A/N: Finally another chapter. Sorry it took so long, but real life caught up to us. Schoolwork is a pain. Hope you enjoy. We would like to thank our wonderful beta Mavra. Emmy-kitty, Clair Bear Blondie, and Jade121 for reviewing our story. Hope you like.

Wicked Reinvention

By: Mave and Raven

Chapter 3

A scream sounded in the room and Severus Snape woke up.

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Sweating and shaking, Severus slowly sat up. She was haunting his dreams once again. He hadn't dreamt of her in years. He had thought he had put her in his past, but now she was popping up again. What did it mean? Why all of a sudden, after fifteen years of not thinking or dreaming about her does she suddenly appear? Why? It was a surprise that he would dream of her now, just as he was starting to forget her. The way she laughed and the sun would light up her red, gold hair. The way her green eyes would sparkle when she looked at him. She would now haunt him forever.

It was five in the morning, an ungodly hour to be up, but now that he was, sleep was not an option. Severus never was one to be able to fall back asleep once awake. He showered and got ready for the day. Which included more tedious lesson plans that needed to be finished before the students arrived. It had been a quiet summer so far, and Severus wasn't quite ready for the noise of the castle when felled with thousands of adolescent. Calling a house-elf to his rooms, Severus order breakfast, and ate in silence in his room. Although, Albus would rather Severus come and ingle with the rest of the staff, he wasn't in the mood to hang around his colleagues at present moment. There was a restless smell in the air, as if something where going to happen. Severus hadn't been summoned by the Dark Lord much this summer and Severus wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He had spent two years proving his un-dying loyalty to the Dark Lord, had gotten back into his inner circle, and was right up there with Lucius Malfoy; to have something go wrong now. Severus wasn't sure if he would live if he was to prove his loyalty to the Dark Lord once more. The torture that Severus had endured these past two years was something no one could imagine. No even Dumbledore know all of it, Severus kept it locked inside like he did with all things. All the horrible things the Dark Lord had made him to do to prove his loyalty,; Severus was disgusted with himself. But at the end of Potters sixth year, the Dark Lord gave Severus what he wanted more then anything else at tat time, his trust. The Dark Lord trusted him once again. Severus was able to breath more freely now.

The information that Severus was picking up now was astounding, and the information he was giving was pleasingly sufficient to keep him in the Dark Lords good graces, for now. Albus knew that he had to up the stakes and give Severus more leeway when it came to giving out information that the Order was accomplishing. He saw changes in Severs. Severus was looking better there days, More groomed, less dark, like he had finally after years of horrendous work he had gotten a few good meals in him and a few good nights of sleep. The changes in Severus mood and appearance was impressive. He got on better with those around him, and despite him being in a beastly mood this morning, he was an all around more level tempered man, but his mood was not mistaking, he was still a bastard to those around him when need be. Once the students arrived, he would go back into teaching mode. He was not a man to give out sympathies or pity. He might be more approachable now, but he would have to keep up appearance. Many of his Slytherins' had parents who were devoted to the Dark Lord. He would still be biased to his Slytherins' and cruel to all the other houses, especially Gryffindor. He didn't think he could not do that even if he tried. It was just the way he was now. And it didn't bother him in the least. He was proud of being called an evil bastard, it kept people at distance. Severus turned around to a popping sound. The Headmasters head poked out of the fire.

"Severus, we missed you at breakfast," Dumbledore started. "We have a staff meeting today, don't forget."

"I haven't," Severus said.

"Well, good." The Headmaster looked at this young man that came to him so long ago for help. Albus knew Severus probably better then Severus did himself. "Is something the matter, Severus?"

"I'm not sure. I have a feeling something is going to happen. But it may be just because the students are coming back, and I'm not quite ready for my free time to be taken away yet."

"Perhaps," said Dumbledore. "We shall see. I myself woke up this morning with a sense of uneasiness. Well I'll leave you to prepare for your classes, and Severus don't' work so hard. You only have a little while to enjoy your free time as you said." Dumbledore disappeared in a flash. Severus wasn't sure why he didn't tell Albus about dreaming of her gain. Maybe it was a one time thing, he thought.

He went about his day perusal. The staff meeting was most un-enjoyable; Severus had found himself thinking of her again, and not paying attention to what was going on. It was a sweltering hot day, and Severus opted not to ear his usual back robes, but a pair of sleek back pants, and a dark green tee-shirt while he worked in his lab. He was stocking up potion for Madam Pomfrey for the school year, something that while being mildly enjoyable was still work. He rather be working on a potion for the gratification of being over a bubbling cauldron were he wasn't out of obligation but merely for his own pleasure. Potion making to Severus was an art, and a form of life. Severus hating teaching potion merely because 90% of his student didn't see it as an art, it was just a class they had to take. It made teaching a job, not a liking. Which is why Severus would much rather teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. Teaching students who could care less about potions took the enjoyment out of Potion making. He had only seen two students in all his years teaching at Hogwarts that saw potion making as an art, as he did, and that was Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granter. Most did not know this but Draco worked hard for his grades and spent much of his free time in the Potions lab making new potions or trying harder ones. While he did not have the instinct of Potion making as Miss Granger did. Miss Granger knew when you need to add ingredients and that you don't always have to follow the directions. Even if a potion said three sliced lizard's spleens, it didn't necessarily mean you have to put that many in. She knew how to rely on her instincts when it came to putting together a potion. And while he would never tell her this, he hoped she would consider becoming a Potion Mistress for the Ministry. She could do it.

After all his lesson were written out, Severus worked in the Dungeons for hours on end. The only final thing he would have to do before classes start was to go to the apothecary to stock up on ingredients. Which meant a trip to Diagon Alley, that he put off for the time being. He did have a week before the castle would be filled with insolent children.

It was a clear, crisp summer night. Ht air was warm, yet had a chilling quality to it. The starts were shinning bright over head. Severus looked up at the Great Hall ceiling. It was one of his favorite features of Hogwarts, but he would never admit it. He had come down from his work to eat dinner with the rest of the staff. He wasn't playing attention to the commotion of his colleagues conversation, his mind was else where that evening. It was on the potion that he was brewing down in his dark, dank dungeons. He saw in the middle of an experiment, but the potion would take two days to brew at the stage It was now. A sharp pain shot through Severus's left arm. He doubled over from the pain; Dumbledore noticed and help Severus from the table.

"Give me a minute old man." Severus snapped as the pin subsided.

"Are you alright?" The old man, as he was called by Severus a moment before, eyes held concern for the young man at his side.

"I'm fine now. I must go to him and quickly." Was all Severus said. He was stalking down the corridor to his quarters. Then quickly slipped into his black velvet robe and black mask. He marched out of Hogwarts towards Hogsmeade, and Apperated to where his master was located.

He landed in a darken forest, he could not see any stars. He walked cautiously through the forest into a clearing where his Master stood with two other Wizards.

Severus bowed to the Dark Lord, "Master, you called."

"Yes," said a sweetly, deep husky voice, "I did, Lucius! Wormtail come."

The two Wizards walked toward the Dark Lord, "Master."

"I have called you three here, my most trusted Death Eaters. I have a task for you. I am not sure if you informed Severus but two of my newest Death Eaters were killed last week by an Auror by the name of Roger Patil. My task for you is to kill him and his wife. Leave his children, and you are not to be seen Severus, as t hey know you. If you are seen a strong memory charms should work."

"My Lord, if I may ask a question?" asked Severus.

"You may," said Voldermort.

"Why not kill the girls?"

"It is simple, I wish for them to suffer from the death of their parents. OH and Lucius make it was painful as possible. Make sure it isn't a quick death. You may leave now to complete your task."

They bowed to their Master and Apperated away. The street they arrived at was dark and showed no signs of life, which isn't surprising considering it was very late at night, and they didn't' expect anyone to be up at this hour. Lucius muttered 'Alohomora' and silently opened the door. Severus and Wormtail followed Lucius inside the house. Severus whispered 'Lumos' and made his way up the stairs. They passed a door marked Parvati and Padma's Room, Lucius looked interested, but Severus barked, "Master said to leave the girls alone."

"That doesn't mean we couldn't still have fun with them, then perform a Memory Charm," said Lucius with a sadistic smirk on his face.

"Lucius leave them," advised Severus.

"Your no fun," Lucius pouted.

"Find yourself a nice Muggle girl to rape and torture later," Severus suggested, at the suggestion if made him sick to make it, but Severus knew Lucius Malfoy probably better then anyone in the world. Lucius sadistic smirk grew.

"I just might do that, and then we can call a Dark Ravel at my house after we kill these two," said Lucius. 'What fun', Severus thought sarcastically. At the end of the hallway they found the master bedroom, they quietly opened the door, put it and put a Silencing Charm on the room as so the girls would hear the screams of their parents' death. Severus's suggestion, Lucius frowned, but did it anyways.

Lucius cast the Cruciatus Cruse on the wife first, her screams filled the room, waking up Roger. Wormtail quickly stunned Mr. Patil so as he couldn't try and help his wife, who was withering in pain on the floor now. Lucius laughed and sent the Avada Kedavra at Mrs. Patil, and Mr. Patil howled in agony of watching his wife did at the hands of Death Eaters.

"And now to have fun with you," said Lucius, "this is for killing our fellow Death Eaters. Maybe this will teach you. Crucio!" The man fell to the floor but no sounds came out of his mouth, Mr. Malfoy was most displeased at this. "Wormtail help me."

"Crucio," said Wormtail. Mr. Patil screamed out in pain and dropped to his knees. The only thoughts going through his head where that of his twin girls sleeping in the room down the hall. He hoped they would be alright. That they would be safe.

Lucius played with Mr. Patil for a while longer before uttering the words Mr. Patil longed to hear, "Avada Kedavra." A flash of emerald green light and Mr. Patil was dead.

Severus was disgusted at himself, that he sat back and watched as they tortured and killed two innocent people. Yet, he could do nothing to stop them, unless he wanted to die himself. He couldn't save the Patil's but he would be able to save the next victims. He followed Lucius and Wormtail in almost a trance out of the Patil's house and Apperated to Malfoy Manor, where Lucius Malfoy lived. Lucius was holding on of his many Dark Ravels and Severus was invited. Severus never took part in them unless he had to, which thankfully wasn't often.

"Those were great kills," said Lucius, his voice smug. Narcissa Malfoy was dressed in fine red velvet Dress Robes. Lucius came up to her and kissed her hard. "Oh, my beautiful wife. Show Wormtail and Severus here to the room the Dark Ravel will be held in tonight, dear. And where is Draco?"

"With your sister, remember dear," Narcissa replied.

"Oh yes, damn, I wanted him to be here to join in if he wanted," said Lucius.

"I still think he is too young dear," said Narcissa.

"The boy is seventeen, he can take it. He will be joining our ranks as soon as he is out of school." Lucius laughed and walked up the stairs. Severus and Wormtail followed Mrs. Malfoy down into one of the nicer Dungeons. It thankfully wasn't covered in blood, like most of the Dungeons in Malfoy Manor. Severus noticed a young teenage girl chained to the wall, she looked Muggle from what Severus could tell. What Malfoy and the others had in store for her, made Severus want to be sick right there. They would rape her time and time again, torture her, and finally let the poor girl die. Severus had witness so many of these, and in his true days as a Death Eater even participated in some of them. At the moment Nott had a knife out and was making tiny cuts along the girl's arms and legs. She didn't scream but she whimpered in fear and pain. She looked Severus straight in the eyes and he had to look away. He eyes held so much fear and pain, it made Severus sick. Her body hung limp as if she had already given up to the fate that was presenting itself to her. Severus whished more than anything he could help her. Lucius arrived sometime later, after Nott had raped the girl several times. He had changed into plain robes, that proposed he would be taken part in tonight's activities.

Lucius I must excuse myself. If I am gone much longer I fear my absents will not go unnoticed. Dumbledore h as been suspicious of late, and I will not upset my position there. Master needs the information that I can give him," Severus explained.

"You'll miss out on all the fun my friend," said Lucius, looking over to the girl that was being raped once again by Nott, knife still in his hand.

"Perhaps next time," Severus said with a forced smile.

"You may go, but we'll miss you," said Lucius. Severus excused himself and Apperated back to Hogsmeade, and walked quickly back to the castle.

Once inside the castle, he made his way down to his room, to his bathroom, where he was violently ill. The toll of what he had witness finally catching up with him. Once he was finished he stalked into his personal Potions lab, drank down some Dreamless Sleep Potion, and fell into bed. Trying to forget everything he saw.

He woke the next morning with a headache and the images plastered in his head. He did not go to see Dumbledore because he didn't get nay information. All he had done last night was watched two people tortured by the Cruciatus Cruse and then killed, not to mention that poor Muggle girl. Severus locked himself in his rooms and finished all of his lesson for the year, and the rest of his potions.

Dumbledore left Severus to his thoughts, if Severus needed to talk to him, Severus would come when he needed. The word of the Patil's deaths came to Dumbledore early this morning. The two girls were being sent to their mother's sister house until school started again. Dumbledore was seeing that they had everything they would need to start the term. Dumbledore knew that was where Severus was last night. Albus would give Severus the space he needed.

Severus didn't eat the whole day. He couldn't get the images out of his head. He wished he had been able to help them instead of helping in their murders. Severus remembered Roger Patil in school, Ravenclaw Perfect in his day, and his wife Cecil Owens, Gryffindor. It wasn't a surprise to Severus when the twins went into those houses. Their deaths probably wouldn't have affected Severus as badly if he hadn't know them.

He spent his last week before the students came back, locked in his room. He went to Diagon Alley to stock up on Potion supplies only. Otherwise he ate in his rooms, and did not leave them. Dumbledore came by a fe times to keep him company but he did not want it. He told Dumbledore he would be fine, he just needed time. Now it was the day before school started, and Severus wasn't ready to be bothered by the students annoying presences; but he didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

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Ginny and Hermione were bustling around the house, grabbing items they had forgotten to pack earlier, while Mrs. Weasley shouted at them that they were going to miss the train. Despite the fact most of the Weasley's had graduated, and that Harry and Ron weren't there, the tradition of running late, remained intact.

Hermione ran up the stairs for what she swore was the eight time. He had forgotten her knitting and still had that whole stack of books of Lily's to pack. She grabbed her needles and yarn, and threw them in the bag. Then she grabbed all the books she could see and threw them in as well. She spotted one of the books that had belonged to Harry's mothers; it was also a volume which she was currently absorbing. Thus, she was careful to put it in the top of the bag. Soon, it was time to go.

Nearly and hour later, Hermione was seated comfortably in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express. Her legs completely stretched out in front of her on the seat next to her. Sitting across from her was Ginny, looking sleepily out the window, lost in thought. This was short lasted when a fellow sixth year and friend of Ginny's poked their head in.

"Hey Gin, a bunch of us are getting together for a few rounds of Exploding Snap, care to join?"

"Sounds good." Replied Ginny, who sounded more awake at the idea.

"Do you want to join, Hermione?" Asked Ginny.

Hermione shook her head in decline, "No, thanks. I really want to get back to this book."
Ginny smirked, nodded, and left to join her friends.

Hermione reached down for her oversized bag. She leaned over to open it up, and was reaching the book on top, when she clumsily knocked the bag over. The contents went all over the floor. Hermione swore to herself and then bent down on the floor and began picking up the items. It was mainly books on the floor, most of which she had borrowed from the stash of Harry's moms' stuff. She began picking up the books and putting them back into her bag, when she came to a book that she had not seen earlier. Hermione picked up the book, It was bound in old brown leather that was a bit worn. There was no title on the book or on the spine. Hermione knew that this much have come from the books that were once Lily Evens'. Yet, she wasn't sure if she should open the book, some books were dangerous. She contemplated this for a moment, but she couldn't contain her curiosity she had to know what was in this book.

She opened it up, and braced herself for anything. When nothing happened, she sighed a bit in relief and flipped through the book. Within a few pages, she at once she realized that it was a diary. NO just any diary, but they diary of Lily Evans. Hermione looked at the date of the first entry and saw the year was 1971, which meant Lily had started this diary when she was eleven. Hermione was in complete shock, but just turning the page to start reading was too long of a wait for Hermione. Thus she started to read Lily Evans most personal thoughts and comings and goings of her life.

'September 10, 1971

I Still can't believe it, it has been three weeks and I still cannot believe it. I'm at Hogwarts, a school for magic! Magic! When the train arrived, all of the first years were put into little boats and rowed across the lake to Hogwarts. The case is so big! I couldn't believe how big it was when I got here and I still can't. When we went into the castle we went through "The Sorting." I was so nervous and scared about which house I was going to be put in. it didn't help that, this boy wouldn't stop pestering me. James Potter! I have been here for only two hours and already I have made an enemy. I got through the Sorting all right thought, I was put into Gryffindor. I miss Mum and Dad every much and I miss Petunia a little bit too, I suppose. Well, all the other first years in my dormitory are insisting I turn out my light so they can get some sleep, so I shall leave this entry here. Good night.'

Hermione was complete hooked to the diary now. She spent the rest of the train ride reading through Lily's first three years at Hogwarts. The only reason she tore herself from the book eventually was, because the train had arrived at Hogwarts, and the students were unloading. Hermione placed the book in her bag and joined Ginny in a carriage.

She was very excited to be back at Hogwarts, but she was incredibly anxious to get hot her dormitory and continue reading the diary. That was when the thought had struck her. Should she tell Harry about the diary? It seemed like an easy question to answer, and the obvious answer would have been year, of course! Harry never knew either of his parents, and here were his mother's most inner thoughts and opinions, he would be able to know what his mother was like. Yet, the thought of tell Harry, rather than making Hermione happy at the thought of Harry knowing, it made her disappointed and reluctant. She was suddenly confused as to why she was having these feelings. Why, did she not want to tell Harry? In the end she decided she would tell Harry, but not right now, he had enough on his mind as it was, anyhow.

Hermione stepped into the Great Hall, automatically searching out her two best friends. She immediately found them already seated at the end of Gryffindor table. Both of them looked up and saw her, grins wide on the both of their faces. Hermione could tell they were happy to be back.

The Sorting ceremony began as usual, with everyone watching the squeamish first year awaiting their names to be called out to decide which house they would be sorted into. Hermione had always paid attention to the Sorting ceremonies, just as she paid attention to practically everything else. Yet after reading about Lily's Sorting she could help but let hr mind imagine Lily Evans nervous at the prospect of being sorted, with James Potter behind her being as absolute bother. She grinned at the thought, Harry had told her and Ron about what he had seen in Snapes worst memory during their fifth year. He said that his mother seemed too nearly loathe his father, yet they ended up together in the end. It must have been an interesting relationship between the two, through out their years at Hogwarts. Hermione just had to idea, that I had begun all he way back to their first day at Hogwarts.

Hermione's reminiscing came to an abrupt halt when she felt Ron nudging her slightly.

"What?" she asked slightly irritated.

Ron pointed up towards the Head Table. Ron was pointed towards the witch on Dumbledore's left. She had brown h air that was beginning to gray. Her hair was pulled up in a messy sort of way. A pointed hat covered her hair that had been pulled up, but there were many pieces of hair hanging around her face in the front. It was difficult to teal her eye color from where they were sitting and the large thick glasses that veered half of her face didn't' help either.

Ron and Hermione whispered in unison, "New Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor."

Harry, however, sat there staring at the women, he couldn't put his finger on it, but she seemed familiar to him.

Soon, the Sorting ceremony was over and Dumbledore stood and began his usual beginning of the year speech.

"Now, I shall keep this short since you all look quite hungry and tired from the journey. I have a few notices to give out. Mr. Filch, the caretaker has asked me to remind you that no magic is permitted in the corridors between classes. As ever, the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds to all students, as well as Hogsmeade Village to all below third year. Now, that we have that out of the way, I would like you to all join me on congratulating this years Head Boy and Head Girl, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger."

The hall broke into loud applause and Hermione stood up, a bit bashful. Then her gaze caught Malfoy's, whom was also standing up and she had that feeling of dream at the reminder she would have to work with him for a year.

Once the applause began to die down, Hermione sat back in her seat. Dumbledore, however seemed to have on more announcement.

"Now, before we eat, it gives me great pleasure to introduce to you, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, Enith Cobbleton."

The women who had been sitting at Dumbledore's left stood up and nodded. When she lifter her head, however, her eyes were completely transfixed on Harry.

Harry, saw this and their eyes met. Harry had that feeling of familiarity once more. Finally, Dumbledore's announcement of dinner broke their awkward stare.

After dinner was over, the Prefects began showing their houses to their dormitories.

"Ms. Granger, please come with me," said Professor McGonagall in a welcoming voice.

Hermione followed Professor McGonagall up to the Gryffindor Tower, Hermione saw the portrait of the Fat Lady and assumed they were going to the dormitory when Professor McGonagall stopped in from of a portrait next to it. The portrait was of two wizards, on elderly and one younger sitting in a tavern. Both were conversing enthusiastically, and the older one seemed to be a bit tipsy from what Hermione could observe. Professor McGonagall then coughed to get their attention and they abruptly cease their loud chatter.

"Password?" Asked the younger wizard.

"Pixie Dust," answered Professor McGonagall. The portrait swung open.

"Well, once again congratulations on being Head Girl Ms. Granger, these will be your quarters this year. Feel free to change the password whenever you wish. The password to the Gryffindor Common Room is, 'Wits and Bits'," said Professor McGonagall, who had a tone of slight irritation at the Gryffindor password.

Hermione smirked, it was the name of one of Fred and George's new products. It was a lollipop that while one sucked on it, would give that person the utmost intelligence. The artificial wits only lasted as long as the lollipop, however and that was usually for about fifteen to twenty minutes.

Hermione thanked her Professor and stepped into her living quarters.

The room was quite spacious, much to Hermione's liking. There was a large king size bed with all the hangings. The room's décor was that of a deep red (she was a Gryffindor after all). Off to one side of the room there was a small desk. Then, Hermione noticed a large book case in which the desk was facing. Hermione smiled and muttered a simple spell; her trunk which was at the foot of the bed, flew open and all her books few into the book case, ordering themselves alphabetically. With a satisfied smirk on her face, Hermione turned to observe the rest of the room. There was a good-sized bathroom, complete with both a bathtub and shower. There were two large squishy arm chairs in front of a large fireplace, with a roaring fire. Hermione looked up and saw that above the mantle there was a portrait of what looked to be an old scholar at a desk writing something with a quill.

Something then caught her eye. There was a lever to the right of the fireplace. Thinking that there was a passageway, Hermione rushed over and pulled on it. There was an audible sound of the lever being pulled back, but nothing happened. Confused, Hermione pulled the lever once more, still nothing happened. She pulled it again several times until she heard a voice say.

"It doesn't work, my dear. It hasn't in years."

Hermione looked up and saw that it was the portrait talking to her.

"What did it used to do?" Hermione asked in earnest.

"It used to be what activated the passage that would allow one access to the Head Common Room." Answered the portrait quite a matter of factly.

"Then why doesn't it work anymore?"

"Well, there is another lever on the other side. It simply needed to be pulled and whoever was on the other side would have easy access, to this room. Naturally the only other person on the other side, besides the Head Girl, would be the Head Boy. So, you see how it was inappropriate for the Head Boy to have such easy access to the Head Girl's room. Also, from what I'm told a few Head Boys have used this as an advantage in the past o play tricks on the Head Girl or for more…inappropriate and not so honorable intentions. That is why I have been placed here."

"So, I can still get to the Head Common Room…oh, wait. I have to share the Common Room with Malfoy?!"

"If that is the Head Boy, then yes. To get to the Common Room, you imply need to give me a password of your choice, and simply say it, if you wish to enter the Common Room. Just as you did back at the Gryffindor dormitory," explained the portrait.

Hermione nodded her head in understanding, then thought for a moment on the password. A second later she said, "Phoenix Feathers."

The fireplace the swung around into a whole other room.

Hermione, walked into a large room that she automatically fell in love with. The room was circular and there was barely and wall, most of it was all windows. It was night but much to Hermione's disappointment it was overcast, so she couldn't see many stars. There was an absolutely large fireplace, with a fire lit inside. Hermione had wondered where Crookshanks had been earlier, but now found him curled up on a large brown leather arm chair, which there were two of. In front of the arm chairs was a solid oak coffee table. The carpet was a deep midnight blue. There were candles everywhere. The room was perfect in Hermione's opinion. That is until she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"I suppose I can see how a Mudblood such as yourself would be pleased with this place. I mean it's probably heaven compared to whatever box you live in."

Hermione whipped her head around and glared at Malfoy, and then she smiled at him. "And I suppose it's no surprise that isn't not to your likely, Malfoy. I mean, I'm sure it would seem much more like home if the temperature had dropped and there were chains and shackles on the walls."

"Are you hinting towards something Granger?" Malfoy asked with an evil grin.

Hermione disgusted said, "In your dreams, Malfoy."

The she walked back across the Common Room and whispered the password, so Malfoy wouldn't hear. The wall spun back around, and took Hermione with it.

Draco watched the wall shut closed and he thought to himself, this is going to be an interesting year.