"Ready to see the library?" He asked, smirking as a large grin spread across her face. He had already known she would want too, which was exactly why he had saved it for last on the tour of the bottom floor.

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Hermione gasped as Draco threw open the doors of the library with a flourish. She had never seen such a large private library. Books upon books, both muggle and magical, lined the walls and shelves. It was quite the sight. Several couches and chairs were placed throughout the rooms, along with tables, making cozy little reading areas. "Did he inherit all these books or were they his?" She asked, knowing full-well that at least a third of them had to belong to her professor.

"It was only half-full before he added his own." Draco explained. "And all the muggle books are his."

Hermione was excited, maybe she'd be able to pass the time by reading. If she stuck herself in a cozy little corner and did nothing but read, she couldn't possibly anger anyone. She already had a few ideas of which books she'd start out reading first. She could read a lot more this summer than she usually could, as there would be no one bothering her or yelling at her. She had been fawning over the library when Draco spoke up again.

"Let me show you the basement..."

She reluctantly left the room to follow him as he lead her to a door. She was expecting the basement to be gloomy, because something had to be. But she was proven wrong yet again. As she walked down the rickety, rail-less stairs she took in an inviting classroom on one side, and a potions lab on the other. There was also another door that was left open-revealing a laundry room. It was bizarre- it was the exact opposite of Snape's classroom at Hogwarts. She was sure she looked a fool with her mouth hanging open, but Draco said nothing snarky.

"You'll have to be careful on those steps." He warned her. "Severus is always saying he'll put up rails- but he never does." The tone in his voice suggested that he had fallen down the steps one to many times, and Hermione took care to note his advice. The stairs did look rickety, and they were steep and narrow.

"Why is there a classroom?" She asked, gesturing at the other half of the room where a few desks and tables and a chalkboard were located.

"Oh, I like to keep my mind sharp- even during the summer. Severus agreed to help me out. He and Albus tutor me sometimes, when I ask. Severus's been tutoring me since before I could talk."

Hermione was curious as to why Draco felt so comfortable calling the grown men by their first names. But it wasn't her place to ask.

"So he is your godfather?" She asked, following him back up the steps. It had been assumed by all that this was the case, but she was always one to like knowing for sure.

Draco nodded, as he lead back into the living room where Dumbledore was now snoring softly. "More than that." He muttered, leading her up the staircase where she had first spotted him. He gestured at a hallway filled with doors. "This is the second-floor, there isn't anything really special in any of these rooms." He pointed out a few select doors. "Those are bathrooms." He barely stopped before he lead her up the steps to the third floor. This hallway had a few less rooms, but judging by the double-doors that each room did have, they were much bigger.

"That's Severus's room." Draco pointed at a door at the end of the hallway, that rested on its own wall. "I'd show you inside, but I'm not sure yet if he'd like that." He pointed out a door on the long wall, kitty-corner from Snapes. "That's my room." He explained. "And I'd let you look but it's a bit...messy." He admitted, before gesturing at the end of the hall at a door that was on its own wall as well. "That room is Albus's...Come on." He lead her to the door, before pushing it open quietly.

Hermione was shocked that Dumbledore had his own room at Snapes, but she was not shocked at the room itself, or how it was decorated. It was blatantly colorful and flamboyant, and if Draco hadn't told her that it was the headmasters, she would have been able to guess.

"Alright." Draco lead her out into the hallway again, taking care to make sure Dumbledore's room was shut tightly. "That door is locked nearly all the time." He pointed at a door in the center of the hall. "Severus uses that room when he's experimenting with magic and stuff." He pointed at another door that was that was left open, revealing a mini-owelry. "It's pretty obvious what that room is for. Just remember that that window in there is always kept open so the owls can get in. It's charmed so the rain and cold can't come through." Draco pointed at a desk in the center of the surprisingly pristine owlery. "That's where the mail is dropped off every time."

"So..." Draco pointed out at a door directly opposite his room. "That is going to be your room naturally." He shoved open the door, to reveal a beautiful room. She was pleased when she noticed her trunk was already at the foot of the bed. She marveled at the king bed, and the thick silken blankets and dozens of pillows. The carpet was soft as she made her way to a door, opening it to reveal a huge walk-in closet. She quickly hurried to the other door- opening it to reveal a grand bathroom. She gasped- it was as nice as those at Sirius's. It had a huge tub, with dozens of faucets, and she couldn't wait to soak. There was also a walk in shower, and she knew for fact that it was the kind that shot water from all directions. There was a large mirror above the expansive sink, and a chair she could sit on while she combed out her hair. Heading out into her room again she noticed a large vanity with a stool set in front. She grinned...this was every girls dream. And true, she was not really a girly girl, but what girl couldn't love a room like this?

"This is amazing..." She breathed, molesting the blankets on her bed. They were so soft.

"There's one more thing I want to show you."

Hermione doubted it could top the library or her bedroom, but she followed Draco out into the hall and into the owlery. He walked to a corner of the room before pulling on a string to reveal steps that lead up into the attic. He lead the way up the steps, and Hermione gasped when she saw what the attic housed. It was an artists dream. Various paintings and sculptures were displayed, while the ones in progress sat ready to be finished. She looked at Draco. "Are these yous?"

Draco scoffed. "No, they're Severus's."

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Severus had easily found the kitty, and he had returned in less than twenty minutes. He had been speaking with Albus, the cat purring happily in his lap, when Hermione and Draco finally resurfaced. He was pleased to see the girl seemed happy, while he wasn't going to be overly-affectionate he wasn't going to set out to make her life hell. Albus could think what he wanted, he was not going to 'adopt' Hermione like he had 'adopted' Draco. Draco was a different story...he had loved the child as soon as he had laid eyes on him. Hermione would simply a guest, a niece-like surrogate at most. That was all.