AN: Hi guys! I have decided to wright a fanfiction about Hermione being Draco's twin sister! I got the idea from a fic called HermioneMalfoy, and to the author and anyone thinking I am copying that story, although the main inspiration is from it, I can assure you they will be very different! I think, in the end it might turn out to be a Blaise/Hermione story, but if that changes I will let you know! On with the story!

UPDATE: After reading some awesome and helpful reviews, I went back to the chapter and edited some minor things! Please let me know what you think!

(PS- The fic Hermione Malfoy can be found at s/2585967/1/HermioneMalfoy)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter! I only own the plot to this story!


Hermione Granger was never concerned with her looks, instead finding that the endless hours many girls spent fussing over their hair and clothes was pointless. (And frankly as boring as listening to Harry and Ron drone on about quidditch!) So, imagine her surprise when she woke up one fine saturday morning while staying at the Burrow with looks any girl would envy: platinum blond hair hanging flawlessly down to her mid-back, stunning stormy grey-blue eyes, high, aristocratic cheekbones and flawless pale skin. Frankly, she looked like a tad bit like a veela. And, surprisingly, she found herself baring a strong resemblance to the Malfoy's.


AUGUST 1ST

EARLY AFTERNOON

Hermione sighed as she closed her Transfiguration textbook with a loud thud, making Crookshanks hiss indignantly at being awoken. As much as book-loving Hermione Granger hated to admit it, she was fed up with the amount of summer homework from Hogwarts she had received. She found herself wondering why exactly she had signed up for so many difficult, academically challenging classes. Hermione, as well as Harry and Ron, were going back to Hogwarts for their seventh and final year. Both Harry and Hermione were staying at the Burrow for all of August before returning, and they had just arrived by Floo earlier that very morning. After getting settled in the room Hermione was sharing with Ginny, she had pulled out her advanced Transfiguration textbook and reluctantly began reading the required pages. She had kindly refused Ginny's offer to come and play quidditch above the surrounding fields alongside her and the boys. Hermione had always been afraid of heights and flying (not that she would admit that to anyone), and rather than letting on, she always just declined politely and studied instead. However, she found herself frustrated and bored of reading, and so Hermione left her room and descended into the kitchen, offering to help Molly prepare dinner. Molly graciously accepted her help and the two spent the rest of the Friday afternoon cooking and preparing the feast in celebration of Harry and Hermione being with the Weasleys at the Burrow.

The Weasleys and their two guests sat at the dinner table and marvelled at the wonderful spread of food before them. Molly and Hermione had prepared many delicious foods for the evening, such as the roast duck and the special stew, made of many different vegetables and beef. Arthur Weasley had arrived home from work prior to dinner, and was now eyeing the food with a hungry look.

"This looks delicious Molly," he said, surveying the many platters of food.

"Thank you, dear," Molly replied "although Hermione helped with the majority of it! Now dig in!" She said gesturing to the many plates of food and taking a spoonful of stew before passing it along to Hermione. The Weasley boys began scarfing down their food like ravenous starving wolves while the others took a slightly more dainty approach, instead choosing to actually use the silverware set out before them. After dinner the group retired to the sitting room, and Hermione and Harry caught up with all the Weasley's, informing them of how their summers had been and asking about the others.

At around 9:30, Molly Weasley ushered everyone upstairs into their bedrooms insisting that it had been a long, tiring day for Hermione and Harry, and that everyone should be getting to bed. Hermione retreated into her and Ginny's shared bedroom, glancing in the mirror at her bushy brown hair and chocolate-brown eyes before grabbing her toothbrush and heading to the bathroom. Later that night her and Ginny lay in bed listening to the owls hooting outside and gossiping about the latest Hogwarts news that they had heard. Hermione was not usually one to gossip, so she mostly just listened to Ginny. Ginny wasn't either, but after having to keep the tidbits she heard to herself for the whole month of July, she wanted to share them with Hermione.

"I heard that Professor Sprout finally retired," Ginny said, smirking.

"Gosh! Neville will be devastated!" Hermione replied.

"You know what else? I heard that all of the seventh years will be re-sorted!"

"No!" Hermione gasped. "Why would they do that!?"

"I heard something about Dumbledore thinking that all students deserve a fresh start, but personally I think Dumbledore has just gone quackers!"

"But- But the sorting hat sorted us all as first years!"

"I know. But I heard that the seventh years will be resorted every year now!"

"But-but what if one of us gets sorted into Slytherin! We would have to live with Draco Malfoy!"

"I know. Hey, and speaking of Draco Malfoy guess what I heard?"

"What," Hermione said with a scowl, annoyed at the thought of the blond-haired ferret.

"HE HAS A TWIN SISTER!"


AUGUST 2ND

EARLY MORNING

After Hermione and Ginny (mostly Ginny) had shared all of their findings about Hogwarts, they were so thoroughly exhausted and shocked that they fell to sleep almost immediately afterwards. Hermione had dreams about two Malfoys following her around, taunting her and calling her a mudblood. She awoke, nearing screaming that morning, to find that Ginny had already gone downstairs for breakfast. She could smell bacon and eggs cooking, and decided that she would get cleaned up to go downstairs as well. It was Saturday morning, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping and Hermione thought it was perfect summer weather. She swung her feet and legs out of her bed, and noticed they looked rather pale. And had those pyjamas always been that short on her? Hermione rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, then glanced at herself again. Her legs still looked pale, and much longer. What the bloody hell is going on? Hermione thought, before convincing herself she was just imagining things. Besides, it was the perfect day to tan, so by the end of the day, Hermione thought her legs would probably get darker. Hermione reached a hand back to scratch her head, and instead of being met with untameable curls like usual, she felt smooth, shiny, sleek and straight hair beneath her dainty fingers. She grabbed a strand of her elongated hair and pulled it in front of her face for inspection. It was blond, as blond as Malfoy's.

What.

The.

Hell.

It was like Hermione's bed was suddenly made of hot coals, she jumped out of bed faster than you could say "Expelliarmus!" and raced to the floor length mirror near her bed. When she looked in the mirror, she saw a tall, 5"8 girl, with long, slim legs, a slight hourglass figure, ample chest, a flat, toned stomach, sleek platinum blond hair, surprised blue-gray eyes and flawless, pale skin, without a freckle, pimple or scar. She looked like a veela. And then her earlier comment came to the forefront of her mind, swirling with her conversation with Ginny.

HE HAS A TWIN SISTER!

It was blond, as blond as Malfoy's.

Blond as Malfoy's.

Twin sister.

Malfoy's.

Sister.

Malfoy's sister.

Malfoy's sister!

MALFOY'S SISTER!


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XOXOXO

~Mollu