A/N: The last chapter was really short: sorry. I'll try and make this one longer, but I'm not making any promises. I honestly still only have a SLIGHT idea of where I'm going with this, andddddd yeah. So I'm welcome to ideas. You'll be given credit, of course.

Thanks. And I like to write these after 1 am. So sorry. If it sucks. .

After about 5 minutes, she looked behind her and didn't see him anywhere. Therefore, she walked slowly. Well she only walked slowly because she was going somewhere she wasn't necessarily looking forward to going to. And it wasn't really even that. It was just that she didn't want to be in the Great Hall anymore, but she definitely didn't want to be in close quarters with him. And it wasn't even that either. She just didn't want to tell him the whole truth. And it wasn't even that. She just didn't want to deal with his reaction.

His reaction. Well, that could be difficult to place. He has been much friendly to her lately, but obviously that had much to do with her status as the Dark Lord's one and only daughter. The Dark Lord's one and only pureblood daughter.

It's not like she had changed her looks or anything. No one actually remembered what Tom Riddle actually looked like, and those who did, like Dumbledore, would have never tied the two polar opposites together. Especially when she had two loving parents at home.

But back to his reaction. He could either be insanely angry, or he could be happy. Or he could be indifferent. So that narrows it down. Her first choice would be indifferent. It'd better him not caring than being with her and all over her all the time.

And it would be better than angry, because no matter how little she wants to admit it to herself; she wouldn't want him to be angry. But if she had to pick between angry or happy, obviously she would pick happy. Hugs are better than death glares.

Before she knew it, even with her slow walk, she arrived at the portrait. She muttered the password and entered the room. Her eyes had been closed due to the dull ache that was slowly taking over the better part of her head.

But as she slowly opened her eyes, a small gasp couldn't help but escape from her mouth. Around her was a dark red room. Not Gryffindor maroon, but blood, dark, red. The fireplace was dark marble with cherry wood fixings. The couch was an ivory color with perfectly matching pillows. There were two dark brown leather chairs surrounding the couch, with a couple small cherry wood coffee tables. Farther down in the room, there was a shelf of books. At least she'd be able to spend her time here, instead of the place where Harry and Ron always looked for her, the library.

To her right, there was a full sized kitchen, equip with everything they could ever need, everything from a refrigerator to a juicer. Not to mention the cupboards that automatically filled themselves with whatever they wanted.

To her left, there was a winding staircase that led to an upstairs. She followed the staircase until she met a hallway that looked relatively long. The floor was dark cherry wood, matching with the downstairs theme. She walked down the hallway, which was quite wide for a hallway, the side next to the staircase being just a railing so you could see the room below, and the other wall covered in various paintings.

The first door she encountered appeared to be his, due to the large "D" on the doorframe. She opened the door and peaked in. Slytherin colors. Surprise there. But not…ugly. It was tasteful.

The next door was hers, due to the large "H" on the doorframe. She walked in. It wasn't in Gryffindor colors, like she expected. It was in a deep plum color. The furniture wasn't cherry wood like the others, but it was a very dark wood. She had a small bookcase for personal books, a full closet, and two dressers. The carpet was plush ivory.

The walls had pictures of her and friends from home, a few posters of bands, and another picture of her as a little girl.

She walked through her room gazing over everything. She walked past the bed, which was at least a queen size, that had an ivory bed spread with occasional purple flowers which matched the walls perfectly, but not too girly. Just…normal.

She reached a door to which she hoped led to a bathroom, and sure enough it did. She opened the door and saw the biggest bathroom she had ever laid eyes on. The tub was surely large enough to fit at least four people, and the counter which was the length of the wall, held not one, but three sinks. There was a small wall built up, where the toilet was.

She walked out of the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Obviously, there was another door connecting to his room. So, they'd be sharing a bathroom. That'd be nothing compared to what else they'd be sharing.

As soon as she made it to the first step, she heard the portrait closing again. He was here. She walked down the stairs slowly.

"What do you think of the room?" She asked lightly.

"It's alright. It will be fine. For school."

She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well, I happen to like it a lot."

"I'm not saying it's not nice. It's very nice. Calm down."

She sighed and landed at the bottom of the steps. She made her way over to the plush ivory couch located directly in front of the fireplace, which was casually flickering shadows on the wall behind her.

She sat down and looked at him. He sat down next to her. She sighed. Now would be the perfect time to tell him, right?

"Hey…Draco. I, I mean. Well, I haven't told you the whole story," she sputtered. She couldn't lose her composure. She was above him, right? In the back of her mind she knew it wasn't true, nothing really really made her above him, but she could think it.

"What else is there, are you marrying my dad or something?" He said with a small grin on his face.

"No. You."

She stared directly into his eyes as she told him. Yes, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger…well Riddle…were getting married.

This was obviously the first time he had heard this news, and he was slightly shocked to say the least. He stared into the fire in front of them. Despite her consistent cool composure, she was nervous of how he was going to react. She was ringing her hands while watching his profile for a changing expression.

Sure, he was…confused. But would it really be that bad? Probably not, it's not like she was how she used to be. She wasn't a mudblood anymore. She was the Dark Lord's daughter. She was powerful. Of course, he wasn't used to having a woman who was more powerful than him, or who could even construct a whole sentence while speaking. And of course, it's not like she would be more powerful than him, she'd just be powerful, too, right?

Of course. She wouldn't want all the responsibility and he didn't want all the responsibility. And they were both completely liable people. Maybe this would work out. It wouldn't be terrible, that's for sure. She's still smart and headstrong, but she's not insufferable anymore.

He looked at her and replied, "Well, I guess we can make it work then, can't we?"

Hermione stared and him and grinned. She was really happy this didn't take any convincing. After all, her father told her that she had to convince him. This couldn't be forced.

He grinned and said, "Is there any other minor detail you forgot to tell me?"

"Ha. Ha."

For the remainder of the night, they sat on the couch trading stories about their childhoods, about random funny stories about friends or classes, just about everything.

By the end of the night, the fire had been reduced to nothing and the room was dark. She couldn't believe he was fine with this. She couldn't believe she was fine with this. She was fine with spending time with him. She was fine with marrying him. And by the looks of it, it seemed he was okay with it, too.

A/n: It's 2:20 am. And I'm tired. I'm pretty sure this chapter is longer. I'm listening to some AFI. Random fact of the evening/morning.