Hermione the Slytherin

A/N: This story takes place in sixth year. I haven't really decided if the war against Voldemort will have a significant role in this story. I might not follow all of the events in HBP, but include some. I hope you enjoy!

"You want me to what?" Hermione asked loudly.

"We don't have enough Slytherins this year and their parents are complaining. They'll only be satisfied when they see a transfer. I know Gryffindors and Slytherins have a rivalry but you're the only student mature enough to do it" explained McGonagall exasperatedly. The parents of Slytherins had showered her with complaints about the fact that Slytherin hadn't won the House Cup in years due to the steadily decreasing number of students in that house to win points. If Hermione accepted, she would be able to tell them she had transferred a top student to their children's house.

Hermione couldn't believe this. She needed to be a model student and accept it, but the thought of being separated from Harry, Ron, and her comfy chair by the fire in the common room was unbearable. McGonagall seemed to read her thoughts.

"You'll still be able to spend lots of time with Potter and Weasley, just not meals, some classes, and late evenings."

That's not so bad thought Hermione.

"Alright, Professor, I'll transfer" said Hermione, wondering how she would explain this to Ron and Harry.

"Good then. Spend tonight in Gryffindor Tower and explain everything to your friends. Your things will be moved to the Slytherin dormitories tomorrow and you are to spend the night there. Your uniform will be altered accordingly. The next day, you will officially be a Slytherin."

McGonagall handed Hermione a slip of parchment. "There are the directions to the Slytherin dormitories. I will brief the Slytherins on the situation so there are no surprises. I know you're not thrilled about this, Granger, but if it's any consolation, you've saved my neck, so thank you." Hermione gave a feeble smile and a nod, stood up, and exited her office where she found Harry and Ron waiting for her.

"Everything okay?" asked Harry casually.

"Er, yeah" replied Hermione shakily.

"Not getting another time-turner, are you?" asked Ron, grinning. Hermione smiled weakly.

"No, no" she replied.

"What was it about, then?" asked Harry, looking concerned.

"Come with me." Hermione led the boys to the corridor with the tapestry of dancing trolls and thought I need a place comfortable and sound-proof. A door appeared and Hermione pulled them in and sat them down in two of the cushy armchairs, seating herself in the third.

"What's going on, Hermione?" asked Ron seriously.

"Well, you see, I – er - well McGonagall, um, you see – the parents have been complaining and, well, I, uh, um, er - "

"Spit it out!" shouted Harry and Ron in unison.

"I've been transferred to Slytherin!" Hermione shouted back. The boys jaws instantly dropped. After a few painfully silent moments, Ron spoke.

"McGonagall can't make you do this!" he said angrily. I need them to be stuck to their seats thought Hermione. She hoped it had worked, the last thing she needed was for them to get mad at her and walk out before she could explain.

"She didn't make me" she said quietly.

"What?" shouted Ron. "You wanted to be a Slytherin?." He motioned to stand up, but found that he could not. Seeing this, Harry too attempted to stand, but found that he was also firmly stuck.

"Just let me explain and then you're free to go and not be friends with me anymore. I hope it doesn't turn out like that, but here goes." Hermione explained to them everything about the meeting. Harry looked calm and Ron looked flustered.

"Please understand" begged Hermione and had the chairs release them and was surprised to see they didn't get up and stalk out.

"It's okay, Hermione, we understand that you did what you had to do" said Harry soothingly.

"Really?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah" said Ron. "And besides, you're going to need friends if you're gonna be a Slytherin."