DISCLAIMER:

I would like to say that I own none of these characters. I would also like to thank J.K. Rowling for creating them. Furthermore I would like to say that this was written before the Seventh book and therefore some of the characters and details may not be accurate to the series. This is only fictional writing and not based on any life experiences.

Thanks again for the reviews. Saw a minor flaw. Seems I put Seamus in muggle studies. Scratch that! Seamus will be replacing the ghost teacher (Professor Bins was it?) in History of Magic. 

Animefrk101 : cliffhangers are the best. Gets you ready for the next chapter. It convinced me to keep writing, lol.

-Phoenix-

+As if McGonagall had read Harry's mind, she cleared her throat and said, "Now I suppose you are all wondering why I chose you as our new professors?"

All conversation stopped and everyone leaned in subconsciously. Hagrid and his date managed to slip out and the room was silent. Tenseness and excitement filled the air and Harry was listening with all his might. McGonagall began to speak.+

"Before I continue, I would like to say that I am disappointed you lot were late. We were supposed to discus this over lunch. However, I accept that Hagrid intercepted you and you lost track of time as I am sure happened." McGonagall said in a clipped tone. Softening her expression, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes before continuing; "Our students for the past five years have been talking nonstop of the Hogwarts Heroes as they are now calling you lot. They have no respect for their teachers and demand to know your history and every detail of your everyday lives from the battle foreword. We have not been able to keep a professor in any of your designated subjects since Dumbledore's death. Now, I have discussed lightly with each of you what your subject pertains. I am sure you all remember your own times here and know the lessons and the activities. Please know that I expect the highest of you. You are our last hope at teaching the students. All I ask is that you amuse them by integrating your lives into your lessons. Give examples of what you went through to enhance the lessons." McGonagall finished her speech and held her fingers up to her mouth in a strangely Dumbledore-esque fashion.

"Professor-"Harry began but was cut off my McGonagall.

"Please Harry, Call me Minerva."

"Right, Minerva, I still don't understand. What we are doing in basically signing autographs and having a year long public exposure?" Harry responded, slightly miffed.

"No, you are teaching. The students have declared that you are the best people to learn from because you actually fought Voldemort and defeated him along with everyone around this table. They have respect for you. The other professors did not have this advantage as they are all old and went into hiding." McGonagall responded, setting her hands on the table.

Hermione almost raised her hand to speak but lowered it. "Minerva, are, uh, all of us returning?" She asked quizzically.

"Yes dear, I am waiting for a few others to arrive. If the person you are wondering about happens to be Malfoy, he too is coming." McGonagall said with a slight annoyed tilt in her voice. "Ginny, your post as Potions Master is being traded to Draco. You are now in charms. Luna here is our Care of Magical Creatures Professor and Lavender has taken over Divination. Hagrid would like to just be gamekeeper it seems. Cho Chang will be arriving tomorrow to replace Madame Hooch. Now of course more of you will be arriving and replacing posts. However, I wanted you lot here first to get a run of the school. If you will excuse me, I must attend to urgent letters from the Minister and parents." McGonagall left the table and the room in a sweep.

The group looked at one another; slight shock was seen in everybody's faces. Lavender cleared her throat, excused herself, glanced at Harry and left the room. Ron groaned and held his stomach while Hermione rolled her eyes. Ginny looked at Harry and raised her eyebrow.

"Well, now that this has been explained… lets explore" Said Seamus. He bounded up and jogged toward the men's dormitories. Harry looked over at Ron who shrugged and got up, struggling after him. Harry, Neville and Dean excused themselves and followed. Harry walked slowly through the maze of corridors. Each room had the teacher's name on it on a gold tablet with fancy script. Ron's was The first on the left. Harry put his head inside and looked around. It was fairly spacious with a king sized four poster bed and red and gold duvet. All the wood was mahogany, including the wall paneling separating the closet and bathroom from the bedroom. There was a small sitting area with fireplace and bookshelves, full to the brim with muggle books. The desk already had parchment and a full supply of quills at the ready. Ron was unpacking and had a huge grin on his face. Neville, Seamus, and Dean's rooms were much alike with differentiating color schemes. Harry saw his was across from Draco's in the far back of the hallway.

Harry tried to open Draco's door to see what it would look like, but the door would not budge. He shrugged and turned to his own. It was warm from the fire blazing and he realized that his room was much larger than the others. He was standing in a Gryffindor sized common area with double fireplaces and loads of bookshelves. There were comfy leather couches and lounge chairs with green pillows. The Gryffindor symbol was above one fireplace, a coat of arms over the other. He walked through double doors to reveal a vast bedroom. A magnificent mahogany four poster canopy bed was against one wall, green drapery's and duvet. Another private desk with owl perch was against one wall, a dresser and long mirror against another. The entrance to his closet sowed that all of his robes and clothes were neatly hung and steamed. There were two identical wool blankets against the far wall that could only mean Kreacher and Dobby had followed him. He stepped out of the closet and into his bathroom.

The moment he stepped in, he knew there was a charm on his rooms to make them seem large, but stay inside the confines of the architecture. The bathroom was much like the prefects bathroom. A large marble bath tub took up most of the space, an assortment of gold nozzles around the entire edge with different labels. A glass enclosure showed a shower. There was a long counter with a sink, a mirror above it. He looked for the most important item, and found his toilet hidden behind what looked to be a tapestry, but was actually painted stone. He laughed out loud and his voice echoed around him. He heard a knock on the main door and walked toward it.

Opening the door, he found Ginny staring at him, hands on her hips. "Well, I think this place is a bit colder than your hose but it will have to do. Do I get to see what your room looks like?" she said, trying desperately to look over his shoulder into the great room.

"It very well could be a house, if only there was a kitchen and another bedroom." He responded. Moving to the side, he held up his left arm and showed her in. She gasped and walked in, looking all around her. She felt the leather couches as she strolled up to the book cases. She walked toward the double doors leading to his bedroom and glanced over her shoulder, giving a questioning gaze. He nodded and followed her, hands in his pockets. Again she gasped, and ran over to feel the duvet cover. She promptly fell on his bed and rolled around like a little girl. Harry laughed.

"Oh Harry this place is magnificent! I could stay in here all day" she said, sighing and closing her eyes.

"I don't mind," Harry said while he leaned against his bathroom doorway. Realizing what he said, he tried to explain "I mean, well, your company is always so pleasant and I, I mean, uh" he gave up.

Ginny laughed and walked over to him. She kissed him on the cheek. "I better get to bed. McGonagall wants those lesson plans tomorrow. See you at breakfast" She walked out of his bedroom and closed the doors. He heard his main door shut and fell on his bed. He half expected Ron or Hermione to show up, but knew they were, uh, acquainting each other to their new respective places. Ginny would have surley made over her room by the next morning and while Harry was thinking about her re-doing his house, he promptly fell asleep.

Well, there you have it. I know it's short, but oh well. Hopefully a few things were cleared up. What is up with Lavender? And why won't Ginny and Harry just get together already? R&R. More to come!