"My ancestor had a portrait made..." Draco swallowed nervously. "I wouldn't suggest going to him if you weren't odd." He walked unself conscious of anything watching to his closet and motioned to her, Hermione stood following him. A rather avid look overtook his face as she went to him, taking his hand as he opened his closet to whatever he wore when not at Hogwarts. Hermione assumed more robes and formal ones at that, which left her snorting and getting a look as she recalled Ron’s hand-me-down dress robes from their first Yule ball. Draco gave her a look as he carefully pocketed a golden key as if it were a portkey. 