Chapter 1
From the past few years that I have been in this world, I have learned that not everything is as it seems, and to expect the unexpected. I consider myself very open-minded. However, even I have my limits. This is as unexpected as I can handle at the moment…
"Wake up! Hermione, we need to talk to you. Get Up!" The shrill voice of my mother came from downstairs.
I groaned, trying to hang on to the last dregs of sleep. My alarm clock said 10 a.m., that's indecent. I grumbled a bit before stumbling out of bed and pulling on a sweatshirt. I slumped into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I finally looked into the mirror. And let out an ear-drum shattering shriek.
The bushy hair that is normally associated with me is gone, replaced with silky blonde ringlets in their place. My face was elven shaped with big emerald green eyes. After the shock wore off I realized who exactly I looked like. Draco Malfoy.
I let out another shriek, ran into my room and exchanged my sweatpants for skinny jeans. I grabbed my wand, and stomped out my door and down the stairs.
"What in the bloody hell is going on!" I growled, stopping in my tracks, taking in the scene before me. There sat my mother and father, sipping tea, across from Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, like it was the most normal thing in the world. And who was that leaning against the far wall? None other than ferret face himself. My wand flew up.
"You might want to sit down, honey." My mother murmured. I narrowed my eyes at her use of the endearment. She hadn't said anything like that since before they found out I was a witch.
"No I'd rather stand thanks." I glared. I saw my father try to reign in his anger. Malfoy smirked. I glared at him too," Now, what is going on?"
I looked at the Malfoys, taking in their almost gentle posture, how they couldn't stop looking at me. As if, should they stop, I would disappear. Narcissa sat gazing at me, proudly. Lucius looked as if he just wanted to hug me. Draco was still smirking. I inwardly rolled my eyes.
"I am just going to say it. Hermione, these are your real parents." My mother said.
To my credit, outwardly I was as calm as anyone would be in this situation. Inwardly, however, I was ranting and raving at her stupidity. Obviously they were my parents. I said as much to her, disdain leaking through my voice.
"Obviously. Now, explain."
Narcissa cleared her throat. I turned my gaze to her, dropping my wand arm, and softening my glare. I urged her to continue.
"Well, you were born, and everything was very good for a while. We had heard rumors of the Order making plans for taking both you and Draco. We thought nothing of it, because we were in the process of casting the Fidelius on the Manor." She explained, her gaze pleading for belief," However, one night, after you both had been put to bed, the caterwauling charm went off, alerting us to intruders. We heard you crying. We were running as fast as we could to get to you. We got their in time to see you being apparated away by an Order member. We managed to get Draco from the other, and we captured the remaining Order, but, when we interrogated him, he had no idea where they were supposed to be taking you, nor did he know of any plans." She broke off, looking at Lucius.
"We tried to find you, in fact, we've never stopped looking. But the glamour that was placed on you was too strong. It wasn't supposed to break until your 17th, but I don't think they took into account how powerful you would be." Lucius continued for her," We placed a charm that would alert us the moment it broke, allowing us to apparated to your exact location. It broke right as we had all woken up." He smirked at his wife," They were all for leaving before they had put clothes on."
I took a heavy seat in the remaining chair, looking dumbstruck. Slowly I started warming to the idea. Me, Hermione Granger, mudblood extraordinaire, one third of the Golden Trio, a Malfoy.
"Can I leave?" I asked, looking at them. I glared at my muggle parents. They had stopped treating me right after they found out I was a witch. My new parents looked beyond hopeful, Draco wanted to jump up and down squealing, and I inwardly smirked.
"Of Course!" Narcissa smiled. I stood up, my smile dropped as I looked at my 'foster' parents.
"You are very lucky I don't kill you for everything you have put me through. You are ignorant, narrow-minded fools and I am glad to be shot of you." I glared. The Grangers looked outraged that I would call them out." And don't worry; I plan to tell them everything once I am safe with them." They visibly paled.
"Draco, come help me please." I looked at him. He nodded and walked out with me, following me back upstairs.
I entered my room and sat down on my bed, looking around at all of my childhood memories, bad and good. In the midst of my reminiscing, Draco cleared his throat. I looked at him.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, looking as vulnerable as a Malfoy would deem necessary. I cocked my head, furthering his explanation," Every name and hex and jinx, I am so sorry. Knowing that the whole time I was making my sister cry like that, the same sister I should have been protecting from people like me." He stopped, getting choked up with emotion. He started clearing his throat, making me smile gently at him. I walked up to him and hugged him.
"I forgive you, Draco." I whispered. He buried his face in my hair, pulling me closer. I pulled back a bit, studying his face. He really could be my best friend if I wanted him to be.
"You real name is Guinevere." He said, looking at me," Guinevere Antoinette." I smiled. Before I could say anything, my school stuff started shrinking and piling itself into my now open trunk. We looked at each other.
"Did you do that?" We said," I didn't do that."
We burst out laughing as our mother called up, "Your welcome." He grabbed my now shrunk trunk and offered me his arm. We walked out of my room. I realized something.
"She didn't pack any of my clothes." I exclaimed. He raised his eyebrow at me.
"Have you seen what you're wearing? Your jeans are to short, and the only reason that sweatshirt long enough, is because it is ten times too big. Not to mention, that you aren't wearing shoes." He smirked. I groaned.
"I hate shopping!"
We walked downstairs, to the smiling faces of our parents. I gestured to my clothes and my mother smirked. She waved her wand at my body, lengthening my jeans, transfiguring a pair of knee length boots, and shrinking my sweatshirt a bit. I slipped the boots on.
"Thank you." I smiled at her. I think her resolve broke because she crushed into a hug that would make Mrs. Weasley proud. I hugged her back, trading her for my father. He smiled and hugged me. He offered me his arm, while Draco offered his to our mother. We walked out the door and immediately disapparated.
Just as I needed to take a breath, the darkness vanished; in its place was a huge palace, compared to the granger home. Beautiful gardens covered the area, with albino peacocks walking around contentedly. I smiled at the feeling of familiarity washed over me. It felt like home.
"Oh!" My mother exclaimed, "We forgot to tell her, her real name!" I shook my head.
"Draco told me. Guinevere Antoinette." I smiled. They nodded and we walked at a leisurely pace up to the front door of the manor. Entering, I heard a small pop, before I could do anything, a small being launched into my arms, sobbing.
"Miss Gwenny! Missy has missed you so! Finally you are back so Missy can take care of you!" Missy exclaimed. I looked in shock to my family who were holding in laughs. I patted her on the head. She straightened up and looked at my mother." Mistress, a letter came from you, very urgent." She handed it to her. My mother quickly read through it. She gasped and tears came to her eyes. She handed to my father who, after reading it, turned even paler with rage.
"Come, we must help." Draco and I didn't ask, just followed. They led us to a room with two large fireplaces. Throwing floo powder in we gathered in, my Mother shouted "The Burrow!"
A/N Welcome to my very first chapter of my millionth fanfic, first to be published... Dont be too harsh I know its not great but it is one of my favorites. All will eventually be explained of course, just be patient. I love fics like this because... well i love my fellow snakes so i thought i'd explore a bit! Have Fun, constructive criticism is asked for but no flames!