A/N: Sorry about the wait! Well here it is, without further adu chapter 2. (Wow, I'm a poet andI know it!) Thanks to Daunting Darkness for the review!

Once Hermione had stalked over to Parvati and Lavender they had begun to interrogate her and Ron's relationship (Hermione had been quite loud). Ignoring and telling them that she would explain everything when they got back to their room she went back to her now cold mashed potatoes. Her plate had magically appeared to her new seat.

Hermione knew that she had overreacted, but ever since Ron had asked her to keep their relationship a secret he had acted strange. Though not the most perfect couple, why would you want to keep your girlfriend a secret? They had had their fair share of squabbles, however they had always made up and things would go back to almost normal. But not this time, she would stay strong, and wouldn't go along with the whole kiss and make up bit.

"The sign up list is in the entrance hall for those of you that will join us on Monday for the first meeting..." Dumbledore interrupted her thoughts.

I should sign up! I love plays! I always had been the lead in primary school: Annie, Maria in the Sound of Music, Auntie Mame, Marian in the Music Man, Sarah Brown from Guys and Dolls, one for each year before Hogwarts. I'll sign up after leading the first years.

Hermione like Ron and Harry had looked up as the headmaster finished his speech, "I have kept you long enough. Good Night and Sweet Dreams."

"Gryffindor First Years, follow me," called Hermione.

The small, worried first years followed Hermione out of the Great Hall to the Entrance Hall.

"This is the Entrance Hall and if you continue to look forward you will see the Marble..." Hermione said being cut off in mid-sentence.

"Isn't that your boyfriend who's also suppose to give us the grand tour?" asked a brave, busybody looking First Year who Hermione thought looked quite like Lavender, "Well everyone heard you yelling at him and everyone knows now, so don't look surprised." Ah, Lavender's sister Cassandra Brown. She's quite right there's Ron walking with Harry to the play sign up list. I guess Harry convinced him.

"Cassandra, now don't point your nose where it doesn't belong," replied Hermione smoothly as she watched the First Year turn slightly read at the sound of her name.

"One minute please," Hermione said politely turning around in the direction of Ron.

"RON IF YOU DON'T GET OVER HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT I'LL..." yelled Hermione.

"Now, now Granger lets watch our tongue in front of the new Gryffindorks," drawled Malfoy who seemed to come out of thin air.

"Yeah, Granger!" repeated a new batch of Slytherins.

Quickly Ron came running over after hearing Hermione so angry. Harry had not heard her in his dream-like state. The what looked like a tour group headed towards the Marble Staircase when...

"Is that H-H-Harry

potter?" a thin boy asked nervously.

"Yes it is. Oy, Harry come over here!", beckoned Ron.

"What? O, hello," Harry welcomed the Gryffindors startled out of his thoughts once again.

"Harry, could you sign me up for the play," inquired Hermione.

"Sure, I'll sign up the three of us," answered Harry.

"O, ok. Well thanks!" Hermione replied.

As he walked away Hermione heard the now all-too-familiar voice of Cassandra ask, "Why don't you go out with him?"

"He's not my type," said Hermione simply as if it was the most obvious answer.

"Famous and hot isn't your type. And he's your type?" she questioned refering to Ron, "You're a strange girl, Hermione, very strange at that."

"Never ever say Harry's hot in front of me again," ordered Hermione

"Why?"

"'Cause he's not."

"Ok, then."

They went around for about an hour touring the whole school. When they had finally explained where the girls' and boys' dormitories were Dumbledore suddenly popped in when the first years had disappeared.

"You will not be staying in Gryffindor Tower this year, but the new and improved officer dormitory," Dumbledore announced.

"I thought that was only for the Heads. What happened? Cho Chang and Eddie Carmichael suddenly die and Ron and I are Heads," Hermione said jokingly.

"No, we have changed it, so both prefects and heads live in the same dormitories/common room," assured Dumbledore.

"Each of your rooms is connected to Gryffindor by a portrait. Hermione, yours is a portrait of you and Ginny. Ron, yours is of you and Harry. We wanted to put a little piece of each of you in this common room, so in a sense you will never leave, and to show some modern heroes rather than old ones like Barnabas the Barmy. You will set a password, but choose wisely and use a certain spell so no one can hear your choice. Well I have matters to attend to. Farewell!" counseled Dumbledore.

Both Ron and Hermione walked up to their portrait.

"What spell did he mean?" asked Ron.

"Just watch," hissed Hermione.

"What would you like your password to be? Remember cast a certain spell first," the portrait Hermione said.

"Genero mei selenium coactum ager," Hermione commanded, " I would like my password to be...Panthera tigris"

Ron was having a bit of trouble but eventually got it.

"What do you want your password to be, mate?" asked the portrait Harry.

"How about Slytherins suck..." started Ron.

"Dumbledore said you're only limited to two words," explained portrait Harry.

"Well...Dearest 'Mione. No one expects me to be all sentimental," declared Ron.

At the same time portrait Hermione and portrait Harry said, " Welcome to your dormitory!"

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