What if…Harry shook Draco's hand in first year? He was sorted into Slytherin instead? What if he still befriended Hermione Granger but not Ron Weasley? And what if Hermione and Draco became secret friends? This is where the story twists back to front. Introducing The Reverse of Reality. This is where the story begins…
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS OR THE WORLD IN WHICH THEY ARE IN THEY BELONG TO J. , PLOT ONLY. =)
The two boys sat at the Slytherin table, amused. Crabbe and Goyle laughed as they poked fun of Pansy, a fellow housemate who had the face of a pug and the attitude of a spoilt brat...not to mention the high pitch voice of a crow. Never a good combination, ever. They laughed when she stuck her nose up then shared a good joke about their nemesis, the Gryffindors. Everyone in their house loved them, and laughed along.
Hermione stared over at the Slytherin table. Watching the two boys as they told each other jokes and make fun of Pansy Parkinson. She watched as their faces glowed with laughter, their eyes sparkled with mirth in the candle light above and the sound of their laughter floating through the crowds. She felt a warm glow on her wrist and stared down at her watch. It was a magic watch, a special gift from her friends. So they could communicate over distances without letters and such.
You Ok?
The words floated on the screen where the clock face should be. She thought the answer (Yeah, just lonely, do I get to see you guys tonight?) and the screen went black. She peeked over at their table once more and met sparkling green eyes. She smiled slightly and he ducked his head in response. Their usual 'talk'. She peered down at her watch which glowed with a new message:
Meet us in the library, usual spot, usual time. Can't wait.
She grinned, a flash of warmth and excitement soared through her veins. She felt a nudge beside her and looked up to meet the glaring eyes of her house mate, Ron Weasley. Conscious she covered her watch with her black robe and coughed slightly.
"Problem?" she enquired with a light airy voice. Inside she was shaking like a leaf.
"Yeah. Why were you looking over at the Slytherin's?" he demanded in a low voice filled with anger.
"I thought I heard them say my name..." she answered all too sweet and innocent like. She started to shake a little.
"You were smiling." He stated.
"To antagonise them." She replied, her voice dropping the sweetness and becoming snappy. She hated interrogations. She felt warmth around her wrist but ignored it. Ron narrowed his eyes further and she glared back in return. "What's it to you anyway? It's not like you give a damn…it's not even any of your business." She snapped.
She felt a strong hand wrap painfully around her wrist and grimaced. Pain shot through her as he tightened his grip. She looked frantically around the other Gryffindors but they turned a blind eye, as usual. She didn't notice a twin set of eyes watching her closely, ready to intervene if necessarily.
"Slytherins are scum. They are evil bastards that don't deserve to live in sewers. They are wanna-be death eaters and the enemy. Understood? Hmm? WELL?!" he spat.
"Not all of them are-" she began quietly. Her eyes fixed on the polished wooden floor.
"Yes they are! Oh I see! Ha-ha! You're one of their little whores. What do they pay you? Hmm? What? You shag each one in turn and they let you pretend to be one of them? Bet it's that no good ferret Dr-" he began but she cut him off but pushing him away from her. His grip on her wrist doubled and she was forced to remain in her seat, he drew her close, she could feel his sweaty breathe on her ear and it made her shudder. "I won't let you get away with this betrayal. I'll make you pay."
"Get off me!" she cried, head's turned and stared, especially those two who glared at the red head with hate. He realised her and she stumbled off the bench. She flushed pink and scurried from the room, laugher echoed behind her as she exited and ran up the entrance stairs. Yes, she wished she was Slytherin. At least she had friends in Slytherin. Everyone else hated her because she was so reserved and good in her classes. Ron was especially bad because she rejected him in front of everyone when he tried to kiss her, she could still remember that night. He ambushed her in the Gryffindor Common Room and forced a kiss on her, his sweaty breathe, his soggy lips and wet tongue forced into her mouth, making her gag. Didn't help that his hands gripped and groped her while everyone cheered thinking it was fantastic. She remembered slapping him and running away with tears down her face, the sound of his drunken voice as he bellowed after her. Shaking her head she climbed the moving stairs alone. Wrapping her cloak securely around her and shivering. She hated being alone.
The paintings watched her silently, eerily as her footsteps echoed down the deserted halls. Tears silently flowed down her creamy skin, dropping to the stone floor as she struggled to retain the memories of being a Gryffindor. Her hands shook as she grew more and more nervous, it was dark in some places, she hated the dark. She always imagined something, a monster waiting for her in the dark, silent, waiting until she was surrounded by darkness to grab her and she would never escape.
Rushing into the library she headed for her secluded spot, behind the furthest aisle and next to the roaring fire. She collapsed in a ball on her chair and cried quietly to herself. She didn't even notice the lamps come on or the night setting in outside the glass windows. She didn't feel the warmth of the fire and didn't hear the footsteps of her friends.
"Hermione." One of the two boys whispered. Startled, she shrieked and flinched away before recognising his familiar black hair and vivid green eyes.
"Harry…" she croaked.
"Aw Mione what did he do to you?" he gently said while scooting into her chair so she leant against him, accepting his comforting warmth as one hand wrapped securely around her waist to support her while the other slowly stroked her soft brown hair. The other merely stared at the two, a pang of jealousy coursed through him but he shrugged it away and became thoughtful.
"Mate? You alright?" Harry asked while staring over at his best friend, noticing the dazed, thoughtful look and the twinkle in his eyes. He knew that look. All too well. Hermione looked thoughtfully at him, an odd pang hit her but she put it down to worry.
"Yeah man, just plotting." He grinned mischievously.
"Uh oh…" he laughed. "what you thinking?"
"Just thinking, Weasley hurt our Mione, yeah?" Harry nodded. Pain crossed Hermione's face and he flinched slightly.
"Well I think it's time we showed him just who he is messing with…hmmm?" his eyes glowed with mischief and plots.
"I don't know," said Hermione hesitantly as she bit her lips, fear evidently showing on her face and in her eyes.
"Aw come on! It'll be fun plus you can't let him control you all the time." Harry persuaded, loving the idea.
"Ummmm…"
"Come on Mione. You know you want too plus if we get in bother, we'll take the rap for it" the other said. His blonde hair fell in front of his face and his blue yes sparkled orange in the firelight. She couldn't resist. Revenge. So sweet sounding in her head.
"Ok Draco. Harry. Count me in…so what's the plan." She said grinning. The two boys grinned back and started arguing over plans.