The next morning Hermione told Ginny that she had over heard her and Harry
yesterday. "Please don't tell my mom! Don't tell anyone! Please!?!" was
Ginny's flustered response.
"Ok. Ok. I wasn't going to say anything. I just thought you should know that I know. I think it's great. Just make sure your using proper contraceptives" She went over to her trunk and opened it. She took out her box of condoms. "I know this isn't a wizarding thing, but you might want to use it just in case one of the spells goes wrong. Here, there strawberry flavored." She handed Ginny about five of them.
"What are they for and how do they work?" Ginny asked. Hermione told her that Harry would know exactly what to do. "What else do you have in there?" Ginny asked.
Hermione decided to let Ginny in on the secrets of her trunk. First Hermione showed her the anal beads. She had to explain what they were for. Ginny's eyes widened slightly, but she smiled. Then she showed her the vibrator. Ginny giggled.
"What's so funny?" Hermione asked.
"Harryisbiggerthanthat," Ginny mumbled.
"OK, Ginny, that was way to much information." Hermione then brought out a tiny suite case. She laid it on the bed. She cast a spell and the suite case was now very big; almost as big as her trunk. She unzipped the bag and exposed that it was almost overflowing with lingerie. "You can have any set you want" Hermione told Ginny.
They spent the next hour picking through Hermione's collection to find the perfect one for Ginny. She settled on a strawberry lace bra and thong. It had a matching bustier and garter belt. She also picked out cream colored stockings and lace gloves.
"Strawberries and cream. very nice!" Hermione was wearing one that was a little frillier than Ginny's. It was the same style as Ginny's. but all black. It also had a lace robe that went over it.
"Hey do you have a strawberry robe? I have a plan." Ginny said. Hermione got out a strawberry lace robe and Ginny put it on. Then Ginny started to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"To breakfast" Ginny replied like it was no big deal. Hermione grinned from ear to ear and followed suit.
Hermione was grateful that Mrs. Weasley only smiled; she understood that they were just having some fun. Ron almost fell out of his chair. Harry blinked a couple of times to make sure he was seeing this clearly. The twins whistled and started to make cat calls; mostly directed at Hermione seeing as how Ginny was there sister. Aurther came into breakfast, saw the two girls, and turned around and left the same way he had come in.
They ate their breakfasts while all the guys watched, not saying a word. Harry kept himself tucked away under the table hoping no one would notice that there was a significant rise in his pants. Ginny noticed though. She reached over and grabbed him. Harry moaned. Mrs. Weasley turned around. "Are you all right Harry?"
"Yes ma'am, I've just got a headache, don't worry about me." His voice cracked while he was talking. He pulled Ginny's hand away and looked at her with wide eyes as if to say "stop, you're getting me in trouble!"
Later that evening, Hermione and Ron were in the middle of a game of wizards chess. Hermione loved chess, and she new she would win. She had yet to meet someone who was a worthy opponent. Ron was very good. but not as good as her.
"Checkmate, I win! Good game, want to play again?" Hermione said.
"No thanks, you've hurt my pride enough for one day."
Ginny and Harry were snuggling on the couch reading a book together. Hermione suddenly wished she had someone to do that with. "Well I'm going to bed. wake me up early Ron. I want to have a while to get ready for the trip to Hogwarts."
She went to her room and stripped down to her underwear. It was a simple lace bra and three-string thong. She lay down on her bed over the covers; she was to hot to get under them. Arbaon slithered up onto her and curled up on her stomach. She fell into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning Ron went into Hermione's room. "Hello Arbaon. I'm not going to lie. you kind of scare me." The snake tilted its head to one side. "Well, it's just that you're a snake. Ever sense second year I've developed a sort of phobia, with the basilisk an all. Hopefully I'll get over my fear and we can be friends."
"You're not going to kill me for not liking you are you!?" Ron said while taking a step back. Arbaon shook his head to say no.
Ron smiled, "Could you please wake Hermione up?" Arbaon slithered up Hermione's body and stuck his tongue in her ear. She woke up to see Ron leaning in the door way. "I think I'm going to like Arbaon." He said. He turned around and left the room.
Hermione got out of bed leaving Arbaon to snuggle up in the warm place she had left. She stroked him on the head and went to her bed side table. She picked up a marble and set it in front of Arbaon. "Food time," she said. With a flick of her wand she had transfigured it into a mouse.
She went to get dressed while Arbaon enjoyed his meal. She had three and a half hours to get ready. She went to the bathroom and ran some bath water. Between washing, shaving, and soaking, the bath took about an hour. She got out and used a drying spell on her hair.
Then she picked out her clothes for the day. She first picked out her undergarments. She settled on black lace bustier and thong with white stockings.
Next she picked up one of her school skirts. She hated the old frumpy thing. She decided to make a few changes; nothing a little wand work can't fix. First she fixed the fabric. It was made of some kind of fuzz collecting stuff that had always reminder her of barber carpet. She changed it to a light blend of cotton and spandex so that it would comfortably hug her hips. With a simple charm it appeared to look as if it were silk.
She changed the color of the skirt from dull grey to a dark grey with a silvery tint to it. She kept the pleats so that it would still look as though it were part of her uniform, though she did shorten it and make them hip huggers.
She made her white button up shirt a more baby doll style so that it would hug her in more of the right places. She did the same with her sweater vest, as well as turning it a deep Gryffindor crimson and making it more low cut.
She looked herself over in the mirror. "Uhg. I still look like everyone else. There has to be something more I can do; something more noticeable." She decided the tie had to go. She turned it into a silk scarf. She wore it almost in the same fashion as the tie, but it looked much more feminine as a scarf.
Then she did some work on her robe. When she was done, it fit her figure more tightly accentuating certain places. It was now fine silk. The Hogwarts crest and prefect badge now shone platinum instead of gold; to match her Head Girl ring. She had something for Arbaon too.
She asked him before she put it on him. "I have something for you. I know that it's not traditional to have a collar on a snake, but I got you one. Not because I want to restrain you, I just thought it would be cool because I have a matching choker. What do you think?"
She hoped he would like the idea. He raised about a third of his body into the air to exposed his neck. Hermione hooked the band around its neck. It was almost like an ID bracelet. It was a half inch platinum band with ARBAON engraved in it. The rest of the band was lined with alternating diamonds and rubies. GRYFFINDOR was engraved in finer print on the opposite side from his name.
Hermione's choker was the same except for it had her name instead of his. Hermione's earrings matched. They were a diamond stud with a platinum chain dangling for a few links with a ruby on the end. In her second hole she had a Diamond stud tinted to be Gryffindor gold with a platinum post. On her left ear she had another hole on the top of her ear. In this one she had a small platinum hoop with diamonds, rubies and flecks of gold.
She looked at her watch; it matched the rest of her jewelry. She had ten minutes until it was time to go. For those remaining minutes she put on a make-up charm, added a little extra shine to her hair with a simple spell she had learned over the summer, and gave herself a last appraising look in the mirror.
"Ah well, it could be worse," she whispered to herself. The truth was it could have been a lot worse. Though she would never say so out loud, there was a little voice in the back of her head that was screaming that she looked worthy of Merlin himself.
"Hermione, dear, its time to leave for the train!" Mrs. Weasley yelled. Hermione rushed around the room for a last minute check of her things. "The twins will be up to get your trunk" Mr. Weasley added.
Right then Fred and George came tumbling around the corner into the room and gasped. Fred stood in the door with his jaw ajar while George kneeled in front of Hermione. "I know this is sort of 'spur of the moment', but will you marry me?" George said.
Hermione laughed for a second before it dawned on her that that was the most serious look George had ever given her. Just then he must have realized what he had said. He covered by giving an unconvincing laugh and asked her where her trunk was.
"Oh, Its in my pocket, a simple shrinking spell that I discovered over the summer." She then proceeded to put Arbaon in Crookshanks old basket and headed downstairs.
Hermione thought for a fleeting moment that maybe she had gone to far with the way she looked. Ginny and Mrs. Weasley both examined their own worn out clothes, blushed, and stepped to the back of the group. Harry's mouth was open wide in mid-sentence, causing Ginny to elbow him from behind.
Ron had eyed her up and down, lingering on certain places longer than others, and had let a dumbfounded smile spread over his face. Mr. Weasley was trying to look anywhere but at her, on account of him being married and not wanting to have a row with his wife later on. George was at the top of the stairs; Fred was as red as a beat.
George, realizing what was going on, interrupted the silence by mentioning how clever Hermione was for learning to shrink her trunk. Grasping for anything to break the silence, she reached in her pocket and pulled out the minuscule trunk, holding it up to get every ones eyes off of her. Mr. Weasley must have caught on to what George was doing and stepped forward to look at it more closely.
"It's a simple spell, I'll teach it to you if you would like," she said, a little more energetic than she had wanted it to sound. Then she looked at Harry and Ron and added, "as long as you don't use it on each other or any other unsuspecting victim."
"Well George and I had better be off to the Joke Shop, I'm surprised we were even able to stay this late," Fred said enthusiastically. Any uncomfortable feelings that had clashed between the occupants of the room had long since evaporated into a more contented atmosphere. After wishing them all a good year at Hogwarts and telling Ron he had to go out with a bang to uphold the Weasley name, they both left for Diagon Ally.
It suddenly dawned on Hermione that this was the last time she would ever be returning to Hogwarts. It had always been a really exciting time when it came to going back to school. Hermione always thought it was kind of like getting ready to go on a really long vacation. She was definitely going to miss it, unless she returned as a teacher the way she hoped she would.
She made one last brain storm of her belongings making sure she wasn't forgetting anything, and turned to follow Ron out the door. It was time to go back to her real home. Hogwarts.
The train ride was tolerable. She was delighted to find out that Head Boy had gone to a Ravenclaw, instead of the disreputable, well-to-do, idiot Draco Malfoy. He had turned into a real bugger ever since Voldemort had been defeated in their sixth year. Even though the Malfoys are purebloods their family name had been soiled when Luscious was put into Azkaban for life. Crabbe and Goyle were the same as always.
Hermione was happy to note that Ron and Lavender were getting along really well. Lavender had joined them in their compartment and by the time they arrived in Hogsmead she was leaning comfortably on Ron with his arm around her shoulder.
Ginny had fallen asleep with her head in Harry's lap; he had been playing with her hair and whispering things to her for almost the whole trip. Hermoine found herself yet again wishing she had someone who would care about her the way Harry cared for her friend Ginny. It wasn't long before the train was pulling into the station.
Hagrid, as usual, was gathering all the first years together for the customary boat ride across the lake. She made her way to one of the horseless carriages. She had known that this year they would not appear horseless, but she still didn't want to see them. It had been a bloody war before Voldemort was defeated.
Many people had died and Hermione had seen some of the deaths right before her eyes. The thestrals were a reminder of what she had seen, and she did not want to be reminded of it. At the feast she sat with her friends as she always did, until it was time for the Head Girl and Boy to be introduced.
"Miss Hermione Granger from Gryffindor and Mr. Terry Boot from Ravenclaw!" Dumbledore elaborated. Hermione stood up with a huge smile on her face. She slowly made her way up to stand at the front of the Great Hall. She received loud applause from all the Houses; except for Slytherin, but that goes without saying.
She didn't really know the Ravenclaw boy, and she figured that he must be a reserved person because not too many other people besides Ravenclaw seemed to know who he was either. The only thing she new about him was that he had been a prefect. His applause weren't nearly as raucous as hers had been. Mostly because the guys weren't hollering at him the way they had for her.
Soon after this the prefects led the new students to their common rooms and everyone filtered out of the hall. Hermione and Terry stayed behind with Dumbledore, ready to be shown their rooms.
"Follow me please," was all he said. For a moment Hermione thought that Dumbledore had finally lost his senses. He was heading to the dungeons. "The first year the school ever had a Head Boy and Girl they both came from Slytherin, so the current Head Master saw fit to put them near where they had always been. Ever since then, whether or not they come from Slytherin, it is tradition to put the Head Boy and Girl in the original rooms," He said, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.
As they walked down the corridor they passed the Potions classroom. The door was slightly cracked, and inside she could see Professor Snape brewing some kind of potion. The glance only lasted seconds, but Hermione felt a strange warmth creep through her.
Dumbledore turned a corner and stopped. Hermione looked around for the door, painting or statue, but there was only the stone wall. Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped a discolored stone on the wall.
"The password is Serendipity," He said. A large square whole appeared on the floor, with a staircase lined with torches leading downward.
"This will be your common room," he explained. The staircase led into a fair sized room done in crimson and royal blue. There was a fireplace, chairs, tables, and a sofa. Not much different than the Gryffindor common room, except on a smaller scale.
In a far corner there was a sort of nook. It almost looked like there could have been a bay window there had they not been in the dungeons. When Hermione got closer she realized that it was lined in bookshelves full of books, some of which she new there were copies in the library.
"Mr. Boot, your room is through that door, and Hermione, yours is through here." She walked in and was surprised to see that it wasn't done up in Gryffindor gold and red. The walls, her bed, the carpet, it was all a silky green color.
She turned around to see Dumbledore smiling at her. "It changes with your mood, like a mood ring. Dark blue is happy, romantic, or passionate. Blue is calm or relaxed. Blue-green is somewhat relaxed. Green is normal or average. Amber is a little nervous or anxious. Gray is very nervous or anxious and black is stressed, tense, or feeling harried. It's quite simple really. Your bathroom is through that door. I will be leaving now as it is quite late and I'm sure you would like to get settled in." With that said he turned and left.
She layed down on her bed and watched as the room faded from green to green- blue, and then from green-blue to blue. For some reason an overwhelming sense of tired came over her and she drifted off to sleep on her new bed.
"Ok. Ok. I wasn't going to say anything. I just thought you should know that I know. I think it's great. Just make sure your using proper contraceptives" She went over to her trunk and opened it. She took out her box of condoms. "I know this isn't a wizarding thing, but you might want to use it just in case one of the spells goes wrong. Here, there strawberry flavored." She handed Ginny about five of them.
"What are they for and how do they work?" Ginny asked. Hermione told her that Harry would know exactly what to do. "What else do you have in there?" Ginny asked.
Hermione decided to let Ginny in on the secrets of her trunk. First Hermione showed her the anal beads. She had to explain what they were for. Ginny's eyes widened slightly, but she smiled. Then she showed her the vibrator. Ginny giggled.
"What's so funny?" Hermione asked.
"Harryisbiggerthanthat," Ginny mumbled.
"OK, Ginny, that was way to much information." Hermione then brought out a tiny suite case. She laid it on the bed. She cast a spell and the suite case was now very big; almost as big as her trunk. She unzipped the bag and exposed that it was almost overflowing with lingerie. "You can have any set you want" Hermione told Ginny.
They spent the next hour picking through Hermione's collection to find the perfect one for Ginny. She settled on a strawberry lace bra and thong. It had a matching bustier and garter belt. She also picked out cream colored stockings and lace gloves.
"Strawberries and cream. very nice!" Hermione was wearing one that was a little frillier than Ginny's. It was the same style as Ginny's. but all black. It also had a lace robe that went over it.
"Hey do you have a strawberry robe? I have a plan." Ginny said. Hermione got out a strawberry lace robe and Ginny put it on. Then Ginny started to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"To breakfast" Ginny replied like it was no big deal. Hermione grinned from ear to ear and followed suit.
Hermione was grateful that Mrs. Weasley only smiled; she understood that they were just having some fun. Ron almost fell out of his chair. Harry blinked a couple of times to make sure he was seeing this clearly. The twins whistled and started to make cat calls; mostly directed at Hermione seeing as how Ginny was there sister. Aurther came into breakfast, saw the two girls, and turned around and left the same way he had come in.
They ate their breakfasts while all the guys watched, not saying a word. Harry kept himself tucked away under the table hoping no one would notice that there was a significant rise in his pants. Ginny noticed though. She reached over and grabbed him. Harry moaned. Mrs. Weasley turned around. "Are you all right Harry?"
"Yes ma'am, I've just got a headache, don't worry about me." His voice cracked while he was talking. He pulled Ginny's hand away and looked at her with wide eyes as if to say "stop, you're getting me in trouble!"
Later that evening, Hermione and Ron were in the middle of a game of wizards chess. Hermione loved chess, and she new she would win. She had yet to meet someone who was a worthy opponent. Ron was very good. but not as good as her.
"Checkmate, I win! Good game, want to play again?" Hermione said.
"No thanks, you've hurt my pride enough for one day."
Ginny and Harry were snuggling on the couch reading a book together. Hermione suddenly wished she had someone to do that with. "Well I'm going to bed. wake me up early Ron. I want to have a while to get ready for the trip to Hogwarts."
She went to her room and stripped down to her underwear. It was a simple lace bra and three-string thong. She lay down on her bed over the covers; she was to hot to get under them. Arbaon slithered up onto her and curled up on her stomach. She fell into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning Ron went into Hermione's room. "Hello Arbaon. I'm not going to lie. you kind of scare me." The snake tilted its head to one side. "Well, it's just that you're a snake. Ever sense second year I've developed a sort of phobia, with the basilisk an all. Hopefully I'll get over my fear and we can be friends."
"You're not going to kill me for not liking you are you!?" Ron said while taking a step back. Arbaon shook his head to say no.
Ron smiled, "Could you please wake Hermione up?" Arbaon slithered up Hermione's body and stuck his tongue in her ear. She woke up to see Ron leaning in the door way. "I think I'm going to like Arbaon." He said. He turned around and left the room.
Hermione got out of bed leaving Arbaon to snuggle up in the warm place she had left. She stroked him on the head and went to her bed side table. She picked up a marble and set it in front of Arbaon. "Food time," she said. With a flick of her wand she had transfigured it into a mouse.
She went to get dressed while Arbaon enjoyed his meal. She had three and a half hours to get ready. She went to the bathroom and ran some bath water. Between washing, shaving, and soaking, the bath took about an hour. She got out and used a drying spell on her hair.
Then she picked out her clothes for the day. She first picked out her undergarments. She settled on black lace bustier and thong with white stockings.
Next she picked up one of her school skirts. She hated the old frumpy thing. She decided to make a few changes; nothing a little wand work can't fix. First she fixed the fabric. It was made of some kind of fuzz collecting stuff that had always reminder her of barber carpet. She changed it to a light blend of cotton and spandex so that it would comfortably hug her hips. With a simple charm it appeared to look as if it were silk.
She changed the color of the skirt from dull grey to a dark grey with a silvery tint to it. She kept the pleats so that it would still look as though it were part of her uniform, though she did shorten it and make them hip huggers.
She made her white button up shirt a more baby doll style so that it would hug her in more of the right places. She did the same with her sweater vest, as well as turning it a deep Gryffindor crimson and making it more low cut.
She looked herself over in the mirror. "Uhg. I still look like everyone else. There has to be something more I can do; something more noticeable." She decided the tie had to go. She turned it into a silk scarf. She wore it almost in the same fashion as the tie, but it looked much more feminine as a scarf.
Then she did some work on her robe. When she was done, it fit her figure more tightly accentuating certain places. It was now fine silk. The Hogwarts crest and prefect badge now shone platinum instead of gold; to match her Head Girl ring. She had something for Arbaon too.
She asked him before she put it on him. "I have something for you. I know that it's not traditional to have a collar on a snake, but I got you one. Not because I want to restrain you, I just thought it would be cool because I have a matching choker. What do you think?"
She hoped he would like the idea. He raised about a third of his body into the air to exposed his neck. Hermione hooked the band around its neck. It was almost like an ID bracelet. It was a half inch platinum band with ARBAON engraved in it. The rest of the band was lined with alternating diamonds and rubies. GRYFFINDOR was engraved in finer print on the opposite side from his name.
Hermione's choker was the same except for it had her name instead of his. Hermione's earrings matched. They were a diamond stud with a platinum chain dangling for a few links with a ruby on the end. In her second hole she had a Diamond stud tinted to be Gryffindor gold with a platinum post. On her left ear she had another hole on the top of her ear. In this one she had a small platinum hoop with diamonds, rubies and flecks of gold.
She looked at her watch; it matched the rest of her jewelry. She had ten minutes until it was time to go. For those remaining minutes she put on a make-up charm, added a little extra shine to her hair with a simple spell she had learned over the summer, and gave herself a last appraising look in the mirror.
"Ah well, it could be worse," she whispered to herself. The truth was it could have been a lot worse. Though she would never say so out loud, there was a little voice in the back of her head that was screaming that she looked worthy of Merlin himself.
"Hermione, dear, its time to leave for the train!" Mrs. Weasley yelled. Hermione rushed around the room for a last minute check of her things. "The twins will be up to get your trunk" Mr. Weasley added.
Right then Fred and George came tumbling around the corner into the room and gasped. Fred stood in the door with his jaw ajar while George kneeled in front of Hermione. "I know this is sort of 'spur of the moment', but will you marry me?" George said.
Hermione laughed for a second before it dawned on her that that was the most serious look George had ever given her. Just then he must have realized what he had said. He covered by giving an unconvincing laugh and asked her where her trunk was.
"Oh, Its in my pocket, a simple shrinking spell that I discovered over the summer." She then proceeded to put Arbaon in Crookshanks old basket and headed downstairs.
Hermione thought for a fleeting moment that maybe she had gone to far with the way she looked. Ginny and Mrs. Weasley both examined their own worn out clothes, blushed, and stepped to the back of the group. Harry's mouth was open wide in mid-sentence, causing Ginny to elbow him from behind.
Ron had eyed her up and down, lingering on certain places longer than others, and had let a dumbfounded smile spread over his face. Mr. Weasley was trying to look anywhere but at her, on account of him being married and not wanting to have a row with his wife later on. George was at the top of the stairs; Fred was as red as a beat.
George, realizing what was going on, interrupted the silence by mentioning how clever Hermione was for learning to shrink her trunk. Grasping for anything to break the silence, she reached in her pocket and pulled out the minuscule trunk, holding it up to get every ones eyes off of her. Mr. Weasley must have caught on to what George was doing and stepped forward to look at it more closely.
"It's a simple spell, I'll teach it to you if you would like," she said, a little more energetic than she had wanted it to sound. Then she looked at Harry and Ron and added, "as long as you don't use it on each other or any other unsuspecting victim."
"Well George and I had better be off to the Joke Shop, I'm surprised we were even able to stay this late," Fred said enthusiastically. Any uncomfortable feelings that had clashed between the occupants of the room had long since evaporated into a more contented atmosphere. After wishing them all a good year at Hogwarts and telling Ron he had to go out with a bang to uphold the Weasley name, they both left for Diagon Ally.
It suddenly dawned on Hermione that this was the last time she would ever be returning to Hogwarts. It had always been a really exciting time when it came to going back to school. Hermione always thought it was kind of like getting ready to go on a really long vacation. She was definitely going to miss it, unless she returned as a teacher the way she hoped she would.
She made one last brain storm of her belongings making sure she wasn't forgetting anything, and turned to follow Ron out the door. It was time to go back to her real home. Hogwarts.
The train ride was tolerable. She was delighted to find out that Head Boy had gone to a Ravenclaw, instead of the disreputable, well-to-do, idiot Draco Malfoy. He had turned into a real bugger ever since Voldemort had been defeated in their sixth year. Even though the Malfoys are purebloods their family name had been soiled when Luscious was put into Azkaban for life. Crabbe and Goyle were the same as always.
Hermione was happy to note that Ron and Lavender were getting along really well. Lavender had joined them in their compartment and by the time they arrived in Hogsmead she was leaning comfortably on Ron with his arm around her shoulder.
Ginny had fallen asleep with her head in Harry's lap; he had been playing with her hair and whispering things to her for almost the whole trip. Hermoine found herself yet again wishing she had someone who would care about her the way Harry cared for her friend Ginny. It wasn't long before the train was pulling into the station.
Hagrid, as usual, was gathering all the first years together for the customary boat ride across the lake. She made her way to one of the horseless carriages. She had known that this year they would not appear horseless, but she still didn't want to see them. It had been a bloody war before Voldemort was defeated.
Many people had died and Hermione had seen some of the deaths right before her eyes. The thestrals were a reminder of what she had seen, and she did not want to be reminded of it. At the feast she sat with her friends as she always did, until it was time for the Head Girl and Boy to be introduced.
"Miss Hermione Granger from Gryffindor and Mr. Terry Boot from Ravenclaw!" Dumbledore elaborated. Hermione stood up with a huge smile on her face. She slowly made her way up to stand at the front of the Great Hall. She received loud applause from all the Houses; except for Slytherin, but that goes without saying.
She didn't really know the Ravenclaw boy, and she figured that he must be a reserved person because not too many other people besides Ravenclaw seemed to know who he was either. The only thing she new about him was that he had been a prefect. His applause weren't nearly as raucous as hers had been. Mostly because the guys weren't hollering at him the way they had for her.
Soon after this the prefects led the new students to their common rooms and everyone filtered out of the hall. Hermione and Terry stayed behind with Dumbledore, ready to be shown their rooms.
"Follow me please," was all he said. For a moment Hermione thought that Dumbledore had finally lost his senses. He was heading to the dungeons. "The first year the school ever had a Head Boy and Girl they both came from Slytherin, so the current Head Master saw fit to put them near where they had always been. Ever since then, whether or not they come from Slytherin, it is tradition to put the Head Boy and Girl in the original rooms," He said, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.
As they walked down the corridor they passed the Potions classroom. The door was slightly cracked, and inside she could see Professor Snape brewing some kind of potion. The glance only lasted seconds, but Hermione felt a strange warmth creep through her.
Dumbledore turned a corner and stopped. Hermione looked around for the door, painting or statue, but there was only the stone wall. Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped a discolored stone on the wall.
"The password is Serendipity," He said. A large square whole appeared on the floor, with a staircase lined with torches leading downward.
"This will be your common room," he explained. The staircase led into a fair sized room done in crimson and royal blue. There was a fireplace, chairs, tables, and a sofa. Not much different than the Gryffindor common room, except on a smaller scale.
In a far corner there was a sort of nook. It almost looked like there could have been a bay window there had they not been in the dungeons. When Hermione got closer she realized that it was lined in bookshelves full of books, some of which she new there were copies in the library.
"Mr. Boot, your room is through that door, and Hermione, yours is through here." She walked in and was surprised to see that it wasn't done up in Gryffindor gold and red. The walls, her bed, the carpet, it was all a silky green color.
She turned around to see Dumbledore smiling at her. "It changes with your mood, like a mood ring. Dark blue is happy, romantic, or passionate. Blue is calm or relaxed. Blue-green is somewhat relaxed. Green is normal or average. Amber is a little nervous or anxious. Gray is very nervous or anxious and black is stressed, tense, or feeling harried. It's quite simple really. Your bathroom is through that door. I will be leaving now as it is quite late and I'm sure you would like to get settled in." With that said he turned and left.
She layed down on her bed and watched as the room faded from green to green- blue, and then from green-blue to blue. For some reason an overwhelming sense of tired came over her and she drifted off to sleep on her new bed.