Catherine's POV
Heading to the Eighth Year tower was interesting. Interesting in the fact that it was Hermione and Blaise showing Draco and I where it was after dinner, which had gone as well as lunch had. And walking into the common room made my nose scrunch.
"Really?" I asked as I walked in and looked at everything. It was divided into four. Each section for each house, and it wasn't done evenly. Slytherin's spot was literally a couch and a table with four chairs, with the decor of the Slytherin common room. Gryffindor, having the most students returning, took up a majority of the room, and the fireplace.
"Not surprised." Draco sneered as he went and sat on the couch in the Slytherin part.
"No. This is not how I'm spending my Eighth year." I said as I pulled out my wand.
"Cat, what are you doing?" Hermione asked as I began to wave my wand.
"Re-decorating. McGonagall wanted house unity. This." I motioned to the room. "Is not going to help support it. Just trust me." I said as I continued to silently transfigure the room. Everyone jumped off the furniture they had been sitting at, grabbing homework as tables levitated briefly before shiting shape and color if needed. As well as the blasted floor. Once I was done, everything was different, more or less.
The floor was split in two, a brown, warm carpet, and a stone in a matching color, walls purple, furniture a mix of soft, black leather couches, and more comfortable white, fluffy ones, each with an assortment of house themed throw pillows and blankets. Tables remained the same, each wall had house banners, and above the fireplace was a portrait of all the students and others we had lost, all our friends in the battle that sacrificed themselves. When I put my wand away, I was smiling.
"That's how you do house unity." I said. Everyone looked around the new room, and a few stared at the new addition above the fireplace.
"You included everyone." The Hufflepuff that had hexed me in potions earlier said.
"I couldn't just leave someone out. That would be an insult to their memory. And if it becomes too much, there's a soft black curtain to close over it, so they're still there, but respected as they deserve to be." I said as I turned to the portrait. "It's just sad that they can't respond to us."
"Cat." Hermione said softly as she looked around the room. "It's beautiful." She smiled as she turned to me. "Where did you-"
"Room of Requirement bedroom colors." Seamus said with a nod. "Nice." He said before grabbing a Gryffindor throw pillow and sitting on one of the white fluffy couches. "Oh these are so comfortable."
"Oh, the black ones are too!" A RavenClaw said happily. Draco looked around the room, before he locked eyes with me, giving me a 'come hither' look. I did so happily and he pulled me into a kiss.
"You're brilliant, have I ever told you that?" He asked as he pulled me onto the once Slytherin black couch that was now a fluffy white. I giggled as I fell into his lap.
"Don't think so, but please, do continue to compliment me." I said, watching Draco's face melt into a little smile, since his back was to the rest of the room and the others couldn't see it.
"You're beautiful." Draco whispered, gently cupping my face. "And I can't think of anyone I'd rather be in love with than you." My jaw dropped slightly, and I know my eyes teared up.
"Oh, Draco." I whispered, before wrapping myself around him and pressing my lips to his.
"You two done yet?" Pansy asked as she watched. I pulled away long enough to say no, before bringing my lips to Draco's again. The room went back to how it was before I came in, only with a warmer feeling. Friends talking, regardless of house, and were working on homework together. I heard someone clear their throat next to Draco and I, we had stopped snogging and just went to me cuddling in his lap. We turned to see Harry standing there.
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Riddle Me This
FanfictieCatherine Alice Riddle-Smith, daughter of Voldemort, raised by her maternal grandparents, is starting Hogwarts. Watch her grow through the years, dealing with the returnings of her father, prejudices, and what's this? Love? Well even in the darkest...