The days passed quickly, Harry, Chyenne, Aden and Adah were spending as much time with their respective parents as possible. The Potters had been working on their house for the last few weeks, and Harry and Chyenne's bedrooms were finally finished.

Harry's room was painted a medium brown color, although the walls were covered in Quidditch Posters and pictures of his friends, so there wasn't much paint to see. (He'd gone a little overboard with the posters, and he'd gotten so obsessed with the camera, Hermione and Ron had to scare him in submission by threatening him with the idea of being the future Colin Creevey)

Cheyenne's was entirely different. She'd painted her walls a combination of pale purples and blues, covered them with band and quidditch posters, and thrown bright pink, fuzzy pillows everywhere.

They had decided to decorate on their own, and show the rooms to their friends later. So the day before Halloween (it was a Friday) they cams over after dinner at school, and stayed the night.

For Harry's room, they had all been pleased with the results. Admittedly, it was still obviously a teenage boy's room, but they had to admit, Harry had a decent sense of style. Chyenne's room, however, was a different story. She opened the door and allowed everyone in. The first comment was a "Damn" from Aden. Then a "This is awesome!" From Hermione, a "Wicked" from Ron, and agreements from Ginny and Adah. Draco was the last to comment. "It's very colorful." He said awkwardly.

"Colorful. Do you like it?" Asked Chyenne.

"Yea..." He trailed off, and they let the subject drop. Chyenne made a mental note to ask him later.

The upstairs portion of both of their bedrooms had been converted into a connected room, which was still fairly plain. There were bookshelves along the walls, (Obviously, filled with books) and tables displaying pictures of their family from when they were younger. On one wall, towards the middle of the room, there were two large framed pictures. One was of the entire Potter family, (Lily, James, Harry and Chyenne) fifteen years ago. The other had been taken the week before. They were standing on the steps leading to the front door, all wearing expressions of happiness.

Lily and James came up and conjured up cots for everyone to sleep on in the upstairs room, and drew a curtain dividing the room in half- one side for the boys, the other for the girls.

Later that night, Chyenne and Draco snuck down to her bedroom. "So what do you really think?" Chyenne asked him.

"Honestly?" She nodded, worried that he hated it, judging by the look on his face. "I love the pillows."

"What?"

"The pink and fuzzy things. They're... Well, they're pink and fuzzy." Chyenne broke into a fit of hysterical laughter. "What? Did I say something wrong?"

"No. It's just I thought you like hated it or something."

"I couldn't hate it. It's yours."

"You're so sweet." She sighed and leaned against his chest. "This is so perfect. Don't you think Dray?"

"Dray? Where'd that come from?" He asked surprised.

"It's a nickname. I took off the 'co' part, so now it's Dray."

"Okay.. Um... Chy." He smiled, as he thought if the nickname. (She didn't tell him that she'd been called Chy by lots of people before him). "It is perfect though. We're together, and you seem to have gotten over your little identity crisis, Judging by your quidditch uniform."

Chyenne had had Potter written on her uniform, although people were still trying to adjust to her name change. "Yeah." She sighed contentedly. "I still can't believe that it's real. My life is finally prefect. The only thing, though..."

"What?"

"I'm worried it's too perfect to be true. What if it all gets ripped out from under us?"

"Don't think about that. It's not going to be. And if anything happens, you've got me."

"Yeah." After a moment of silence she went on. "You do know my parents aren't exactly ecstatic that we're going out, right?"

'Yeah, I've figured it out." He pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head, lingering there as he said "And I don't really care, either."