Ummmm.... I just haven't been writing lately. The last time I wrote, I was
fighting with my mum and deleted the two pages that I wrote. I was so
pissed. I blamed her for it, too. Still do, actually. I was so angry that
when I tried closing out of the program and it asked if I wanted to save
changes, I hit no and it was gone. Two fucking pages down the drain! I
just haven't been "inspired" since then and I'm still only in 9th grade, so
I'm swamped with homework. Yeah, most schools, freshman is the easiest year
and it gets harder from there, but my school's the exact opposite. Freshman
year is hardest and senior year is like jack-off year. K-3rd grade are
obviously easy, then fourth is a little harder and fifth is a touch harder,
6th is again harder and then 7th grade hits. It's like "let's introduce you
to homework every night" year. 8th grade is a little easier and you're
thinking "hey this won't be too bad." and ninth grade happens. All your
older friends say it's easy just to mess with you and then the truthful
ones say its hell. So you're all confused, wondering what its gonna be like
and what the teachers will be like cuz you have mixed messages about them,
too. The first week of school, you get a little homework and you think
it'll be easy like that all year. Second week, you have a ton of homework
in every class every day and the teachers are all crazy or really out of
it. Most of my teachers are crazy and my orchestra teacher is my friend's
dad so he knows everyone before they enter the classroom. It's really
creepy. My English teacher decided to let us know that she's really pompous
and full of herself on the first day. She is also the most insane of my six
teachers. She, like, says things like "you either got an A or you didn't
get an A" than says, "Let me rephrase that. You either got an A or you got
something lower than an A." No fuck Pennock. My old law teacher went on
tangents all the time and that's why I failed the class. I only paid
attention when she was on a tangent. My government teacher thinks he's
funny but he really isn't and he's really competitive. My science teacher
is probably a 50-year-old virgin and you can tell. She's definitely never
been married, that's for sure. She's still a 'miss' at fifty. She acts
younger than us one minute than yells at us the next. My drawing teacher is
out of it all the time and is totally eccentric. My geometry teacher is
like "woo-hoo" all the time and that isn't a good thing. He's pretty
eccentric as well. His wife is my friends' science teacher and they're
totally gaa-gaa over the five-year-old son, Trevor. Again I've got crazy
teachers and they really like giving homework. I really should be doping my
physics homework right now but I feel like ranting about the insanity of
Fendale High. Ick, I hate physics. I like chem., though. I have to write an
opinion essay and homework is 60% of my government grade. This has taken up
a whole page and I'm going to stop talking about my school but now you know
why I never write. I'll be more active with my writing after term.
Disclaimer: same as usual. Don't own the characters and never will... But hey that's life.
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Chapter 7-Gorgeous Rooms and Weasley Wonderings
Hermione woke the next day in the infirmary, Harry sleeping in an armchair next to her bed. She sat up, only to flop back down from the throbbing pain in her head. Harry woke, startled by the sudden noise. He relaxed when he saw that the girl's eyes were open. He gave her a sleepy smile, saying, "I see you're awake. I can't say the same about Ron." He pointed a thumb over to a bed that held Ron and Ginny, Ron barely moving with a white bandage wrapped around his left arm. Ginny was shaking. She was either crying or had fallen asleep crying, Hermione didn't know which. Other than the younger Weasley's shaking, they looked very content. Ron was obviously breathing evenly, his chest rising up and down at slow intervals, Ginny curled up next to him, her head on his shoulder. She was sleeping on the right side of the bed, so as not to hurt her brother.
"Poor Ginny," Hermione whispered. She felt like crying just seeing her in such a state. She couldn't remember a time when Gin was such an emotional wreck. "So how long have I been here, Harry? Wait... How long have YOU been here?" she asked with her eyebrow raised in suspicion. The green-eyed wizard blushed a bright red.
"Only the past night. Madame Pomfrey tried to get ME out, feeling pity on Ginny over there. I insisted that I stayed right here and at about 3 am she gave up and just let me stay here. Just so you know, classes don't start until Monday. We got here last night."
Hermione let out a relieved sigh. She may look totally different, but she was still just the little bookworm she had always been. She didn't want to miss any classes. She looked over to where Ron and Ginny were sleeping. Ginny started to cough fiercely. She sounded as if she was going to cough up a vital organ. It was heart wrenching to see them like that. She turned away from her two friends. Harry touched her shoulder to comfort her. "Maya?"
"It's okay. It's just those two... it just hurts so much to see them like that. I feel so bad. Oh, my."
"What? What is it?"
"My head just hurts really bad. Its nothing." Ginny started her hacking cough again. "When did that start?"
"Last night. She was crying so much; I guess it made her sick. She doesn't seem so worried about it. I can't say I feel the same, though. I don't know how long Ron's gonna be out, either. I think they're hiding something. I'm not going to question it though. I just hope it's one of those things that passes with time."
"So do I," she murmured in agreement. She looked over with concern as Ginny started her coughing again. She cringed in pain just hearing her friend. It must be painful to do; she knew it hurt to listen to it. Madame Pomfrey came over and practically shoved chocolate in Hermione's mouth. When Ginny started coughing again, she almost ran to the sleeping girl's side. She felt her forehead, timed her pulse, and just looked her over. She was shaking her head when Hermione yelled over asking how she was. The nurse walked over to Harry and Hermione and told them she wasn't sure what was going on.
"It might just be a simple cold, but her heart-rate was too low. Her cough sounded so ragged, do either of you know if she has ever had bronchitis before?" Harry and Hermione both shook their heads no. Madame Pomfrey sighed sadly and told them that Hermione was free to leave if she wished.
"If you would prefer to stay with your friends, you're welcome to do so." For the first time, Madame Pomfrey's eyes seemed to be begging them to.
"I'm so sorry, Madame. I wish I could but I must find the headmaster. I promise to be back, though." Hermione turned to Harry. "If you want to, you can stay. I seriously don't mind at all."
She got out of the bed, kissed Harry's cheek and ran out the infirmary doors. She just stepped out when she almost crashed into Headmaster Dumbledore himself. She skidded to a stop right in time. "Professeur! I'm so sorry. I didn't see you coming."
"You stopped right in time, Miss Granger. No harm done. I'm glad to see you're up and at them. How is Mr. Weasley?" His smile faded when he saw a tear fall out of Hermione's eyes. "What is it, dear girl? Is everything all right?"
She wrapped her arms around the headmaster, startling him. After about half a second, he wrapped his arms around her, patting her back in a comforting, grandfatherly gesture. They stood there for almost 10 minutes, Hermione sobbing onto the older man's robes. After a few more minutes, she stepped back, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She looked up at the elderly man and started to speak.
"Professeur, it's awful. Ginny cried so much, she made herself sick. Ron is barely breathing. I don't even know what hurt him so badly. I thought it was just a small fracture, nothing that can't easily be fixed. But then he screamed and fell on the floor. His bone was coming up out of his arm, it was awful. That's when I passed out. I woke up this morning and Ginny and Ron both looked or sounded like they were both going to die. Oh, Professeur, she sounds like she's hurting really bad. It just tears me up inside.' She fell on her knees, covered her face, and started crying again. Dumbledore knelt down beside her, rubbing her back. "Shhh, everything will be fine. Everything will work out. It's alright," he whispered while she hugged him again. After a minute or two passed, he pulled Hermione on her feet again.
"Come now, Miss Granger. We don't want our Head Girl crying over something that will be over soon enough. Come, come. Everything will be fine. All right straighten out your robes. I'm going to see how your friends are doing for myself; I will be out in a few minutes. You just wait out here and when I come back I will show you to your dormitory. I will be right out." He stepped through the doors and left Hermione to try to figure the things out in her head. She sat down against the wall and tried to figure out what happened to Ron's arm. She knew it was just a slight fracture at first. How did the bone break so suddenly and rip out of his flesh? She shuddered at the thought. She tried rubbing the sting from her eyes. Crying never felt so good after it stopped. She decided to listen to what was going on inside.
'Poppy, it's okay. Calm down. Now explain to me what has afflicted Miss Weasley.'
'Albus, it seems to be pneumonia. I can cure that quickly enough but I don't know how she acquired it. According to Mr. Potter's story, she was with her brother and him the entire time and he claims to have gone nowhere near someplace that you could catch pneumonia from. I mean he was carrying Miss Granger, levitating Mr. Weasley, AND steering around miss Weasley. The boy knew what was going on and he was a bit overwhelmed. No matter how overwhelmed he was, he knew where each of his charges was last night. As soon as I had fixed that arm of her brother's, she climbed into bed with him and cried herself to sleep in his arms. Mr. Potter and I were fighting well into the night. He stayed awake after a finally allowed him to stay. He was just falling asleep when I woke this morning. One of us was watching her the entire night. She didn't go anywhere. I can't figure out how she could have caught pneumonia. I was guessing she might have a low immune system...'
'It isn't that Poppy. That girl adores bad weather. She would have caught something serious long before now. I think it's something else. I'm not sure if I am correct though. Write Molly, ask her if...'
Hermione couldn't hear what he said after that, he must have started to whisper. She heard his footsteps coming closer to the doors and jumped up, brushing off the back of her skirt as he walked out. He smiled towards her, but his eyes did not hold their usual twinkle. They seemed to be clouded over by something else.
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"All right, Miss Granger. Let's go show you where your room is." He led her down the steps into the main hall. After about three minutes, and quite a few twists and turns, they stopped in front of a painting portraying a young girl. She was about Hermione's age, with short-cropped hair. It reminded Hermione of her hair when she was younger. It was above the girl's ears in tight springy brown curls. She was definitely female, her chest almost falling out of the tight bodice that she was wearing. She was wearing a pair of men's pants that kept threatening to fall off. She had a walking stick leaning against the picture frame, made of winding, knobby wood. The girl was pulling at the top of her bodice with one hand and her pants with the other, when she noticed the new visitors.
"Just a minute, Albus. This bodice is giving me trouble again." She walked out of the portrait coming back with an even tighter shirt that was only tight across her midsection. It housed her breasts beautifully. She was also wearing a belt, which didn't help much. "Now that's a little better. Morning, Albus."
"Good morning, Fiona. This is Hermione Granger, our Head Girl. She was not well last night and has finally woken. Hermione, this is Fiona Evans. She has taken a liking to men's clothing in the past hundred years."
"Oh, phooey, Dumbledore. I have always ADORED men's clothing, especially when it is actually on a man. But it is so much more comfortable than that damned dress back there. Oh, I must mind my language, children around. I have yet to get a man's shirt in this damn frame. Oop, there I go again. So sorry. Would you mind finding a portrait with a seamstress, Lovey? It would make my life so much easier. These bodices are getting to be too much. I can't find one that doesn't either squish my insides or fall off my chest. Now, if I just had a new shirt..."
"I hear this every time I see you, Fiona. I promise, if I find a portrait of a good seamstress that is for sale, I will get it, just for you. Now, I would love to stay and chat, and I bet Miss Granger wouldn't mind talking with you either, you have SUCH a wonderful personality, but I think Miss Granger would like to see where she's going to sleep every night. Bloodstaind Roses."
Hermione looked at her mentor with surprise. The password was the name of her band? Dumbledore turned to look at her and winked. He walked into the room behind Fiona's painting. When she followed him in, the beauty of it all shocked her. She was now standing in a bright emerald green room with accents all in gold. In front of the fireplace were two couches, one scarlet, one gray. All extra cushions were black. On the right was a dark purple staircase, leading up to a matching dark purple door. On the door was an emblem matching the tattoo on her arm underneath a lion cleaning its front leg, both in gold. On the left was another staircase, this time deep emerald. The door at the top was black with a coiled silver snake near the top. Underneath the snake, like her rose, was another figure. This was of a matching silver broom flying through the air. She was sure there was a bath somewhere, she just didn't know where yet. She ran up the purple staircase and opened the door. What she found was even better than the common room. On one wall was a large four-poster bed draped in scarlet curtains. The walls were the same deep purple of the staircase and door. Across from the bed was a mahogany desk with a dark cherry stain. On the far wall was a pair of French doors with deep green curtains hanging in front. Near her desk was a white door. She was guessing this led to the bath she had been searching for. Her favorite part was in the back corner on the same wall as her bed. In this corner the walls were covered in bright white paint. The floor, which was black everywhere else, was covered in a light pine. Sitting on the wood was a stool with a metal stand in front. Screwed into the walls were 3 pairs of guitar hangers. She was absolutely thrilled there was enough room for both her amps a basket on the wall for holding miscellaneous things, such as sheets of notes or lyrics, misplaced picks that found they're way out of their bags, and replacement strings. It was perfect. Dumbledore came up from behind her, setting his hand on her shoulder. "I thought you might like it."
"Oh, Professeur, it's wonderful. How did you know?"
He didn't answer. Hermione turned to look at him. His famous grin was back, his eyes twinkling again. He still said nothing, just winked, and left her to marvel at her room again. Every time she looked at it, she still thought it was absolutely perfect with nothing wrong with it at all. She headed towards the white door, leaned her head against it, listening for any sounds that someone might be occupying it, and found there were none. She opened the door and found this room to be a sight also. Compared to her room it stood out like her personal music corner did. The floor was covered in chips of greens blues and everything-in-betweens. As she looked at it she saw that hat glass chips, which were covered in a sort of clear marble to protect the user's feet, formed a design that looked to be a giant swirling... what was that? It seemed to change as she looked at it. One minute a rose, the next a snake. It would continually change to whatever it felt like being for that split second.
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Ok I know that some of you have asked about the chapter titles so I would like to apologize about that. I am obsessed with Latin (and Lifesavers but for a totally different reason) my friend got me a Latin-English dictionary for Christmas so I was translating everything I could into Latin and I thought it would rock to have Latin chapter titles. I would like to point out that right before the story starts in every chapter, it says chapter __- then the English translation. This chapter means "Gorgeous Rooms and Weasley Wonderings" chapters 1 and 2 are the only chapters without translations and I am keeping it that way but I will do everyone a favor and tell you directly what all the chapters mean:
Chapter 1: Illud Novus Hermione- The New Hermione
Chapter 2: Usus Cum Illud Diabolus- Dealings with the Devil
Chapter 3: Dumbledore's Fabolaci Cum Draco Et Maya-Dumbledore's Chat with Draco and Hermione
Chapter 4:Illud Primus Et Iterum Sauvari -The 1st and 2nd Kiss
Chapter 5:Simulatus Vestis -Hypocritical Dressings
Chapter 6:Infelix Dispositos -Unfortunate Affairs
I am not going to write out any responses to my reviews for Chapter 6. Thanks to embo, natyslacks, pixie-dust2525, and mirage05. Love you all and thanks so much for reviewing. I really don't feel like writing anything out right now. (That and I don't have the actual reviews in front of me to actually respond to them) oh thank you, Nats, for reading my story and put something up real soon! I sent you an email telling you I updated but you already knew that*giggles* Emmy I am so sorry I yelled at you for not reviewing fast enough. I was just a bit scared that my best friend stopped paying attention to me. Pixie, it really isn't all that bad I mean it's only a little gore! And it gets better I swear (hopefully) *sheepish grin* I still don't know what I'm doing! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Ah oh well. Please keep reading and don't forget to R/R! Oh and tell all your friends about the story because I am pathetic and have self esteem issues. Reviews make me a happy little girl. I will not keep chapters from you based on how many reviews I get. Well, maybe if I don't get any reviews at all, but that's only because I'd be too sad to continue. Go me and my mental health issues. I also have OCD! Woohoo! Go obsessive-compulsive disorder! Well R/R if you want to keep the story for the shear fact to keep my mental health up!
Love you all ~Lily
Disclaimer: same as usual. Don't own the characters and never will... But hey that's life.
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Chapter 7-Gorgeous Rooms and Weasley Wonderings
Hermione woke the next day in the infirmary, Harry sleeping in an armchair next to her bed. She sat up, only to flop back down from the throbbing pain in her head. Harry woke, startled by the sudden noise. He relaxed when he saw that the girl's eyes were open. He gave her a sleepy smile, saying, "I see you're awake. I can't say the same about Ron." He pointed a thumb over to a bed that held Ron and Ginny, Ron barely moving with a white bandage wrapped around his left arm. Ginny was shaking. She was either crying or had fallen asleep crying, Hermione didn't know which. Other than the younger Weasley's shaking, they looked very content. Ron was obviously breathing evenly, his chest rising up and down at slow intervals, Ginny curled up next to him, her head on his shoulder. She was sleeping on the right side of the bed, so as not to hurt her brother.
"Poor Ginny," Hermione whispered. She felt like crying just seeing her in such a state. She couldn't remember a time when Gin was such an emotional wreck. "So how long have I been here, Harry? Wait... How long have YOU been here?" she asked with her eyebrow raised in suspicion. The green-eyed wizard blushed a bright red.
"Only the past night. Madame Pomfrey tried to get ME out, feeling pity on Ginny over there. I insisted that I stayed right here and at about 3 am she gave up and just let me stay here. Just so you know, classes don't start until Monday. We got here last night."
Hermione let out a relieved sigh. She may look totally different, but she was still just the little bookworm she had always been. She didn't want to miss any classes. She looked over to where Ron and Ginny were sleeping. Ginny started to cough fiercely. She sounded as if she was going to cough up a vital organ. It was heart wrenching to see them like that. She turned away from her two friends. Harry touched her shoulder to comfort her. "Maya?"
"It's okay. It's just those two... it just hurts so much to see them like that. I feel so bad. Oh, my."
"What? What is it?"
"My head just hurts really bad. Its nothing." Ginny started her hacking cough again. "When did that start?"
"Last night. She was crying so much; I guess it made her sick. She doesn't seem so worried about it. I can't say I feel the same, though. I don't know how long Ron's gonna be out, either. I think they're hiding something. I'm not going to question it though. I just hope it's one of those things that passes with time."
"So do I," she murmured in agreement. She looked over with concern as Ginny started her coughing again. She cringed in pain just hearing her friend. It must be painful to do; she knew it hurt to listen to it. Madame Pomfrey came over and practically shoved chocolate in Hermione's mouth. When Ginny started coughing again, she almost ran to the sleeping girl's side. She felt her forehead, timed her pulse, and just looked her over. She was shaking her head when Hermione yelled over asking how she was. The nurse walked over to Harry and Hermione and told them she wasn't sure what was going on.
"It might just be a simple cold, but her heart-rate was too low. Her cough sounded so ragged, do either of you know if she has ever had bronchitis before?" Harry and Hermione both shook their heads no. Madame Pomfrey sighed sadly and told them that Hermione was free to leave if she wished.
"If you would prefer to stay with your friends, you're welcome to do so." For the first time, Madame Pomfrey's eyes seemed to be begging them to.
"I'm so sorry, Madame. I wish I could but I must find the headmaster. I promise to be back, though." Hermione turned to Harry. "If you want to, you can stay. I seriously don't mind at all."
She got out of the bed, kissed Harry's cheek and ran out the infirmary doors. She just stepped out when she almost crashed into Headmaster Dumbledore himself. She skidded to a stop right in time. "Professeur! I'm so sorry. I didn't see you coming."
"You stopped right in time, Miss Granger. No harm done. I'm glad to see you're up and at them. How is Mr. Weasley?" His smile faded when he saw a tear fall out of Hermione's eyes. "What is it, dear girl? Is everything all right?"
She wrapped her arms around the headmaster, startling him. After about half a second, he wrapped his arms around her, patting her back in a comforting, grandfatherly gesture. They stood there for almost 10 minutes, Hermione sobbing onto the older man's robes. After a few more minutes, she stepped back, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She looked up at the elderly man and started to speak.
"Professeur, it's awful. Ginny cried so much, she made herself sick. Ron is barely breathing. I don't even know what hurt him so badly. I thought it was just a small fracture, nothing that can't easily be fixed. But then he screamed and fell on the floor. His bone was coming up out of his arm, it was awful. That's when I passed out. I woke up this morning and Ginny and Ron both looked or sounded like they were both going to die. Oh, Professeur, she sounds like she's hurting really bad. It just tears me up inside.' She fell on her knees, covered her face, and started crying again. Dumbledore knelt down beside her, rubbing her back. "Shhh, everything will be fine. Everything will work out. It's alright," he whispered while she hugged him again. After a minute or two passed, he pulled Hermione on her feet again.
"Come now, Miss Granger. We don't want our Head Girl crying over something that will be over soon enough. Come, come. Everything will be fine. All right straighten out your robes. I'm going to see how your friends are doing for myself; I will be out in a few minutes. You just wait out here and when I come back I will show you to your dormitory. I will be right out." He stepped through the doors and left Hermione to try to figure the things out in her head. She sat down against the wall and tried to figure out what happened to Ron's arm. She knew it was just a slight fracture at first. How did the bone break so suddenly and rip out of his flesh? She shuddered at the thought. She tried rubbing the sting from her eyes. Crying never felt so good after it stopped. She decided to listen to what was going on inside.
'Poppy, it's okay. Calm down. Now explain to me what has afflicted Miss Weasley.'
'Albus, it seems to be pneumonia. I can cure that quickly enough but I don't know how she acquired it. According to Mr. Potter's story, she was with her brother and him the entire time and he claims to have gone nowhere near someplace that you could catch pneumonia from. I mean he was carrying Miss Granger, levitating Mr. Weasley, AND steering around miss Weasley. The boy knew what was going on and he was a bit overwhelmed. No matter how overwhelmed he was, he knew where each of his charges was last night. As soon as I had fixed that arm of her brother's, she climbed into bed with him and cried herself to sleep in his arms. Mr. Potter and I were fighting well into the night. He stayed awake after a finally allowed him to stay. He was just falling asleep when I woke this morning. One of us was watching her the entire night. She didn't go anywhere. I can't figure out how she could have caught pneumonia. I was guessing she might have a low immune system...'
'It isn't that Poppy. That girl adores bad weather. She would have caught something serious long before now. I think it's something else. I'm not sure if I am correct though. Write Molly, ask her if...'
Hermione couldn't hear what he said after that, he must have started to whisper. She heard his footsteps coming closer to the doors and jumped up, brushing off the back of her skirt as he walked out. He smiled towards her, but his eyes did not hold their usual twinkle. They seemed to be clouded over by something else.
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"All right, Miss Granger. Let's go show you where your room is." He led her down the steps into the main hall. After about three minutes, and quite a few twists and turns, they stopped in front of a painting portraying a young girl. She was about Hermione's age, with short-cropped hair. It reminded Hermione of her hair when she was younger. It was above the girl's ears in tight springy brown curls. She was definitely female, her chest almost falling out of the tight bodice that she was wearing. She was wearing a pair of men's pants that kept threatening to fall off. She had a walking stick leaning against the picture frame, made of winding, knobby wood. The girl was pulling at the top of her bodice with one hand and her pants with the other, when she noticed the new visitors.
"Just a minute, Albus. This bodice is giving me trouble again." She walked out of the portrait coming back with an even tighter shirt that was only tight across her midsection. It housed her breasts beautifully. She was also wearing a belt, which didn't help much. "Now that's a little better. Morning, Albus."
"Good morning, Fiona. This is Hermione Granger, our Head Girl. She was not well last night and has finally woken. Hermione, this is Fiona Evans. She has taken a liking to men's clothing in the past hundred years."
"Oh, phooey, Dumbledore. I have always ADORED men's clothing, especially when it is actually on a man. But it is so much more comfortable than that damned dress back there. Oh, I must mind my language, children around. I have yet to get a man's shirt in this damn frame. Oop, there I go again. So sorry. Would you mind finding a portrait with a seamstress, Lovey? It would make my life so much easier. These bodices are getting to be too much. I can't find one that doesn't either squish my insides or fall off my chest. Now, if I just had a new shirt..."
"I hear this every time I see you, Fiona. I promise, if I find a portrait of a good seamstress that is for sale, I will get it, just for you. Now, I would love to stay and chat, and I bet Miss Granger wouldn't mind talking with you either, you have SUCH a wonderful personality, but I think Miss Granger would like to see where she's going to sleep every night. Bloodstaind Roses."
Hermione looked at her mentor with surprise. The password was the name of her band? Dumbledore turned to look at her and winked. He walked into the room behind Fiona's painting. When she followed him in, the beauty of it all shocked her. She was now standing in a bright emerald green room with accents all in gold. In front of the fireplace were two couches, one scarlet, one gray. All extra cushions were black. On the right was a dark purple staircase, leading up to a matching dark purple door. On the door was an emblem matching the tattoo on her arm underneath a lion cleaning its front leg, both in gold. On the left was another staircase, this time deep emerald. The door at the top was black with a coiled silver snake near the top. Underneath the snake, like her rose, was another figure. This was of a matching silver broom flying through the air. She was sure there was a bath somewhere, she just didn't know where yet. She ran up the purple staircase and opened the door. What she found was even better than the common room. On one wall was a large four-poster bed draped in scarlet curtains. The walls were the same deep purple of the staircase and door. Across from the bed was a mahogany desk with a dark cherry stain. On the far wall was a pair of French doors with deep green curtains hanging in front. Near her desk was a white door. She was guessing this led to the bath she had been searching for. Her favorite part was in the back corner on the same wall as her bed. In this corner the walls were covered in bright white paint. The floor, which was black everywhere else, was covered in a light pine. Sitting on the wood was a stool with a metal stand in front. Screwed into the walls were 3 pairs of guitar hangers. She was absolutely thrilled there was enough room for both her amps a basket on the wall for holding miscellaneous things, such as sheets of notes or lyrics, misplaced picks that found they're way out of their bags, and replacement strings. It was perfect. Dumbledore came up from behind her, setting his hand on her shoulder. "I thought you might like it."
"Oh, Professeur, it's wonderful. How did you know?"
He didn't answer. Hermione turned to look at him. His famous grin was back, his eyes twinkling again. He still said nothing, just winked, and left her to marvel at her room again. Every time she looked at it, she still thought it was absolutely perfect with nothing wrong with it at all. She headed towards the white door, leaned her head against it, listening for any sounds that someone might be occupying it, and found there were none. She opened the door and found this room to be a sight also. Compared to her room it stood out like her personal music corner did. The floor was covered in chips of greens blues and everything-in-betweens. As she looked at it she saw that hat glass chips, which were covered in a sort of clear marble to protect the user's feet, formed a design that looked to be a giant swirling... what was that? It seemed to change as she looked at it. One minute a rose, the next a snake. It would continually change to whatever it felt like being for that split second.
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Ok I know that some of you have asked about the chapter titles so I would like to apologize about that. I am obsessed with Latin (and Lifesavers but for a totally different reason) my friend got me a Latin-English dictionary for Christmas so I was translating everything I could into Latin and I thought it would rock to have Latin chapter titles. I would like to point out that right before the story starts in every chapter, it says chapter __- then the English translation. This chapter means "Gorgeous Rooms and Weasley Wonderings" chapters 1 and 2 are the only chapters without translations and I am keeping it that way but I will do everyone a favor and tell you directly what all the chapters mean:
Chapter 1: Illud Novus Hermione- The New Hermione
Chapter 2: Usus Cum Illud Diabolus- Dealings with the Devil
Chapter 3: Dumbledore's Fabolaci Cum Draco Et Maya-Dumbledore's Chat with Draco and Hermione
Chapter 4:Illud Primus Et Iterum Sauvari -The 1st and 2nd Kiss
Chapter 5:Simulatus Vestis -Hypocritical Dressings
Chapter 6:Infelix Dispositos -Unfortunate Affairs
I am not going to write out any responses to my reviews for Chapter 6. Thanks to embo, natyslacks, pixie-dust2525, and mirage05. Love you all and thanks so much for reviewing. I really don't feel like writing anything out right now. (That and I don't have the actual reviews in front of me to actually respond to them) oh thank you, Nats, for reading my story and put something up real soon! I sent you an email telling you I updated but you already knew that*giggles* Emmy I am so sorry I yelled at you for not reviewing fast enough. I was just a bit scared that my best friend stopped paying attention to me. Pixie, it really isn't all that bad I mean it's only a little gore! And it gets better I swear (hopefully) *sheepish grin* I still don't know what I'm doing! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Ah oh well. Please keep reading and don't forget to R/R! Oh and tell all your friends about the story because I am pathetic and have self esteem issues. Reviews make me a happy little girl. I will not keep chapters from you based on how many reviews I get. Well, maybe if I don't get any reviews at all, but that's only because I'd be too sad to continue. Go me and my mental health issues. I also have OCD! Woohoo! Go obsessive-compulsive disorder! Well R/R if you want to keep the story for the shear fact to keep my mental health up!
Love you all ~Lily