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This is my next story , yes another Dramione :3 I'm smitten with this ship i swear.

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*********First Year***********

McGonagall sat the Sorting Hat upon Hermione Granger's head. She was shaking with fear, scared of not being good enough for the house in which she would be placed. The Hat was quiet for a moment, in this moment Hermione began to relax - until it spoke.

"Hermione Granger." The Hat said loudly. "Where am I going to put you? Brains, no doubt. More intelligent than any other I've seen this night. Ravenclaw?" He questioned.

Hermione looked to the Ravenclaw table as a few murmurs of approval met her ears.

"What's stopping me from being in Ravenclaw?" She asked the Hat bravely. The Hat laughed.

"Oh nothing, my dear Granger. Nothing at all." He spoke amused. Hermione breathed deeply, waiting. This was the longest the Hat had taken to sort yet.

"Except, I see bravery in your Soul, Granger. Bravery and loyalty. Whatever house I put you in now, you'll stick with the values of which eternally. I can see that." The Hat said, the Gryffindor table humming in anticipation. Hermione began to sweat. She could feel the beads of perspiration dripping slowly down her neck, and her hands were becoming hot and clammy from holding on to the edge of her chair.

"But there's one more factor in there, Granger, in that closed off little soul of yours." The Hat said eagerly. Hermione's breath hitched in her throat, knowing exactly what the Hat was talking about and praying the Hat didn't say anything concerning it out loud.

"You have secrets, many secrets. You're stubborn, and proud of which though - never to let anything break you down or feel less. I can see you, Granger. I may be a piece of enchanted fabric atop of your head, but I can see you now, and I can see you ahead of time." The Hat continued, the whole of the Great Hall intrigued as to where this girl was going to go. It was clear she would be a great addition to whatever house the Sorting Hat chose for her.

"Very well then," The Hat said coming to an end of his speech. "Granger, you belong in…." Hermione stopped breathing and closed her eyes, listening intently for the name of her house for the next 7 years.

"SLYTHERIN!" The Hat shrieked. The Slytherin table burst into cheers and screams, applauding the Hat's choice as Hermione stood up off the stool with the biggest of grins on her face. 'We'll make it work, Hermione.' she thought to herself. 'There's a reason you're in Slytherin.'

Hermione skipped over to her table and sat next to a group of 4 boys her age. Two of them were rather tall and bulky with messy dark hair, one had a clear olive complexion and deep brown eyes (quite the handsome one Hermione had to admit) and the other was lean with fair skin and bleach-blonde hair. But what drew her attention the most was the blonde boys' stormy grey eyes.

The boys greeted her with pats on the back and warm smiles, making Hermione blush each time they met her eyes. She tried to listen closely as the other first years were sorted too.

She had met three other boys on the Hogwarts Express: Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. She watched eagerly as each boy rose from the crowd of eleven-year-olds. Her face fell as all three boys were to be in Gryffindor. A wave of disappointment washed over her.

Soon, during the feast after the Headmaster's speech, she'd made a group of acquaintances - if not already friends. The two tall bulky guys introduced themselves as Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle with a quick handshake each before tucking into as much food as they could fit on their plates.

The olive boy with dreamy brown eyes was known as Blaise Zabini, and had already made her giggle and blush three times. Blaise wasn't conceited but he was definitely a flirt. He was funny and made Hermione laugh the most.

"The names Malfoy." The stormy-eyed boy had said smirking at her. "Draco Malfoy." He ran a hand through his blonde hair quickly to get it out of his eyes before speaking to her again.

"And your name?" He asked with another small smirk and questioning eyes. She figured he'd know after the painfully long sorting of herself.

"Um, Hermione Granger." She said with a small smile of her own. She looked into his eyes and could see them sparkle with a true smile. "It's nice to meet you, Draco." She said extending her hand. He took it and shook it gently, nodding slightly before he, too, piled his plate with food.

Four other girls came to sit with them as well. One girl was smaller than many but pretty nonetheless, named Pansy Parkinson. She was loud and slightly insensitive, always prying into someone else's life. With her she brought three other girls - two who looked oddly similar, and Hermione wouldn't have been surprised if they were related.

Millicent Bulstrode was on the chubby side with short frizzy-ish hair that was rather dark and made her skin look more pale than it already was. But she seemed nicer than Pansy and more quiet than the others. She seemed to have a thing for Crabbe - but only a small thing.

Daphne and Astoria Greengrass were the look alikes, and Hermione nodded in confidence when they said they were indeed sisters.

Daphne had warm green eyes and wavy blonde hair - almost like Draco's - past her shoulders. Her skin was fair and she was also lean and rather tall for a first year. She was similar to Pansy; although she was loud, she was less insensitive and more over-confident (almost vain - something else she had in common with Pansy).

Astoria's eyes were almost identical to Daphne's, the only difference being that Astoria's eyes were rounder to shape her face. Her hair was the same length as Daphne's, but Daphne's hair was almost a platinum blonde while Astoria's was more of a honey colour. Astoria was also lean and rather tall, but that was where the similarities between the two ended. Astoria was way quieter than Daphne and Millicent almost and when she did talk she was so kind and very humble.

Hermione was very happy with her new group of friends. She and Draco along with Blaise had made the ultimate Slytherin trio. She was finally somebody in this world, after being bullied and whatnot at her Muggle schools, she finally felt like she belonged here.

It was in the second week of being at Hogwarts when Draco, Blaise, Pansy, Daphne and herself were hanging around their favourite tree and seats in the courtyard on a Saturday.

Hermione was in her favourite Jeans, a white tank top with a black sweatshirt over top with a comfortable pair of flats. Her hair was tied back into two French braids - compliments to Daphne. She wore a single gold pendant around her neck, one that her father had given her before going off to Hogwarts.

Pansy had on a green V-Neck shirt with three-quarter sleeves that showed the lace of what Hermione guessed was a tank top. She was wearing skinny jeans and a pair of loafers - expensive loafers. In her ears she wore a pair of Diamond headed studs, her dark hair falling loosely to her shoulders.

Daphne was in a green, pleated skirt - much like the uniform - and knee high white socks and black flats. She had a black long-sleeved shirt with silver bracelets up each arm. Her platinum hair was pulled back into a low pony-tail over her shoulder.

Draco and Blaise were both in simple clothing. Draco had on a deep emerald v-neck t-shirt with grey track pants and a pair of sneakers. It was rather warm outside in the middle of August so he didn't feel the need for a jumper. Blaise was much the same dressed in a white v-neck and black jeans, also with a pair of sneakers. Hermione didn't miss the gold stud in his left ear either.

"Hey, Hermione," Pansy said eyeing the golden Eagle around Hermione's neck. "Where'd you get that necklace?" She asked, scooting closer to have a look. The others joined her and each had a good, close look at it.

"Its gorgeous!" Daphne said in awe. Her eyes glowed with admiration and what looked like possible envy. Blaise murmured a "Yeah, cool," before going back to levitating twigs and leaves on the ground with his wand

Draco frowned slightly as he turned it over in his hands. "Where did you get it?" He asked. "I've seen a similar one somewhere, I just don't remember."

Hermione smiled as he took a longer, closer look at her necklace than anyone else. She remembered the night her father gave it to her, she was in awe of it herself too.

"Uh, my father gave it to me the night before we came here. He said that it's to help me remember to be the boldest, brightest bird in the sky and fly as high as I can, to never give up." She said softly, her voice trailing off almost to a whisper.

Daphne smiled gently at her and sighed. "That's adorable." she cooed. Pansy nodded in agreement and had another look at it.

Draco cleared his throat lightly before speaking again. "And who is your father?" He asked, making direct eye contact with her and making her melt all over again, just like the night they first met. But the question stunned her. Nobody but her knew her parents, and everyone wanted to know.

"Yeah, who exactly are your parents?" Blaise added, getting up and sitting down on the ground in front of her. Hermione gulped.

"Um," Hermione said hesitantly. "Th-they, Uh, died?" She said, half asking herself. Draco raised and eyebrow, as did everyone else.

"Now we know she's definitely a Slytherin," Pansy laughed. The others joined in too, knowing full well she was lying.

"C'mon, 'Mione!" Daphne begged, nudging Hermione in the ribs.

"If your father gave you that necklace last week then either he's alive and you just lied, or you're adopted." Blaise said. Hermione felt her cheeks grow a bright red and kept her eyes on the ground in front of her feet.

Draco sensed there was something Hermione wasn't saying, but saw that she didn't want to talk about it. He nudged her thigh gently and offered her a small smile, giving her a look to say 'it's okay you can tell us'.

Hermione looked to Draco and lost herself momentarily in his silvery eyes. She knew she could tell them her secret, she just didn't feel up to it.

Pansy's voice yelling across the court yard interrupted Hermione's thoughts, and the five of them turned around to see who she was yelling at.

"What you staring at, Weasel?" She called, her eyes glaring intensely at the redhead and the messy-haired boy across the yard as they advanced towards them. The darker haired boy muttered something to Weasley as they approached.

"Not your pug face, Parkinson." Ron retorted coldly. Hermione couldn't believe this boy. He was so nice on the train and here he was talking to her friend like she was a boy.

Draco stood up, Blaise flanking him on the right. Hermione felt obliged to flank him as well so she got up and stood on Draco's left. "Make it quick then, Weasel." Draco said icily. "You're poisoning our air." Blaise sneered along with Draco, Hermione looked to them and then back at Ron and Harry who were surprisingly not glaring as harsh at her.

"Turned into one of them," Ron said to Hermione, looking her up and down. Hermione's eyebrows shot up. So Ron wanted to attack her now? She wondered. She gave her best Slytherin smirk and snorted.

"If by 'One of Them' you mean better than you then yeah, Weasel-Breath, I have." She shot back. Ron looked taken back at her response. Pansy and Daphne were snickering behind her as were Draco and Blaise.

Harry's face fell as he saw the new Hermione. He shot her an apologetic look and she suddenly felt bad. She offered him a 'Sorry' look as well and hoped he would accept. Ron just made her lose her already short temper.

"Psht, whatever. We were looking for the Hermione we met on the train. Guess she's not here anymore." Ron spat, clearly pissed as well. Hermione glared at him and opened her mouth to talk before Draco interrupted her.

"She's not a Gryffindork, Freckle-face. She's a Slytherin, and she'll dish out as much as you ask for, just like the rest of us." Draco spat angrily. He was glaring at Ron hard and had stepped in front of Hermione as if to protect her.

"Cute, Granger. Got your boyfriend to defend you 'cause you can't do it yourself." Ron said still glaring at Hermione. Hermione's mouth dropped and she felt her blood boil under her skin. Pansy saw Hermione's fisted hands shaking with anger and she, too, stood closer to Hermione glaring viciously at Ronald. Daphne followed along too.

"Listen here, Weasley," Hermione started, pushing past Draco to stand just over a foot away from Ron's face. "Draco isn't my boyfriend. And even if he was, its none of your bloody business. I don't need him to stand up for me because I can do it myself. I suggest you go find someone else to bother before I personally crack you one in the head."

Ron snorted. "You couldn't if you tried." He pressed on. "You're just threatening me to make yourself look good in front of your little posse." Harry began to tug on Ron's arm.

"C'mon, Ron," he muttered to his friend. "Let's just go, there's no point in fighting her." Ron just shook him off and continued his rant.

"You're just a prat, Granger. You've got nothing on me. I bet your parents are dark wizards too." He spat.

Hermione felt Draco and Daphne pulling her arms back. She was shaking with rage and hurt. Her eyes spilt the tears of anger that boiled up with her temper and she lunged at Ron with no hesitation. Ron jumped back, surprised that she actually attempted to hit him. If it weren't Draco and Daphne holding her back, Ron's nose would be good and broken.

Harry dragged Ron away from his shirt and watched as Hermione began yelling at him through tears and shaking with rage.

"COME BACK HER WEASLEY! IM NOT DONE WITH YOU!" She shrieked, trying to fight against the arms restricting her.

"'Mione, come on, he's not worth it." Blaise cooed from just in front of her.

"You've done it now, Ron," Harry said irritably as they turned the corner away from a fuming group of Slytherins.

"IM GONNA REARRANGE YOUR FACE!" She howled to Ron, her voice breaking as she finally fell to her knees in tears. Pansy and Daphne sat to her left, patting her back and rubbing her arm in comfort. Blaise was in front of her, wiping away her tears.

Draco was the only one Hermione could really register. Draco sat to her right, holding her hand and just sitting there. He looked at her weeping and squeezed her hand, letting her know he was there too.

Hermione sniffed and wiped her eyes and nose on the back of her sleeve. "Thanks guys," she murmured. "I bet I look pathetic right now." she giggled. Draco squeezed her hand again and she looked at him, smiling slightly.

Draco could see the hurt Ronald's words had caused Hermione, even through the small smile she offered. He smiled back and punched her shoulder lightly and affectionately.

"Nah, I would have ripped his head off too." he said winking at her. The group fell about in fits of laughter and soon enough it was getting dark. Draco stood up and held out his hand to help Hermione up too.

"Let's go, guys," Draco said, throwing his arm around Hermione and signalled for the other three to follow. Blaise laughed and threw an arm over both Daphne and Pansy and followed Draco and Hermione to the great hall.

That was the first time that year Hermione felt she had real friends that cared about her. It was also the first time she discovered her feelings for Draco Malfoy.

A few weeks after her head-but with Ron, the three girls plus Astoria were hanging around in the girls dormitories of the Slytherin dungeons. Hermione was sitting up on her bed, trying to finish a Potions essay on the properties of grindylow tentacles Professor Snape had set. Daphne and Pansy were sitting on the end of Astoria's bed, all three of them staring at Hermione and whispering frantically. Hermione noticed this and began to get annoyed.

"Don't you guys have homework or something to do?" She said, frowning across the room at the three girls. Pansy just shook her head.

"Don't you have something other than homework to do?" Daphne asked, inverting Hermione's question. Hermione sat there staring at the girls with a raised eyebrow. She was confused, wondering what exactly was wrong with completing her homework.

"Um, I don't understand the question." She stammered, putting her quill and parchment down. "What exactly is that supposed to mean?"

Pansy sighed and walked over and sat next to Hermione.

"We mean, if you put as much energy into your hair and clothes and entertainment as you did your homework, you could be like Daph or Tracy. Draco even, despite the fact he's a boy." She said, her eyes pleading something and her hands tugging slightly at Hermione's long school skirt.

Hermione rolled her eyes knowing exactly what they wanted to do. She knew they wanted to give her a makeover, turn her into a 'Real' Slytherin. She figured, she had the attitude so why not a look to match.

"Fine," She sighed, laughing as Daphne and Astoria rushed over and the three girls piled onto Hermione in a group hug.

"Just nothing to drastic!" She said as her friends got off her and starting going through Hermione's clothes.

"How do you describe 'drastic'?" Astoria giggled. "Green Mohawks? Pink bangs?"

"Oh I know!" Daphne said, dragging Hermione up-standing and bunching her hair in two pony-tails on the sides of her head. Hermione laughed and pushed Daphne away. "No pony-tails!" she said, sitting on Pansy's bed as she waited for them to be done with her clothes.

By then end of the clothes section of Hermione's makeover, she had more green clothing than anything else. Her school skirts were now shorter (sitting now three inches above her knee), almost all her shirts were V-necks and all her jeans were either skinny or straight-leg. She had a few other skirts that pansy had also slightly shortened - much to Hermione's protests - and her dresses were done much the same.

"Thanks, girls, so much." Hermione said packing her renewed clothes back in her trunk. "As much as I hate to admit, and this will definitely bruise my new Slytherin pride, but that was a lot of fun."

Four things happened after Hermione said that. Daphne looked at Astoria, Astoria looked at Pansy, Pansy looked at Daphne, and then all three girls looked at Hermione. In a matter of seconds all four girls were on the floor laughing. Hermione was crying from laughter after ten minutes. Eventually they calmed down and Hermione sat up off the floor and back on her trunk.

"Alright ladies," Daphne said dragging her honey-haired Sister off the floor. "Time for her hair."

Astoria and Pansy pulled over the large full length mirror from the corner of the room to sit it in front of Hermione. Hermione looked deep into her reflection and thought that this 'make-over' wasn't just changing her physically. She knew this would change the way she saw herself, not just everyone else. She knew her true self would rise after this, she could see it in her hazely-green eyes.

Pansy and Daphne all took out their wands and inspected Hermione's hair while Astoria took an emerald sheet off her bed and threw it over the mirror.

"No peeking til we're done," She said to Hermione, poking Hermione's nose as she looked up at her worried. "You're gonna have all the boys drooling at dinner and onwards!"

Hermione gulped hard. 'This is it,' she thought to herself. 'The new, but real Hermione is about to come out. We'll make it work'.

When the girls walked down to dinner, everyone stared. Pansy led them in with Astoria and Daphne flanking her. Behind them was the new and improved Hermione Jean Granger.

Hermione's once frizzy, uncontrollable brown hair was now a deep dark brown colour, almost black but not quite. It fell to her shoulders in thin curly waves, her left eyebrow concealed by a side fringe.

Her black flats made a light tapping sound as she walked through the great Hall. She was wearing an emerald v-neck with three-quarter sleeves (the one Pansy had been wearing the day she threatened to disfigure Ronald's face. Pansy volunteered to let Hermione keep it after insisting she had three others the same) and a pair of three quarter leggings. It was a simple outfit but it screamed 'Ultimate Slytherin' just like the girls aimed for.

Her plump lips were coated in a light pink gloss and she'd perfected her Slytherin smirk. The redness in her cheeks was completely natural. There were so many pairs of eyes looking at her transformation. She saw, at the Gryffindor table, quite a few of the boys do a spit take and a dew even whispered to their friends. What caught her off-guard the most was that even some of the older boys from second and third year were noticing her. 'Finally, people know exactly who I am' she thought excitedly to herself.

She passed by the end of the Gryffindor table and Seamus Finnegan from her Potions class wolf whistled. She would have winked if it weren't for the fact he was a Gryffindor, so instead she made little eye contact and walked straight past him.

As she approached the Slytherin table, Blaise's eyes widened as he nudged Draco (who was busy talking to Terrence Higgs and Goyle) to look at what Pansy and the Greengrass sisters had created. When Draco looked, his mouth dropped into a perfect 'O' and his eyes would not leave hers. Hermione felt that connection again and butterflies erupted in her stomach. 'Oh my goodness, he's looking. What do I do?' she panicked silently internally while on the outside she plastered on her very rehearsed smirk.

"Hello boys," she said winking at Blaise and offering Draco a very Slytherin smile.

"Hermione? Is that you?" Blaise said, squinting his eyes as if Hermione were a bright light or something far away. Draco was still staring at her awestruck.

Draco knew that Hermione really was something different, not the same as any other girl in Slytherin. She wasn't insensitive or vain or arrogant. But she was mesmerizing and possessive, she knew what she wanted and how to get it. Those were the factors that made Draco want to be her friend. But before her transformation, she was just Hermione Granger: Draco's close friend. When she walked through those doors this night, she was Hermione Granger: the crush of almost every first year boy in Slytherin and the majority of other house's male first years - including Draco. And Blaise.

"You brush up nicely, Granger," Draco finally said. Hermione's heart fluttered with excitement. 'Maybe there's a bonus to this new look,' Hermione thought to herself. She smirked at Draco, trying to keep up her new Slytherin attitude she planned on keeping for all eternity.

"Don't go falling for me now, Draco," She said, holding back her laughter as both Draco and Blaise did a spit-take. Being on the other side of the table, Hermione was on the receiving end of it. Squeezing her eyes shut, she wiped the back of her hand across her face and glared at the two boys. They spluttered a bit and she couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't know about Draco," Blaise said, getting back to his ordinary self. "But I already have," Hermione's eyes went as round as saucers at Blaise's comment and couldn't help the uncontrollable laughter that followed when he winked at her.

This was the first time she felt real. Laughter was her key to feeling comfortable in her own skin.

Pansy was sitting next to Blaise, Hermione, Astoria and Daphne sitting across from them. Pansy scoffed and gestured for Hermione to turn around.

"A certain Weasel looks like he's about to drool," she said smugly. Hermione's head whipped around and sure enough, Ronald was sitting in his seat with his mouth hanging open, staring at Hermione to his heart's content. Harry, sitting next to the red-head, glanced at Hermione and offered her a small smile as if to say 'Looks good, but I can't say that cause of Ron'. Hermione just turned around and shrugged as she started to scoop food onto her plate.

"Too bad," she said quietly. Draco had watched her this entire time and finally got through his shock and back to his old, typical Slytherin personality.

"Can't touch what he can't afford, right?" He said wiggling his eyebrows at Hermione. She giggled and nodded, not wanting to be rude and speaking with her mouth full.

Hermione could tell that she was meant to be in Slytherin. She was going to have fun for the next seven years, and no Weasel was gonna stop her.