My chambers were absolutely amazing. I decided to set my password as Amortentia, nobody would think of it. It isn't something I would normally think about. Plus I wanted something short, not a huge Shakespeare quote. The plush carpet was a deep maroon, while the walls were a simple off white. The room wasn't overly lit, but it was light enough to read without straining my eyes. It was wonderful. I had a couch set with a love seat, a couch, and a normal wonderfully stuffed chair like the one the Gryffendors fight over in the Gryffendor common room. The couch set was a deep plum color, and looked absolutely inviting. I had a small dining room, with a table and four chairs all made from mahogany. Bookshelves lined the room, filled with exotic books and muggle books and fairy tales.
I didn't have any pictures, which was ok. Pictures in the wizarding world tended to talk and have minds of their own. I would have a portrait of my father in here though, just so I didn't have to go through the fairy change alone.
When I flopped down into the cushy chair by the fire, I dropped my face into my hands. Why did I kiss Malfoy? Why is this all happening to me?
"Ugh!" I groaned throwing my head back. A house elf popped in front of me, and left a tray of food for me, and left without saying a word. When I finished eating I decided to just go to bed. My bedroom was set up in quite the same manner, but I basically ignored it and just got into my night clothes and went straight to sleep. Still aggravated with myself for kissing Malfoy like that, and irritated with his lingering sent and taste.
"What's wrong, Hermione? Not a morning person?" I heard someone ask as soon as I came down from my bedroom. I turned around fast, whipping my wand out. But all I saw was a new portrait. And the owner of that voice was Snape himself.
"Not exactly." I lowered my wand. "So...Since you're calling me Hermione...What am I calling you? Because, no offense, but I already kind of have a dad, and I'm not comfortable with calling you that..."
To my disbelief, he actually laughed at me. "Severus is fine." My eyes widened, and irritatingly enough he laughed even more.
"I'm allowed to call you by your first name? You'd skin a student for that usually."
"Well for one, I don't exactly have access to a wand considering the fact that I'm only a painting, and for two...You're not a normal student, you are my daughter whether you are ready to admit that to yourself or not, it's true. And I'm not going to keep mistreating you since you know now."