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Told in Drabbles of at Least 100 words, Max 1000 words.

"And this is your room," Hermione announced kindly. The dark haired boy strode in the room, his 10-year-old feet not even making a single creak as he moved smoothly across the wooden furnished boards. Tom was as usual, speechless. When he first saw the small house from the outside, he didn't know what to think. Small was the only word that came to mind. However, that one word flew out the window once they stepped inside. Magic, was the next pop up word. The house seemed to stretch to the limit as they walked inside. It was huge, nothing at all like the outside.

"Tom," Tom held in a cringe at the sound of his name as he slowly turned his head toward his...well he wasn't quite sure what to call her, this woman standing before him. Her hands clasped in front of her in nervousness, waiting for his presumed judgment of the overall place.

Hermione held in a frown as he merely turned back around and was seemingly staring into space. Hermione bit her lip. This wasn't what she expected.

"I know the walls are plain now, but we will paint it. Any color you wish." Still nothing from the small child. Hermione assumed this was going to be tough, but this won't stop her from getting to know this boy...her son. Hermione inwardly smiled at the thought. She like those words...her son.

"Tom," he didn't turn to her this time. "I have a surprise for you. Please close your eyes." Tom did turn to her this time and faced her fully. Was that a glint of light in his dull green eyes? She hoped so.

"Okay, before I show you, you must close your eyes."

If Hermione didn't know better, he seemed to be struggling to appease her. As if she was requesting a ridicules notion, and she should just present to him what she was going to show him. She faked sighed deciding baiting him was the only solution. "Well I guess if you don't want it..."She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence as she watched him close his eyes.

She slowly walked towards him and waved her small hands in his face. "No peeking now," she said playfully and his response was to softly huff, and cover up his closed eyes with his hands.

Hermione grinned and led him from the shoulders to a corner in the room. She then tapped the corner with the tip of her shoe where the two walls met and it opened. She led the boy in the room and Tom knew the shift in the air was completely different. He could just tell that by the feel of the room it was huge. It smelled of must and it smelled of...paper?

"Alright stand here...annnddd open your eyes." She couldn't help but say giddily. She hoped with all her heart that this would make him...happy, Merlin forbid even smile.

A few seconds ticked by and he opened his green eyes. Hermione saw his eyes widen slightly, and she swore she heard an intake of breathe.

"It's," he stopped.

"It's a library," she clasped her hands in excitement. "It's actually my very own personal library." Books were everywhere. There were books lain along the walls and even the ceilings where books hung by strings and compartments. She then bent down next to him. "And it's yours if you want it. Whatever you wish to read, you can."

Hermione heard him this time take a deep breath. She saw him take it all in and look everywhere. His eyes not wanting to miss anything.

"It's," he spoke again.

"Dear," Hermione's husband spoke from downstairs. "Will you help me set the table while I finish the food"?

"Coming dear! I'll see you downstairs for dinner, "as she exited the room.

Tom stood still for a few more moments and then finished his sentence from before.

"It's perfect."