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The group managed to find some things in common, and ended up having a decent dinner. After dinner, as promised, a map appeared on their table. Together, they all found their way to a portrait of a woman, looking into a crystal ball.

Harry read out the password on the map, and they entered into a homey common room. The common room was grass green, with white trim. There was a chocolate brown furniture set of a large sectional couch, a love seat, and three arm chairs. There was a large study room, where they could all fit, and then a hallway, off of which were 10 doors, a name on each. They said their goodbyes, and goodnights, then all went into their separate bedrooms.

Draco found his room was Slytherin colours, and no matter what that may represent, he suddenly felt so much more at home. He had just changed into some pajama pants, and was getting to settle in his bed, when Blaise came in through the door.

"Can you believe this? I was looking forward to having my bed nice and close to Dallas Rivers this year, now that she wants me!" Blaise groaned, sitting in the chair in the corner of Draco's room.

"Yes, but it had to be done." Draco shrugged.

"Well no shit! I mean, take a look at my parent's house. It has been twenty-five years since they were here, and it is still covered in this same green and silver. Same with yours." Blaise laughed.

"It just sucks, because I loved the house cup and stuff."

"What will Quidditch be like now?"

"I don't know. I assume they'll find a way, but we've got to figure it out. This is new to everyone."

"Yeah. Funny how most kids got separated from their friends and stuff, but you and I still got in the same family." Blaise grinned. "And not to mention your girl Hermione, her best friend, and his girlfriend in our family too? That's kind of a crazy coincidence eh?"

"Shut up, Zabini."

"I didn't say it was a bad thing. I was just saying." He smirked.

"She isn't my girl. She never will be, and I just made sure she was with Potter, and Wealey. I had nothing to do with them being with us. That was all McGonagall. All right?"

"Draco, don't say that. She could be yours someday." But that only made Draco angry. He had accepted Harry's crap, but he wouldn't let his best friend tell him crap like that too. He whipped up his arm, showing the tattoo of the writhing snake on his wrist.

"Do you see this? Do you see this thing that marks me as His?" He hissed, both his voice and his face were full of menace and self-hate. "This is something that will keep her from ever loving me."

"Potter forgave you."

"Potter forgave me. He doesn't like me. We aren't friends."

"Well I'm sure…"

"I am sure you can get out of my room." Draco glared. Blaise hesitated a minute, but he knew he had already taken his friend too far, and without a word stood up, walking out. He only looked back when he shut the door behind him, but Draco had his face hidden in his hands, looking so tired of the world.

Draco wouldn't forget his anger, without help, Blaise decided. He knocked on the door, through which he knew Potter was.

Ginny sighed. She couldn't believe she was going to try and get Hermione and Malfoy together. She had hated him for years, and even wondered if Harry was impirused when he had said what he had said he thought Malfoy could pick up the pieces Hermione had fallen into after Ron, and put them back together just right. He had managed to persuade her out of the impirus theory, and brought it to her attention that Malfoy had changed. She glared at him from her spot on the bed, until he woke up.

Ever since the battle, she had found that she wanted to be around Harry at all times, and they had shared her bed in the Burrow or his in his flat. He woke with a smile finally, as if he sensed her glare. "Go talk girl talk with Hermione." He instructed. She kissed him on the cheek, the left for Hermione's room.

Of course the brunette was already dressed, and relaxing with a book in her chair. Hermione's room had definitely been personalized for her. The walls were covered in books of all sorts, and only had room for clothing in the cupboards under neither her bed. Ginny was positive Hermione loved it.

"Hey Gin." Hermione greeted.

"So many books!" Ginny groaned, pretending to faint, as she jumped on the bed. Hermione laughed, hugging the book she had been reading to her. "Have you noticed that Malfoy got cute over the summer?" she said, not waiting to get to the point as she bounced back up.

"Malfoy's always been cute." Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's his attitude that is the problem."

"Harry says he has changed."

"He has called me a mudblood ever since I met him."

"Maybe he is sorry."

"Yeah right. The day I hear Malfoy say I'm sorry, I will kiss the life out of him." Hermione snorted.

"You know, I think you should take that back." Ginny suggested. "Otherwise when he does, I'll hold you to it."

"Ginerva, do you know something I don't?" Hermione gave her best death glare. The one that Seamus Finnigun had sworn had killed the death eater he had been cornered by in the Battle.

"Absolutely nothing that I would care to tell you." Ginny grinned. "But I will take sympathy on you. I will not hold you to the 'life out of him' part of that." With that the redheaded girl skipped out of Hermione's room, satisfied in having made her friend curious enough, and into her room, where she locked the door behind her.