Soon enough, our Head Boy and Girl arrived at the Headmistress' office, which had belonged to Albus Dumbledore himself previously. McGonagall must have enchanted the griffins differently. because instead of standing still and waiting for the password, it straight out asked for it.
"Password please," commanded the large griffin neutrally.
"In perpetuum," stated Hermione and Draco clearly, in unison.
As the stone griffin slowly turned to reveal a staircase, Hermione and Draco both wondered what they had gotten themselves into. As the made their way down the hallway to the Headmistress' office, they saw the portraits of headmasters past, one in particular standing out: Severus Snape. Their former Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, whom Hermione had despised her early Hogwarts' academic career. Until her fifth year, Hermione had no idea that Snape was a member of the Order of The Phoenix. She was still unnerved by him, not completely trusting. Draco had only found out about his father-figure of sorts after the demise of Voldemort, just before he was taken to be held in Azkaban.
While neither of them had ever been quite fond of Snape, he had made a lasting impact on their life. He kept Draco safe during the last two years, and for Hermione, he kept her know-it-all ways on her toes.
Keeping small talk to a minimum, Draco and Hermione were almost completely silent, which made for a uncomfortable walk to the Headmistress's quarters. As of late Hermione had been focused on such trivial things she normally wouldn't have given a second thought about, such as boys. A certain blond one, to be imprecisely precise, occupied her thoughts.
Draco, on the other hand, had been focused on the big picture lately. Everything was about his family, and as his father would have said it, "finding an heir to the Malfoy manor, name, and fortune." Luckily, Lucius Malfoy was long gone. Dead. Sleeping with the large squid. Kicked the bucket. Any way you want to say it, Draco's father was out of his hair, and Draco felt no remorse or grief for him. It was him who instilled false beliefs into Draco. It was him who made Draco terrified to go home after he 'let a mudblood best him in class, once again.' It was him who forced him to get the Dark Mark, worship old Voldy Pants, and it was him who made him the pompous prat he was for so long.
Just after the Battle at Hogwarts, Lucius had attempted to apparate from the grounds, not knowing that the Order had gotten the wards up and working once again. Now that he was out of the picture, Draco and his mother, Narcissa, were free to redeem what little, if any, reputation they had left. What you probably don't know is that Narcissa Malfoy—formerly Black—married Lucius for his family's status. She wanted to rebel just like Sirius, Andromeda, and Regulus, but she couldn't bring herself to disappointment her family and be excommunicated just as her siblings and cousins had.
Seeing as to how Hermione walked slightly in front of Draco, naturally she reached McGonagall's door sooner than him, and therefore, knocked on it before he had the chance, not that it was a race or anything immature like that. Still, Draco was slightly annoyed by her assuming the leader position.
A very disgruntled Minerva opened the heavy oak door, finding the Head students looking back at her. Smoothing her impeccable bun, she relaxed her face as she greeted them.
"Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy. To what do I owe the visitation?" The younger witch and wizards exchanged a knowing glance, and proceeded to brief the Headmistress on the issue. She was puzzled, knowing that she had seen the dorm with two separate quarters before term started. Perhaps the room had changed in preparation for its occupants? But why? Allowing them to escort her to the tower, she pondered the questions she had