Disclaimer: I do not own 1) Harry Potter 2) Any of the characters 3) I changed my mind, I do have a monkey.

A/N: This is the last chapter I write until I get *5* count 'em FIVE letters for my new fic, AND (yes, I know I'm being mean) 45 reviews. I have two letters, and 36 reviews, so this shouldn't be too hard.

And Tuim, if you're reading this, Bo the Wonder Monkey will throw feces at you.

Hermione and Draco clambered up the stairs. Hermione was playing with her hair nervously.  She didn't know what to say to him when they got up.  Finally, Draco opened a door and curtly motioned for her to get inside.

The room was decorated with green velvet draped over the walls and above a four-poster bed.  The walls and the floor were made of cool grey stones. It looked very much like the Gryffindor dorm rooms, but with green instead of red, and it looked very much less welcoming.  There was a single window with a seat built into it, and Hermione could see a crescent moon through a hole in the wall. It had stopped raining.

"This will be your room for god knows how long," said Malfoy, "and don't touch anything you don't have to, don't sit on the window seat, don't read the books, and don't look under the bed."

Hermione scowled at him. All those rules! Malfoy just smirked and sat on the bed. "So just how long did it take you to realize that you were in a Malfoy's house?" he asked smugly.

"Not very long." Hermione said scathingly. "I'm not completely stupid." Before Malfoy could counter, she went on "But I must ask, why did your mother refer to herself as Mrs. Black?"

Draco shrugged, stretching himself out. "She was a Black before she was a Malfoy. You just concluded that she was a Missis. She says odd things like that at odd times."

Hermione sighed, looking for a place to sit.  She recalled something that she wanted to ask. "What's under the bed?" she asked putting her hands under. It couldn't be dangerous, or Narcissia would have told her.

"Nothing," Draco snapped, his pale eyes narrowing. Hermione didn't stop reaching. "Underwear," he added. "Mine. Used. Never cleaned. Now get your had out of there!"

Hermione didn't believe him, but withdrew her hand.

Malfoy decided that it was time for him to take his leave. He opened up the door and pointed across the hall. "There's the bathroom, down the hall and to the right is Mother's room, down the hall, turn left, and at the end is my room. If you need the house elves, scream 'Fenny!' or 'Roosta!' until they come. If you have any other questions, just remember that you're inconveniencing me." Draco said quickly. He smiled sweetly. "This concludes your tour." His face turned back into a scowl, and left her room, slamming her door.

"Well that was unfriendly," Hermione said unnecessarily to the closed door. She bounced on the bed a few times, and wondered over to the dresser.   The drawers were completely empty.  It was getting late, and Hermione wanted to sleep, but she couldn't until she got something to wear.

She found her way to Narcissia's room, and knocked on the door. Hearing a response, she walked in. Narcissia was sitting at a vanity set, wearing a lavender robe with a lot of lace.

"Mrs. Malfoy, I don't have any bed clothes, and I was wondering—" Hermione began, but Narcissia cut her off with a wave of her hand.

"Let's see if I have something you could wear, so you don't have to wear boy's clothes tonight," Narcissia cooed sweetly.

Hermione tried on several gowns, each with more and more lace.  Narcissia pronounced each one too long or too small. After several nightgowns, Narcissia proclaimed "Poor dear, everything is too small! You simply have too much chest." Hermione froze. What do I say to that? she thought franticly.

Narcissia smiled kindly. "You must be popular with the boys." Hermione looked at her, horrified. "Perhaps you could wear one of Draco's pairs, he likes his things baggy," she added. Hermione smiled weakly, and scurried from the room.

Now she had to find Draco's room. She couldn't remember a thing but Narcissia's comment.  She had no choice but to call a house elf. "Fenny?" Hermione called out timidly, feeling foolish. "Fenny?" she called out again, stronger.

Immediately, a house elf was at her side. "Yes mistress?" the house elf squeaked earnestly. She was wearing a little black skirt with a silver snake wrapped around a 'M' embroidered on it.

"Yes," said Hermione kindly and clearly. "Could you please tell where to find Draco's room?"
Fenny looked delighted to be asked a question. "Yes mistress, you are staying in it, but his room for the summer is at the end of this hall." Fenny curtsied. "Is there anything else Fenny can you for you, Miss?"

Hermione shook her head kindly. "No, thank you."
Fenny curtsied again, and scurried off.

Hermione made a mental note to check to see if Fenny was happy later.

She took a deep breath, and knocked on the door…

A/N: Argh, I don't know why, but writing that chapter gave me a headache. It was really hard to write!

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