Disclaimer: Do I really have to repeat this thing every time I have a new chapter? Look, you all know the deal; not mine, not making money, blah, blah, blah. Also, I think I stole a part of her bedroom from someone, if they read this, I could really appreciate it if they would tell me so I could credit them.
The first person to tell me the name of the song in the first couple lines (or the one in my disclaimer on the first chapter) wins Kit-Kats straight from the Kit-Kat.
Chapter 2: Are you all mad?
Gryffindor. The room was in Gryffindor colors.
Sure, she had been a Gryffindor in school, but red and gold were not her favorite colors. If truth be told, she had to agree with that muggle singer; that "deep greens and blues are the colors I choose." And so she had to set about changing the room before she found herself vomiting. Red and gold had been gaudy when she was in school and it was gaudy still. As she was changing the couches from that garish gold to a more classy, deep hunter green, she heard a slight chuckle from her door.
Severus Snape was still standing in her doorway, with a bemused look on his face. Apparently, he found it odd that her house colors were not her immediate choice for decoration, although why that was odd, she could not figure out. He couldn't honestly think she would like gaudy decorations that were more reminiscent of an outdated ball gown than a library or other quiet place to study and be at peace.
"I see red and gold are not your…favorite colors. Would you mind explaining to me why they are so hideous to you?"
"Of course I would not. I find them to be the most atrocious colors in the world. They speak of an attempt to proclaim to the world the garishness of the person wearing them, and I much prefer colors that suggest a quiet wood. I find myself decorating in colors that one would find in a forest or the sea, not colors that appear together only in balls. I am somewhat insulted that you would think I was so tasteless." He seemed taken aback for a second before responding.
"Please accept my sincerest apologies. I was not aware there were Gryffindors who were not partial to their house colors."
"Believe me, I am a fluke. When Ron decorated his apartment, it was all red and gold. I much prefer the colors of your own house, if truth be told. Now if you will please excuse my abruptness, I really do need to finish saving this room, and then I must go off to bed. Thank you for this conversation and good night."
He left after a quick good night and she was able to return to the disaster they called decorating at Hogwarts. Did they honestly think that she would like this room and its colors? Were they all mad after all? After having explored the rest of her rooms, she discovered that only the bathroom was normal; with its jade marble everything. The gold fixtures were very quickly changed to silver, but that was the only easy task.
The rest of the rooms, however, would take her at least all night. And while the students would not be arriving for another two weeks, Hermione was not one to stay up late nights. She still had classes to plan and resources to collect for those classes, and if she wanted to get that done before the students invaded this Hell of hers, she needed to get her rest. But she did not think she could rest while the colors in her room screamed flashy.
And so she started. The walls were transformed from unsightly claret to an alluring sapphire. The rugs and cushions were silver, while the desk and all woodwork were a deep mahogany. No longer was her bed decked out in Gryffindor colors, but in silver satin with cobalt stitching and accents. The walls of her room were painted black and the ceiling was magiced to look like the evening sky so that she might watch the stars. She made sure that there were fireplaces in all of her rooms and a grandfather clock in her living room and was satisfied with the end result.
Realizing that it was past midnight, Hermione plopped down on her new and greatly improved bed and settled in for a long night of restless sleep.