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Disclaimer: The plot and the characters that you don't recognize belong to me. The rest belongs to the talented Ms J.K Rowling.
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Dumbledore led the prefects and the Heads to a portrait of Aphrodite and Venus, the goddesses of Love and Beauty, sitting on a fluffy white cloud.
"Here you go," Dumbledore pointed to the portrait. "This is your quarters,"
He approached the portrait. Aphrodite stood up.
"Password?" Her voice was like music.
"Musical Fairies"
Aphrodite nodded and the portrait opened. When the prefects and Heads entered the common room, they couldn't help but gape.
The room was huge and beautiful. A floor-to-ceiling and stuck-to-the-wall shelve full of books of all sizes and colours was on the left wall. It was so wide that it filled every inch of that wall.
On the right wall, there were two grand mahogany staircases and on the wall parallel to the entrance had another two staircases. But these staircases were more shiny and sophisticated than the other two staircases. These two staircases were separated by the four portraits of the four founders of Hogwarts, which of course, leads to their house common rooms.
A beautifully crafted fireplace, which was about 8 feet wide, was on the wall to the right of the entrance. Golden blue flames roared from the fireplace, and cute little ornaments were carefully arranged on the wooden mantelpiece. Six loveseats were arranged in front of the fireplace and in the middle was a coffee table.
Behind the loveseats were six wooden worktables each with two wooden chairs. They were arranged in a manner so all of the tables were facing the mini library.
And the best of all, the four walls were painted gold and silver, and the ceiling was similar to the Great Hall's, enchanted to look like the sky outside. The sky showed a moonless yet a star-filled dark night sky accompanied by occasional sights of owls and other flying creatures.
Judging by the look on their faces, Dumbledore knew. The twelve of them had fallen in love instantly with the common room.
Dumbledore coughed awkwardly.
"Erm, I didn't mean to interrupt but I need to tell you where you would be sleeping. That two staircases leads to the female and male prefects' dorms," Dumbledore said, pointing to the staircases on the right wall. "And the other two staircases leads to the Head Boy and Girl's rooms, who have a room to themselves," (looks of envy on the prefects' faces….)
Dumbledore move on to the mini library. "These most of the books are from the restricted section of the library and are free for all to read. But please, handle them with care because some of them are more than a hundred years old,"
"But Professor, where are the toilets?" Carli Hewitt asked worriedly. She sure ain't gonna live in place without any toilet. Imagine the horror!
"Oh right! The toilets! Good Merlin, my brain has been getting forgetful after all these years…" Dumbledore said, chuckling. "Alright, the toilets for the female and male prefects will be connected to the two dorms. As for you two," He looked at the Heads. "You shall share a toilet. Your toilet will adjoin your rooms,"
There were plenty of "oohs" and "ahs" coming from the others. Dumbledore just smiled and his eyes twinkled, yet again.
Are my eyes cheating me or is that Dumbledore's eyes twinkling??? It almost seems like he's has planned it!!!, thought Hermione.
Oh! That's a good guess Hermione! Yes, I did plan it, replied Dumbledore. But of course, Hermione could not hear.
"And a gentle reminder, please do not allow any other students to enter this common room or any of your rooms. And likewise to all of you. Only enter the common room of the house that you are in," He paused and looked at his Heads and Prefects. "All good? I shall leave you now to look at your rooms and settle down. I will return at 9 later for the further details of the Halloween Masquerade Ball," With that, he left the room.
All of them went to venture their rooms. Hermione climbed up the staircase to her room and reached a red door. She opened the door and her eyes filled up with tears.
The walls of her room were filled every inch with photos and (what muggles would call moving photos) videos of her and her parents. The combination was beautiful. She went around the room to look at the pictures and videos. She touched them gently.
She reached a video of one year old her blowing a candle on her 1st birthday cake, beside the door. Her parents were standing behind her, helping her to cut the pink icing cake. George Granger carried little Hermione in his arms while Francesca Granger distributed slices of the cake to the guests. Then she gave a slice to George. He took a bit of it and fed it to Hermione. Then, naughty little Hermione grabbed the remainder of the slice and splatted it onto poor George's face! She giggled and he just smiled. Then, it went black and started all over again.
Hermione giggled. She could still feel her father's strong arms around her. It made her feel safe. Safe in the arms of a father. She sniffed and wiped her tears with the back of her palm. Hermione! Do not dwell on the past!, she told herself.
Hermione looked around her room. On the right wall, her king-sized canopy bed stood there magnificently. The sheets were gold and were made out of silk and the comforter was red and felt very warm. The hangings were a mixture of white, red and gold, and the end result was perfect. She couldn't wait to snuggle into bed that night.
To the right of her bed was a bedside table. A lamp, with a lampshade that has a Gryffindor crest printed on it, and a photo frame with a picture of her and her parents celebrating Christmas the year before, was on the table.
On the other side of her bed was a five feet wide window and had a window seat. Gold and red silk cushions were arranged on the window seat. The window had a breathtaking view of the lake. The view was fantastic.
On the left wall was a huge red and gold two-door closet. Wow! The half the Gryffindor tower would probably fit in there!, Hermione thought. She opened the closet and found out that her nicely hanged clothes had barely took up half the closet.
All her schoolbooks were arranged in a small bookcase beside her desk next to her red and gold closet. On her desk were all the stationery she would ever need that year. Parchments, quills and inkbottles were neatly stacked in a corner on her desk.
In the middle of the room, there laid a majestic carpet with the Hogwarts crest and the background colours were of course, white, red and gold. Opposite the door was another red door, but this one led to the toilet.
Hermione surveyed her room again. It was beautiful and perfect for a king. And if someone who's not exactly the biggest fan of white, red and gold were to live here; then by the end of the year this someone would love these colours, that's for sure.
She opened her closet and took out a pair of black shorts and a pink sleeveless shirt. She changed into them and tied her wavy hair into a messy bun. She decided to look at the toilet.
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Draco climbed up the staircase to his room after checking out the books in their mini library. He reached a greenish silver door and opened it. He looked around the room and the walls full of his and his mother's pictures(you know, typical magic photos, the moving ones). But there was none of Lucius's pictures.
"Dumbledore knew. He just knew,"
Draco scanned the pictures with his teary gray eyes. He got to a picture taken by his butler, Dimitri, of him and his mother sitting beside their Christmas tree, busily opening their presents. Lucius never spent his Christmas with them, even when it was Draco's first Christmas. He spent it with his mother, Aunt Margaret and her family, Dimitri and the house elves.
A burst of longing exploded in Draco's chest, and for a moment he thought he might actually burst into tears. The idea of feeling this lonely and miserable for the rest of his life was almost unbearable. He blinked back the tears and swallowed the lump in his throat.
He slid down the wall onto the floor. He brought his knees to his broad chest and wrapped his pale arms around it. How he wished he could turn back the time and relive the moments he spent with his mother.
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Awww…Poor Drakey…I wish I were there to make you feel better…lol. Ok, please review y'all!