Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings: Scenes of a sexual nature

Spoilers:SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OoTP

Summary: Before starting his 7th year of Hogwarts, Draco is given the challenge of ridding Voldemort of Harry Potter in order to join the Death Eaters. What unexpected surprises does his plan hold? DMHG

In the Eyes of the Enemy- Chapter Six New Quarters

"Follow me Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger," Dumbledore led the two into the Prefects meeting room. "Now the door will be set to your touch no others can open it beside the two of you, myself, or Professor McGonagall so take hold of it with your hand one at a time." Hermione stepped up first, placing her hand on the knob. Dumbledore pulled out a glowing purple key from his pocket and placed it in the keyhole, which could be seen only with the strange glow being given off from the key. Hermione felt a strange ripple pass through her fingers as Dumbledore turned the key until a click was heard. The same process was done for Draco, then Dumbledore in a light joyful voiced asked "Would you like to see what's inside?"

Hermione and Draco turned to look at each other and in unison replied, "yes, Sir!"

There was a short hallway that opened into a vast common room in the center was a bulky black couch which faced the back wall, where a large stone fireplace was lit and flooding the room with light. The walls were each covered from floor to ceiling with rows upon rows of books. There were ladders that extended the length of the walls, so that even books on the very top shelf could be reached. In front of the couch was an enormous wooden coffee table that held only a bowl overflowing with fruit, which Dumbledore insisted, would constantly refill itself regardless of how much was taken from it. Facing towards the couch on either side of the fireplace were two black leather chairs one labeled Head Boy and with the other labeled Head Girl. To the right from the entrance was a large portrait of Draco sitting on a couch in the Slytherin common room his arms back resting on the top of the couch, glaring out at everyone with a smirk across his face. To the left was an equally large portrait of Hermione curled up on a couch in the Gryffindor common room feverishly reading a book to busy to notice the group gathering in the Heads common room.

Hermione squealed with delight as she rushed towards the walls looking up and down the rows of books. Dumbledore laughed and said, "Miss Granger, you have all year to read each and every book here, should you choose to do so. You will find this room holds a copy of every book the school library holds minus the restricted section" which with a knowing twinkle in his eyes Dumbledore continued, "which will still require a professors permission to gain access to." Dumbledore the placed a hand on each of the students shoulders and pointed them in the direction of their portraits. "You will each need to choose a password for your individual rooms, inside you will find your trunks have been brought by the house elves, and that you each have a door which leads to your private bathrooms. If there is nothing else I can do for you I will leave you to get acquainted with you new surroundings."

Hermione rushed over to Dumblefore and gave he old man a tearful hug, "thank you so much for all of this."

Dumbledore shook his head and grinned, "No dear you earned this." With that he turned and headed back out of the room.

Hermione though desperately wanting to explore the contents of the books lining the shelves ran toward her portrait on the left side of the room and tried desperately to get the attention of her likeness who continued reading until she looked up from her book and retorted, "sorry but I needed to finish the chapter." Then after a few moments passed asked, "now what can I do for you?"

Hermione not thinking the portrait's behavior odd, for that is what she herself would do if engrossed in important reading material, stated, "I would like to have a look at my room."

The portrait replied, "Have you decided on a password?" Hermione taking a moment to look around the room and seeing Draco on the other side of room having a conversation with his portrait whispered to her look-alike, "restricted section."

The portrait replied, "excellent choice welcome to you new home."

The portrait swung open revealing a room glowing in crimson and gold. The four-poster bed in the center of the room was larger than her previous one in the Gryffindor tower. A fireplace much smaller than the one in the common room burned in the grate casting a warm glow over the room. On the left side of her room was large window seats covered in soft crimson velvet and in the corners were propped two golden pillows. Hermione found that in her closet her robes and other clothes hung neatly inside having already been unpack by the house elves. On the right side of the room was a long dresser with and oversized mirror above it and had shelves on either side. In the back right corner opposite the window seat Hermione found a door, which she discovered, was the private bathroom Dumbledore had mentioned. The bathroom was black and white marble all around in the center of the room set into the floor was a bubbling tub with multi colored bubbles flowing from the golden taps. The walls were one continues mirror surrounding the room. Hermione deciding not to waste the beautifully prepared bath undressed and slipped into the hot tub, relaxing amongst the bubbles.

After discussing with his portrait how much more comfortable the new living quarters were from the Slytherin dungeon Draco had decided on the password of "power." Upon entering he was greeted to a similar sight only decorated in green and silver. Draco who had been raised amongst grandness didn't spend much time taking in his surrounding he headed directly for the bathroom where he quickly slipped into the tub. After relaxing for a few minuets he stepped out, and wrapped a dark green towel around his waist. Draco then made his way over to the to the window seat where he stared out into the night sky. Why had she cried at the sight of all those books? They weren't tears of sadness either they were tears of joy. You'd think someone who did nothing but study would be sick of books, but not her. Draco ran his fingers through his hair what did he care that she had some strange emotional attachment to books. Could she be that passionate about other things in her life? Angry with himself he slipped into he bead and told himself 'get that mudblood out of your head she's a gift for the Dark Lord nothing more.'

After her bath Hermione couldn't help but take a peak at the common room library. She carefully check to make sure Malfoy was nowhere to be seen and slipped out of her room wearing only a light robe to cover herself. She looked through every row of the library, taking not of every book found within. The library had been organized into sections and within each section all books on a certain subject could be found. The largest sections were near Draco's side of the room and they contained books on potions and history. Over the fireplace she found mostly muggle books on everything from literature to science, the upper most level held books on divination. Hermione chuckled to herself that she would never need to climb to such heights again as she had no use for the imprecise art of divination. Hermione's side of the room held books on magical creatures, transfiguration, arithmancy. The walls on either side of the hallway were dedicated to books of spells for everything imaginable from banishing bugs to defying death. Hermione was perplexed though, that no matter where she looked she couldn't find a single copy of 'Top of the Class: Head Girls and boys of Hogwarts.' The book was surely something Hogwarts would keep a copy of considering it was in reference to it's history and students. Hermione had been surprised that her owl hadn't been waiting for her with the book when she arrived.

Hermione decided to leave the rest of the searching for another day and when to bed. Once there though she found, she was restless in her new bed. No matter which way she turned she couldn't find a comfortable position. It was times like this that she missed Crookshanks. Her feline friend had been killed the year before by jumping in front of a killing curse, aimed at Harry during a Quidditch match, by Voldemort. He had disappeared by portkey immediately after throwing the curse and hadn't seen the heroic cat leap into the curse's path. She had always known her ginger colored cat was special, and couldn't bear the thought of replacing her with another cat. During the summer on her trip to Diagon Alley she had decided on a tawny owl named Shakespeare as her new pet. She decided she would write her parents tomorrow and ask them to send him back hopefully with the book.