A/N: Again, thanks to all my reviewers, and please keep reviewing! I haven't really got much to say, other than …. It's My Birthday on the 12th! Yes, I'll be the grand old age of … 14. Woot Woot! Anyway, I'll have a Birthday fic up in the PD section, so if you like The Princess Diaries, or Michael Moscovitz, check it out. Please? Ok, Chapter Five: Reviews = Faster Updates …. Remember that please. I love getting emails. Enjoy!

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After Dumbledore had dismissed the rest of the students back to their houses, Draco and Hermione walked with him up to a portrait of a young couple, sitting on a bench.

"Oh my …." Hermione exclaimed, placing a hand on her chest as Draco eyed her, confused.

"Ahh, you've noticed the resemblance then." Dumbledore smiled at her fondly before uttering the password, (butter bear) pushing the pair in and shutting the portrait. A muffled "goodnight" could be heard as they both stared at the back of the now closed portrait door, baffled by the headmasters' odd behaviour. Getting over that, they both took a long look around what would be their common room for the next year or so.

The walls were painted a deep forest green, with silver frames hanging around several paintings of lions and snakes.

The furnishings were a blood red, with gold trimming, including a little loveseat in red velvet with the usual gold trimming around the arms. There were cushions thrown around in various spots around the room, a floor to ceiling bookcase which was full of old and new text books, poetry books and several other books that really should have belonged in the restricted section. A soft black carpet covered the floor which looked oh so inviting at that moment, a couple of doors could be seen, either side of the staircase which was located right in front of them - bang in the middle - in the middle and each door had either a Snake, or a Lion stamped on, and finally, a fireplace which covered most of the main wall, and was made of snow white marble – The Snake and Lion present in this too.

 "Appropriate." Draco snorted, glancing at particular painting of a golden lion entwined with a glittering emerald snake.

"So Granger, what's up with the portrait then? Why did you go all misty eyed?" Malfoy asked her, trying his best not to stick an insult on the end of the question. It took a lot of work, but he managed it. Just.

"Well, Malfoy, I'm surprised you didn't notice it sooner." She replied snottily before turning on her heel and stomping up the staircase, all the while muttering about stupid little boys who ask dumb questions.

Raising an eyebrow at the moody young witch, who was now scowling in his direction and looking around the first floor, he turned around and went back out to the front of the portrait, wanting to get another look at the painting. He didn't get it at first, but after some time he noticed …. No, but it couldn't be.

His godfather and the mudblood?

Nah. Although …

It did bear a striking resemblance to the two people. And if anyone should know, it would be him. After all, they were his godfather and his conquest. He shook his head to get the mental picture out of his head, and went back inside; only to see the fair Hermione was no where in sight. Figuring she would be in her room with a large book on her lap, he made his way up to the door which was opposite the one she'd gone through earlier, and entered his room.

It was a rich royal blue on all but one wall, which was painted a plain cream, and had an oak wooden desk, stained a chocolaty colour, covered in stationary and his unfinished homework. There was also a matching wardrobe in a corner and a huge King Size bed which stood proudly in the centre of the room, covered in pillows and a canopy of the same colour as the walls. The loo was finished off with a cream carpet, and a balcony was visible through French doors, laced in navy blue curtains.

But Draco didn't think of any of this right now. He just made his way over to the bed, and flopped down. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

Hermione, on the other hand, was still wide awake. She was indeed staring at a book, but she wasn't really reading it. What did the portrait really show? Other than her and Snape cuddled up on a chaise langue of course.

 Although, she found the thought of her and Snape didn't really disgust her, as it should have done. She was more …. Intrigued.

Hermione thought about it for a while, but after coming to no feasible conclusion or explanation she decided to leave it for tonight. Thinking about that would only cause problems. So she turned her thoughts to Malfoy – a strange thing.

She hadn't really had the chance to think about much else, coming straight up after talking to Malfoy and reaching straight for the nearest book, which happened to be Hogwarts: A History – Revised. Why she had gone off at Malfoy, anyway? He hadn't really done anything wrong had he? Well, if he hadn't done something bad or anything involving her by the morning, she'd start getting suspicious. For now however, she would relax and explore her room.

It was painted a rich red colour, and like Malfoy's room, one wall was cream. The carpet was cream also, but the bed was a Queen Size one, and covered in various pink, cream and red pillows, with silk sheets. She had a pine desk that only had her stationary on it, as all her homework had been finished weeks ago. Again, a matching wardrobe sat in one corner, and she had a balcony, like Malfoy, facing out onto the Quiddich Pitch.

It was very girly, but the look suited Hermione so she didn't get her wand out and start throwing spells around at that moment. Maybe when she was bored, she would redecorate, but not now. No, she would get some sleep, ready for the start of lessons tomorrow morning. After all, as Head Girl, she needed to present a respectable image for all the little first years to follow.

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