Author's note: This is my first story, so please be nice. I guess this story is a bit AU. It takes after Goblet of Fire but Voldemort never came back and he's really dead. If he weren't then Draco would be bad guy, and Draco can't be a bad guy because this is a Dramione story! Dramione holds a very special place in my heart. :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, you would definitely know it, because things would have ended a whole lot better!
"Good evening. I would like to, once again, welcome you back to another year at our dear Hogwarts." Professor Dumbledore announced, from his spot at the center of the staff table. 'I have announcements to make, as usual. Allow me to start with Mr. Filch's new, improved, and considerably longer list of banned objects and activities. This will be posted on the…"
"Guys, shut up!" Hermione hissed at Ron and Harry, who were laughing loudly at a joke Fred had told, "I'm trying to listen."
"Seriously, Hermione," Ron sighed, "Who actually listens to this anyway?" Harry nodded in agreement.
"I do." Hermione replied, testily before turning back to Dumbledore, rolling her eyes. I get so tired of them. She thought, They are so immature. Hermione sighed as Professor Dumbledore continued his speech, Sometimes I wish that I could hang out with a more cultured group…
"And for our last item of business," Dumbledore was saying, "Would Miss Hermione Granger please come up here?"
Hermione blinked in surprise as everyone in the hall turned to look at her. She turned to Harry and Ron, who were also looking at her, their faces bemused.
"What does Dumbledore want with you, Hermione?" Harry asked, confused.
"Yeah, you don't do things wrong." Ron added.
"Did it ever occur to you, Ron," Hermione snapped icily, standing up, "That perhaps he wants to award me for doing stuff right?" With that, she marched forward, leaving Ron and Harry behind, looking even more confused than before. She kept her eyes straight forward as she walked, concentrating on not looking at any of her fellow students. After what seemed like hours, she finally reached the staff table, and stood in front of it. Dumbledore stood next to her.
"I would like to announce that Miss Granger is not who we think she is. She is not even who she thinks she is. She is not Hermione Jean Granger, the daughter of Muggle dentists Atticus and Emily Granger, but Hermione Jacquelyn Zabini, daughter of Salenthius and Dyantha Zabini."
Hermione turned to Dumbledore, her mouth open as the entire student body gasped as one. She then turned to look at Blaise, who was sitting at the Slytherin table, looking just as surprised as Hermione felt.
"Hermione," Dumbledore continued, "Is Blaise's fraternal twin. Both of them were unaware of this prior to tonight, because at the time of their birth, Lord Voldemort (everybody flinched) was insisting that his followers each provide him with their daughters so he could use them to father an heir. The Zabinis wished to protect their daughter so they gave her to the Grangers to raise. It was the will of the late Salenthius that Hermione be informed of her parentage once she was old enough. She is now." He finished, and the entire Great Hall was silent as they tried to fully understand what had just happened.
Suddenly, Ron yelled out, "That's bull shi-"
"Thank you, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall interrupted as she walked over. Hermione realized that the old teacher was carrying the Sorting Hat and stool. She stopped next to Hermione, setting the objects down. "Due to your change in heritage, we need you to be re-sorted, so if you'll kindly sit down…"
Hermione sat awkwardly on the chair as McGonagall lowered the Sorting Hat onto her head. Wow, this thing feels a lot smaller, she thought.
That's because you're bigger. a familiar voice within her head smiled, It's been a while, Miss Granger. Or should I say, Miss Zabini. A mere name can change a lot about a person. You still have the brains of a Ravenclaw, and the bravery of a Gryffindor, but now you have the sultry sexiness of a Slytherin as well. Oh, which to choose?
Hermione thought of all her friends in Gryffindor. About Ron and Harry. But then it hit her. Her eyes snapped open and she looked toward the Gryffindor table. Harry and Ron were muttering to each other. Harry looked confused again, and Ron had that oh so annoying scowl on his face. She remembered all of the stupid things those boys had said and done. How Ron had yelled out just barely. She started feeling frustrated.
Hermione opened her eyes again. This time, they drifted toward the Slytherin table. Her eyes met Blaise's. He gave a small smile, an uncertain wave. She smiled timidly to Blaise sat Draco Malfoy. He was watching her appraisingly. Their eyes met and Hermione was surprised that she had never noticed how beautiful his gray eyes were. She felt herself blush.
If that's how you feel… the Sorting Hat said, then I suppose you're in
"SLYTHERIN!"
The Gryffindor table's gasps were drowned out almost immediately by the Slytherin table's cheers. They cheered louder for her then they had ever cheered for any first year. As Hermione stood up, the hem of her robes and the crest on her chest magically changed to Slytherin colors. She ran to the Slytherin table where, to her excitement, Malfoy moved over so she could sit between him and Blaise.
"Hi." Hermione said bashfully as she sat down. Pansy leaned across the table, placing her hand on Hermione's.
"It's so nice to know that you're back where you belong instead of gallivanting around with blood traitors and mudbloods." Pansy smiled.
"Thank you." Hermione replied, "I agree. It's nice to be in the right place."
"Well, now that that's all settled," Dumbledore said, standing up, "Off to bed."
Hermione walked with Blaise, Malfoy and Pansy toward the Great Hall doors.
"Hermione!" she heard Harry calling, "Hermione!"
She just kept walking.
The Slytherin Common Room was nicer than Hermione had thought it would be. She looked around as Pansy led her through it toward the dorm rooms.
"I'm assuming you'll be sleeping with in my room." Pansy smiled, "Good thing we have an empty bed." They walked in, and Hermione found all her stuff neatly put away, and Crookshanks on her bed.
"Wow." Hermione smiled as she went through the drawers. Everything was put away exactly how she liked it, "This never happened in Gryffindor. We always had to put our stuff away ourselves."
"Because Slytherins tend to be richer we get better house elf service. They do just about everything for us." Pansy replied, changing into her pajamas.
Hermione felt like saying something about house elves, but just shrugged it off, figuring that Pansy wouldn't like being lectured on House Elves too much.
"So, most Slytherins are rich?" she asked, changing into her own P.J.'s.
"Oh, yeah." Pansy replied, smiling. "You're rich now, too." She paused, looking at Hermione's Mickey Mouse pajama pants and matching shirt. "You're pajamas are…interesting."
Hermione looked down before looking back at Pansy's teal, mid-thigh length, spaghetti strap night gown with lace around the boarders.
"Compared to yours, mine feels kind of…frumpy." she sighed.
Pansy smiled, placing a comforting hand on Hermione's leg.
"Don't worry, dear, we can take care of that. Tomorrow is Saturday. We'll give you a makeover! Tomorrow, dear, we'll make you look like a Slytherin!"
With that, Pansy turned off the light, and Hermione laid back on her new bed. She felt perfectly at home, and was excited about the next day. The last thing she thought of before sleep claimed her, was Draco's clear gray eyes.
Author's note: So, what'd ya think? Review please please please please? I will get my next chapter out as soon as I can! Well, bye!