Molly was quick to show them to their rooms, smiling and fussing over the two of them. They were too thin or too quiet or too... something. Severus chose to block the fussing out, completely ignoring Hermione. He stepped nodded his thanks when she finally opened the door to his room. "What should I do about clothes?" he asked simply, looking at Mrs. Weasley. He couldn't wear his current clothes for his time here.

"Oh! I completely understand. I'll make sure to find you some before you go to bed," Molly said with a kind smile. "I'm sure one of the boys used to be the same size as you. Dumbledore sent a trunk full of things for you so there might be a few things in there. Go ahead and get settled. I'm going down to make dinner if you need anything." She turned to Hermione a moment later. "And your room is next door, dear. I'm sure you'll find everything you need. Please, help Severus if he needs anything."

He could see her nod slightly. "Of course, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said politely, giving the older woman a smile. "Thank you for all of this. I'm going to start putting my things up."

Mrs. Weasley smiled. "Thank you, dear," she said before bustling away downstairs to work on dinner.

Hermione turned to Severus. "If you need anything, feel free to ask without being an arse," she told him simply. She turned away to enter her room, not waiting to see what he said in answer.

Severus frowned slightly. He did deserve that. "How about we agree to be civil to each other? Since everyone knows a Slytherin and a Gryffindor can never get along," he said simply. They were going to be living in the same house and working together. He could be civil, but he would not be her friend. Friends from Gryffindor wouldn't work out. Everyone knew that, and he had learned that lesson painfully.

She turned and looked at him for a long moment. "Civil sounds good. Maybe I can show you that not all Gryffindors are prats, as you seem to think," she said calmly, offering him a hand to shake on it and keep the peace for now.

Raising an eyebrow, he took her hand. "People in general are typically prats. However, Gryffindors have a particular knack for being more of prats than others," Severus said simply. The Marauders were who he was basing that off of, but he didn't get along with most Gryffindors anyways. "Good luck proving me wrong. Few can."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well then. I will enjoy proving you wrong. Because not everyone is a prat if you can be polite in the first place," she said with a slight smirk. It was obvious she thought his words a challenge that she planned to accept and beat.

Severus sighed. "Bloody Gryffindors. Not everything is a challenge. Now excuse me while I unpack," he said simply and turned away, going in his room to unpack. He gave her a slight nod before closing the door for privacy.

He heard her door close a few moments later before going over to his trunk and searching through it. Maybe the old man, Dumbledore, had managed to pack him some decent clothes. He was scared to find out what Mrs. Weasley would bring back for him if there weren't any. He managed to find some clothes, which were actually decent. They were darker. Mostly black but there was some greens and a few white shirts. Just everyday clothes. Even some pajamas in green and silver...

Why did Dumbledore have all these things anyways? Did he constantly clothe students that were the same size as him?

He sighed and shook his head before changing into some regular clothes that he found. Black shirt and pants. Glancing in a mirror, he smirked. It looked good. It even fit correctly. He had always liked to wear darker colors, and now he didn't have to worry about wearing someone's hand-me-downs that would probably look horrendous.

Slowly going through the trunk, he waited to hear the call for dinner. There was several textbooks for him to continue his sixth year education as well as a few more that looked like they were supposed to be for reading for fun. Most of the titles were rather unappealing except for a few like Les Miserables. He put them on a bookshelf that was in the room before going about putting up the clothes. There was the occasionally eccentric shirt or pants, but most of the clothes were decent.

He was going through the last few thing in the trunk when he heard Mrs. Weasley call for dinner. He exited his room and almost ran into Hermione. "Watch your step," he commented, though it wasn't full of venom like it could have been.

Hermione snorted. "Only if you do. I was out here first," she said simply before walking by. "Dinner is ready, if you didn't hear. It's this way."

Severus sighed and shook his head. Well that was kind of civil. "I'm coming," he said, following her downstairs. "How many people live in this house?" There seemed to be a lot of bedrooms and he was curious. It wasn't friendly conversation, he told himself. Just simple curiosity. He would not be friends with a Gryffindor.

Hermione smirked slightly. "Six usually but Mrs. Weasley has seven children. Three of them don't live here," she said. "Though I'm not quite sure where the twins live so it might only be four that live here..."

Nodding slightly as they entered the kitchen, Severus took a seat on the opposite side of the table from Hermione. Maybe he could get through this meal without being fussed over by Mrs. Weasley or getting asked a ton of questions. He just wanted to eat and get to bed. It had been a long day and his headache from earlier was starting to come back.

Mrs. Weasley brought food to the table with a smile. "Now eat up you two. You're so thin. I would say they don't feed you but Ron always has enough food there," she said as she watched them each take some. "Don't be afraid to get seconds. Arthur should be home soon to eat and I can always make more for him."

Severus frowned slightly. "I couldn't eat all this in a week," he mumbled under his breath but not loud enough for her to hear. This was a ton of food. Especially since it seemed like they would be the only two eating for a moment.

Hermione heard him though. "It doesn't get any better. She always makes a lot," she told him quietly before digging in.

Dinner went by without a problem, and eventually they were left to do their own thing. That lead to Hermione reading comfortably in a chair in the living room while Severus looked around. They both eventually headed to bed, saying a short good night to each other. Severus was asleep in a matter of minutes after he curled up under the blankets, the day having worn him out. Tomorrow would be his first real day in this time.

(I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I'll try to update again tomorrow but it's bed time for tonight. Please review and tell me how I'm doing, good or bad.)