was very rude, and I think Aunt Narcissa did too, but that's not the point. Anyway, he went on rage and then Dumbledore said something about "He will come back well learned, and more sure of himself,", he meant you, and he wouldn't tell your dad where the school was. It made him real mad, your dad I mean, so he grabbed Narcissa's arm and started dragging her out of the room, and he was like: "Come on Angelina," all mean like that, and so I came really fast after him, but not before he had shot really angry glares at those two boys and the couple.

Anyway, he dragged your mother and me out of the school and we port-keyed real fast to your car and then all the way home he kept mumbling to himself, it was a really boring trip without you, Draco. I even found some of our letters, so I read them to myself and it wasn't as boring, except for Uncle Lucius asked me what I was giggling about. I told him that I was thinking about him glaring at those muggles and how scared their faces got, and I think he believed me, because he left me alone and kind of gave a proud sigh.

How's that little brunette girl? She seems nice, except for she's Mudblood and all. What's the castle look like? I looked it up in some of your dad's old books, because right after we went home he went to his secret study, but it's not really secret because I know where it is. Do you?

Anyway, I went to the library and looked up that school in some of those books, and it looks really old. In some of the pictures there's this man with yellow hair standing infront of the castle, he kind of looks like your dad, and he's always surrounded by people in black, they kind of look like Death Eaters. I don't think it's your dad though, because he's really apprehensive about you going to this school, so I don't think its him. I better go, your owl is getting anxious, so goodbye! You had better write me back, too, because I know where your room is and I can blackmail you really bad because of what I've found already. Bye!

Angelina

Draco's owl was sitting on the windowsill looking completely exhausted, and Draco went and got it a bowl of water. To think, Angelina had already found things to blackmail him with! He really could see where she was related to Lucius…

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A/N: There's six more pages for you! I'm not really quite sure where my story's going next, and I'm likely to change a few things before I'm finished, so please forgive me! I have decided to change my name to "Erin Faith", so if you're looking for me and don't want to search through all the other countless "Erin"s, just type in "Erin Faith"! (You can also find me the regular way with just typing in "Erin"; I'm the still one with a (5) after her name! Sorry for any inconveniences! Again, if you see any grammar errors, or spelling, e-mail me! Thanks again for reviewing!

P.S. Charity -- Still a Draco/Hermione fic, but for you she was sitting comfortably on Harry's lap! LoL, sorry, just couldn't resist!

Emaeleigha: Sorry if you see Angelina from the Quiddich team, that's not the picture I was going for at all! Think Draco, except for with brown hair and lots of humor (oh, and think girl, too!)

Thanks to everyone who loved the boxers, I like them too!

Romance coming...well not soon, but it is coming!

Also -- I would like to have a beta, but, as I mentioned before, my beta would have to be extremely patient, because I don't update a lot, or on schedule! Anyway, e-mail me if you're interested!

Does anyone know a great Harry Potter research page? Where there's maybe a message board or a list of people you can e-mail your Harry Potter book questions to? I really need one of those, because I'm not really feeling like searching through all four books to find the answer I need! Thanks, guys!

Okay, that's it for my comments, but I might be updating "All I Can Say Is Aloha", soon! Look for it! ; )