A/N: Lumos. Hey There:) You just stumbled upon a pretty awesomely huge Harry Potter Fan! I've read Deathly Hallows 11 times:) Anyway this is my first FanFic story ever and of course it has to be Harry Potter:) I hope you like it and please review! Keep in mind, Ron and Hermione are not friends with harry so they are kinda mean to him in the beginning.
~PrettyInPINK677 :)
Summary: What would happen if Ron and Hermione all were in Slytherin instead of Gryffindor and befriended Draco becoming Death Eater's? Is it too late for them to turn back to the good? Is it too late for Draco to tell Hermione his true feelings for her? Or will Ron get in the way? Hermione/Draco Harry/Ginny Some Ron/Hermione.
The First-Year students walk slowly and carefully up the stone steps of Hogwarts, taking in every bit they can before they get sorted into their classes.
Hermione admires every single detail completely awed. "Everything is just like in my book." She feels as if there are eyes on her. She looks through the crowd of other students and finds that no one is looking at her.
She looks curiously away.
An Older looking woman walks up and smiles. "Welcome to Hogwarts! I am Professor McGonagall. And if you follow me we will get you sorted into your houses."
She turns and walks through to grand doors and all the kids look up at the ceiling with 'Ooo's and Awe's'. She walks up a few more steps and turns looking at the kids.
"When I call your name you will come up, I will place the hat on your head, and you will be placed into your houses."
"Draco Malfoy." She calls. The young blonde boy walks smugly up to the stool and takes a seat.
"Slytherin!" The sorting hat yells, even before the hat touches his head. Slytherin house cheers as he walks quickly over smirking in triumph.
"Hermione Gene Granger." Hermione's heart beats quicker and quicker as she slowly walks up to the stool pushing her skirt underneath her.
"Interesting..." The hat chants after a moment. "Plenty of Knowledge...Slytherin!" Her heart drops a bit. She had her mind set on joining Gryffindor.
Either way, they're both good houses... She thinks to herself taking a seat on the bench.
"Ronald Bilious Wesley." The uncertain red-head sits on the stool. "Another Wesley...If I put you in the same house as the rest of your family that wouldn't be very interesting...Better be...Slytherin."
Ron trudges over to the bench and sits next to Hermione.
"I'm Malfoy...Draco Malfoy." The blonde boy says offering his hand out to Hermione at first. She smiles shaking it. "Nice to meet you, I'm Hermione Granger."
"I'm Ron...Ron Wesley." Ron says quietly looking over at them. Draco's lip goes up in a sneer at him.
Hermione smiles. "Nice to meet you." They all look back at the sorting hat.
"Harry Potter." She calls and Draco leans closer to Hermione. "I don't know why everyone thinks he's so great." Hermione looks over at Harry and doesn't see anything amazing about him. She nods looking back at Draco.
"Gryffindor!" The hat cries and everyone cheers. He gives a glance over towards the Slytherin table and looks quickly away.
4 Years later
"Hey Hermione wait up!" Harry Potter calls running after her.
She looks back and sighs groaning. "What do you want Potter?" He looks down. "Well you seemed to get the whole assignment thing due tomorrow and I didn't could you explain it?"
"And what makes you think that I would ever help you?" She snaps starting to walk away.
"Hey!" He calls after her. She sighs slowing down. "Just because you're a Slytherin and friends with Malfoy, doesn't mean...you have to be one of them."
She sighs before walking faster down the hallway and far away from him.
"Hermione!" Ron smiles as she sits next to him in the common room. "Hey." She responds.
"What is it?" Ron asks quietly. "That Harry Potter tried to befriend me in the hallway today."
"Hermione!" Pansy smiles sitting down next to her. "Hey!" She smiles. "So...Do you think Draco would mind if I dated someone from like...Gryffindor."
She smirks. "Depends on who it is...Well out with it." Pansy smiles looking down. "Uhm...Harry Potter?" Ron spits out his Pumpkin juice from his mouth gasping. "Are you mental?"
Pansy rolls her eyes looking away. Hermione looks away biting her lip. "Ron's right..." "Please Hermione! He'll listen to you!" Hermione. "I could try." "Yay! Thanks Hermione!" Pansy smiles walking off.
Ron moves closer and closer to Hermione but Draco sits right in between the two of them.
She smiles. "Hey Draco...Uhm...I have to talk to you about something..." He turns to her. "What is it?" Hermione sighs. "Pansy wanted to..." He cuts her off.
"Yeah I know already...She wants to date some loser Gryffindor right? Who is it?" She sighs biting her lip. "Harry Potter." His eyes widen and his face gets red. "Harry Potter? Why the hell would she date that loser?" Hermione shrugs. "He talked to me today and he seems like a pretty sweet guy."
Draco's mouth hangs open. "You talked to him!" She shakes her head. "No he talked to me." Draco gasps. "Hermione! You can never talk to him again! Do you know what could happen?"
He grabs her hand taking her into the broom closet. "Hermione! We already sweared our allegiance to the Dark Lord." Draco says his name softly. Hermione pulls her hand harshly away. "You mean you did...I don't know if that's what I want Draco..."
Draco face goes hurt. "Think about who's side you're on..." Hermione goes to take his hand but he pulls away. "Draco..." Hermione whispers. "You can't choose both of us you know...Only one...Is it gonna be me...Or him." She gasps looking lost and not knowing what to do.
"Draco! Voldemort is evil...He kills innocent people." Hermione whispers. "I know that!" Draco screams, slamming his fist on the wall. "Don't you understand! I have to do this...Or my father will kill me." Hermione sighs. "I know. You can't fear him forever."
"I thought we were friends." Draco snaps walking away. "Draco! We are friends!" Hermione cries after him.
She sighs, sliding against the closet door. In one hand she holds, The right thing...and in the other she holds Draco...Her best friend and maybe...something more. "What am I gonna do?" She whispers.
