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Chapter 2
"Here we are, Miss Granger," Albus Dumbledore stated as they reached the darkest part of the dungeons, "your new home. One of the house-elves will bring your belongings down from Gryffindor Tower directly."
"Should you need anything, Miss Granger," Snape interjected, "my rooms are right down the hall." He pointed at a portrait a few doors down. "The password is wolfsbane, should you need it. I trust that I will not be interrupted except for emergencies." Sneering, he turned on one heel and stalked into his rooms, slamming the portrait behind him with a resounding thud.
Finding Albus gone, Hermione turned to explore her rooms. She noticed that there was no portrait guarding her door. Apparently apprentices aren't good enough for protection the way staff members are, she thought to her self.
She set her hand on the cool doorknob and turned it, slowly pushing the door open into the room. Right away, she found herself in a small room that could pass as a living room or a study. Off on her right sat a fireplace with a desk on one side and a large bookshelf opposite it.
She gasped as her feet sank in to a luscious, shaggy carpet. Looking down, she saw that it was maroon colored, and sat over a hard-wood floor. I guess Professor Dumbledore knows me quite well. How else could he have known this was my favorite color.
She looked up and saw a window seat nestled between two bookcases even taller than the first she'd seen. "How do they have a window in the dungeons?" she wondered aloud. Then she remembered Harry's description of the windows in the Ministry of Magic from her fifth year. "They're charmed to look like they're outside windows, Hermione. It's really quite impressive. Mr. Weasley said that every once in a while they even get a storm!" She winced as Harry's voice filled her mind.
Turning left, she found still more bookshelves, and a door, presumably leading to the rest of her quarters. Hesitantly, because she had never had such a big place to herself before, she walked over to the door. Placing her hand on the handle, she pushed it open and found herself in a modestly long hallway. At least, it's long for only one person, she thought.
She walked down the hall and peered into the first door on her left. It was a deep blue room with a large four poster bed with deep purple hangings. It's just like Professor Snape's, she thought. Near the foot of the bed sat a wardrobe. Opening the mahogany doors, she found that all of her clothes had been brought down already.
Near the right hand side of the bed sat a small table, just the right size for her night things. It was made out of the same wood as the wardrobe, and the bed, she noticed.
She picked herself up off of the bed and walked back to the hall. Across from her room, she found a small kitchenette. It's just the size to make a cup of tea, or a small meal when I'm too busy to get to the Great Hall. Leaving the kitchen, she turned to the mysterious door at the end of the hallway.
Opening this door, she found herself in a huge bathroom painted a deep green-blue. A large black marble tub immediately grabbed her attention. It's just like the Prefect's tub, she thought. And it was; it was just as large and had as many, if not more, handles coming out of the sides.
There was a large sink with a toilet next to it off to the right, but neither excited her as much as the tub had. "Oh, I can't wait to try that out!" she remarked. She then noticed the cold tile floor under her feet.
A knock resounded through her quarters.
"I'm coming!" she called.
Opening the door, she saw that it was Professor Dumbledore. "Hello, Miss Granger. I trust that your rooms are to your liking?"
"Oh, of course, Professor. They are just wonderful. I wish Ginny could have seen them..." She cast her eyes down as she said this.
"I just wanted to make sure you were settling in nicely. I'm glad you enjoy the rooms. If you need anything changed, please inform myself, Professor Snape, or one of the house elves, and they can fix it for you."
"Thank you, Professor." He strode out, closing the door behind him. Excited she turned to the pregnant bookshelves, eager to lighten their load.
"Hmm, 'On the Brewing of Potions,' 'Advanced Potions Ingredients and Where to Find Them,' 'Potions Theory,' 'Lead to Gold, Water to Wine: A Discourse on Alchemy and its History,' they all sound so good." She plucked the ingredients book from the shelf and sat down on the window seat. Just then, another knock sounded from the door.
"What, do they think I'll get into trouble like a first year?" she muttered under her breath. "I'm coming," she shouted, rather exasperated.
Opening the door again, she found herself staring at Professor Snape. "Professor, what can I do for you?" she asked.
"Nothing yet, Miss Granger. I was merely here to inquire as to how your rooms suited you."
"Professor Snape! Are you really caring for me?"
"Not at all, Miss. I am merely concerned with how well my apprentice is provided for."
"Oh, then. I am just fine, thank you."
"Good. I will be leaving, then. Should you need anything, I can be found just across the hall."
He turned on his heel and stalked across the hall, keeping strictly in Snape form.
"Hmph," she snorted, "I wonder what that was all about."
Deciding to ignore it, she turned and settled back into her book.