No Mornings by The Kennedys inspired some of this. And a big thanks to my first reviewer Hazel The Rabbit. The first is always the most crucial.


Chapter 2

Hermione woke up to hushed voices muttering around her. She moved her hand up to her head, rubbing her temple. It felt as if she was a victim of legilimency, which was basically mind rape.

"Silence, fools. She stirs because of your blather." A cold voice told whoever else was in the room.

"Couldn't she just be tired of sleeping or something?"

"That's not physically possible, Godric." A calculating voice explained slowly.

"Yes Godric, please keep your idiotic theories to yourself." The cold voice sneered.

"Salazar!" A woman different from the first and closer to her gasped. Hermione opened her eyes to a world of fuzz.

"I believe she may have something to do with the boy." The first woman spoke again.

"Very possible." Her vision cleared, and she saw the exact replica of Salazar Slytherin looking disdainfully at her. A rather round, homely woman had her hand to Hermione's forehead.

"There you are, awake now." Hermione coughed, then winced at the dryness of her throat. The woman, who Hermione had to guess was Helga, from the paintings she had seen, summoned a cup of water from nearby. "Here you go dear." She drank it slowly, and thought of what to do, surveying the room. It was well lit by candles, and decorated in modest, warm colors, with a large open window. It was night outside. She must definitely not let them know she was muggleborn. She'd most likely be killed.

"Young woman, where do you come from?" Rowena Ravenclaw asked her head cocked to the side, her long black hair cascading over her shoulder.

"Ro-" her voice came out scratchy. "Romania." It was a near whisper. She had chosen Romania because it was less known back in this day and age. Especially the pureblooded families.

"Really." Salazar commented dryly.

"C'mon snakey." Godric, the robust and rowdy looking Gryffindor threw his arm around the Slytherin, smiling. "Leave the poor witch alone!" Rowena raised an eyebrow at this gesture.

"Godric," he spoke calmly, "if you'd please stop touching me...?" Godric waggled his eyebrows.

"That's not what you said last night..." Hermione missed Salazar drawing his wand.

"If you speak another word, you will not be sleeping with anyone, any time soon." Hermione noticed where his wand was and stifled her laughter. Godric visibly paused, but didn't say anything.

"Don't be so harsh," Rowen chuckled, "Godric can't help himself."

"He will learn to." Salazar sheathed his wand again, and stepped away from Godric. "Anyway we have more...pressing matters." his near black eyes flickered back to Hermione. She looked at her hands.

"So, how'd you get here, from Romania ?" he asked, clearly not believing her story.

"I'm not exactly sure myself..." Hermione bit her lip.

"Stop interrogating the girl Salazar."

"Yes, we don't even know her name yet." Rowena looked at her.

"Her-Hermione, ma'am." Hermione looked up to see three of the founders looking at her. Godric had fallen asleep in a nearby chair. He couldn't be Godric Gryffindor, he looked to much like Ron who had fallen asleep in the middle of writing his potions essay. She must've looked at him incredulously because Salazar smirked.

"We are aware of our companions' shortcomings as well." he looked at Godric a second. "For example, falling asleep whenever anything of any importance is going on."

"I'd like to disagree with Salazar, but that is becoming an increasingly annoying habit of his." Rowena nodded at him. Helga sighed in agreement.

"Your name is strange." Salazar commented. "Greek, am I correct?" Hermione nodded. "Interesting."

"There you go again," Helga huffed. "Judging the poor young woman before you even introduce yourself."

"Yes, I suppose we have been rude." Rowena mused.

"Rude?" Salazar raised a perfect, dark eyebrow. "She is the rude one. Imposing on us at such a time."

"Salazar, be quiet. You are the one who agreed we should bring her here rather then leave her with a mediwitch." He narrowed his eyes at her. He then looked at Hermione.

"I am Salazar Slytherin, heir to the Slytherin fortune and all it implies. You owe us a life debt." Then he strode out of the tent. He had spoken the words like a true Slytherin, but Hermione couldn't detect any sort of Malfoy-like malice in it. Just proud of his heritage.

"A life debt?" Hermione had heard of them before.

"Yes, sorry he broke it so uncouthly to you. We weren't even going to mention it." Rowena looked after him "I am Rowena Ravenclaw."

"I'm Helga." The portly woman said, still next to Hermione. "That's Godric." she pointed to the sleeping, lion-like figure on the couch.

"Bit of an idiot." Rowena remarked.

"Rowena! Be kind!" Rowena shook her head.

"You are a witch, correct?"

"Y-yes." she rasped. "I lost my wand on the trip." Would Harry and Ron worry? Would they try and find her, no matter what? Then she remembered what Harry had told her.

"Hermione." he had drawn her aside.

"Yes Harry?" he had sighed and rubbed his temples.

"It isn't working out." She looked at him confused. "You and Ron. I can't be friends with both of you at the same time."

"Why not?" He didn't explain further, and went back to Ron, laughing and joking.

She thought he had been joking. Then he started ignoring her. So, maybe he wouldn't. Ron wouldn't he'd never want to see her again. She apparently 'broke' his heart and was a conniving bloody wench. Apparently while she was in her reverie, Rowena had been speaking.

"...new one." Hermione looked up.

"Hm?"

"We have to get you a new wand, since you lost your own." Hermione's eyes brightened. A new wand would be amazing. "Then we can see if we can get you started on your studies, if you so wish."

"Studies?" Helga smiled.

"This is Hogwarts. We teach Witchcraft and Wizadry here."

"You should be in my house," she heard Godric mumble. He yawned, and sat up. "You look like you have some fire to you." he rubbed his eyes and sat up. Hermione had a strange feeling. She didn't want to be a Gryffindor. She was all for dangerous missions and adventures for a cause. But legend said that Godric Gryffindor went and did crazy stuff for fun, and when he was bored.

"We shall see about that when we come upon it." He got up and stretched, his whole back crackling unpleasantly.

"Godric, that's a disgusting habit." Helga huffed. Hermione giggled. It seemed that no one really liked the Gryffindor. Which was understandable.

"So?" he strutted out of the room.

"Too bad he's so good looking," Rowena shook her head.

"Otherwise I'd hex him." Helga finished her sentence. They laughed together.

"Are you feeling good enough to move? We might as well go see if we can fetch you a wand today." Hermione nodded, standing up. Her legs ached a little, but she was fine.

"Don't worry girl, we don't bite." Helga smiled at her.

"It's just..." Shocking? Merlin yes. Impossible? If she wasn't seeing it with her own eyes, then she'd think it was. "different. Where I come from, we have to hide. There aren't schools." She was attempting to play innocent, lost girl. As much as she hate to admit it, she'd have to be as Slytherin as possible to survive.

"You should meet the boy, he is an utter wreck." Rowena commented, opening the door for Hermione. "He's keeps going on and on about silly things. We believe he has a sort of head trauma."

"He went into a dead feint when he saw Salazar though. I thought he died, poor dear." Helga went first, bustling down the steps with Hermione following the best she could. Rowena shut the door, which took away the bit of light Hermione was using to see.

"Um..." she stopped, and Rowena ran into her.

"What's wrong?" she asked, grasping Hermione's shoulders, which freaked her out even more.

"I-I can't see she stuttered gaining better use of her voice.

"Just walk, I assure you, there are not cliffs on either side of this staircase." Hermione nodded to herself, and Rowena took her hands off her shoulders. She walked forward, praying that Rowena was telling the truth. She was then suddenly curious about something.

"Who's the boy?" she asked, holding her hands out in the darkness.

"He insists that his name is Draco Malfoy." Hermione nearly stopped cold, but instead, she tripped down the stairs a bit and crashed into Helga.

"Clumsy are we?" she asked, straightening Hermione.

"N-no. I've- well I've heard that name before." Rowena's voice came behind her.

"Do you remember where?" she questioned.

"No, it's a bit foggy. I mean, nearly everything is." Hermione lied. She heard Helga brushing herself off.

"Good we were near the door, or we'd both have taken an awful tumble. I forgot how treacherous these stairs could be in the dark." Helga spoke, and then Hermione heard the sound of a door creaking, and a thin slice of light cut through the darkness, illuminating either side of the staircase. Hermione paled. Large gaps of empty space was between the wall and the steps. She looked at Rowena, who looked at her blankly.

"Did you honestly expect me to tell you?" She had a point. "Besides, I wouldn't of let you fall. Hogwarts can't have her students dying in too great of numbers, can she?" Too great of...? Hermione swallowed. Something told her that it wasn't going to be as safe as it was when she went to school.

"Come on, we must see Myrnin before the morn rises. He will be extremely irritated interrupt his classes." Myrnin? She had never heard of him before.

"Is he a wandmaker?" Rowena nodded.

"Yes. A very talented one. Much better then that Ollivander and his crude works."

"Ollivander?"

"He owns a shop dear, in a little magical alley for those of us who have more magical abilities." Helga said. Hermione noticed how they refrained from using witch and wizard too much.

"Oh." Hermione blinked. She had always thought that Ollivander's was best. She had a lot to learn, she guessed.

"Don't dawdle, Hermione." Hermione had realized she had stopped, and rushed to follow Rowena and Helga, who were quite aways ahead of her. She hurried to keep up with them, full to the brim of curiosity and buzzing with an excitement she hadn't felt since she was a student at Hogwarts. This was turning out to be a much better Christmas then she expected.

(The Draco Situation)

Draco had been kidnapped by a tall blond muggle. No wand, just a black, out-of-fashion fedora and an air about him. He had a creepy grin that Malfoy swore belonged to one of those perverted old men that stalked the street looking for young boys. While he wasn't seventeen again, he looked damn good and he knew it. Maybe he'd been kidnapped because the freak had a fetish.

When he had woken up, he had seen some fat old bat hovering over him, which helped to strengthen his resolve that he wasn't here for anything more then being someone's little sex toy.

"Bloody hell!" he cursed at her, backing up against the wood hewn headboard.

"No need for that kind of language young man." A tall, dark-haired lady told him, writing in a journal in the far corner of the room.

"I can do whatever the bloody hell I want." he sneered at her. She looked up at him a moment, eyes boring into him, making Draco uncomfortable. He fussed a bit, then realized he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"What did you do with my clothes?" he asked them, glaring. Rowena sighed. The man was already trying and he had been awake for a short while.

"You were injured dear," the fat one sat on the edge of his bed.

"Well, I didn't ask for your help, now did I?" she looked a bit shocked at this.

"It was the right thing to..."

"Spare your breath Helga," a cold voice spoke from from the darkness. A tall man, not only resembling Salazar Slytherin, but completely matching the painting of him stepped forward, glaring at Malfoy. Draco's mouth went dry. "He looks to be an impertinent brat is I ever saw one." Then Draco passed out from the shock of not only seeing the founder of his old Hogwarts house, but also being insulted by him.

"What did you do Salazar?" Rowena asked, closing her journal.

"He obviously was brought up with no manners. It is shame he is too old now to change it."

"Maybe we can?" Helga suggested.

"How so?" Salazar looked at her.

"Let him spend a couple days with Godric." Everyone paused and looked at each other. A full out evil grin broke on Salazar's face.

"Now that you mention it, he did speak of a trip that he wanted me to attend. Surely he would not attest to this young man going in my place."

"Surely not." Rowena agreed. "Shall we tell him of this arrangement now? Or after we eat?"

"Lets wait until after. I'm sure Helga has a bit of work yet to do." He nodded to her.

"See you at supper then." Helga waved them off, and went back to her healing.


Sorry if any of you like Godric, and I will try and make Mr. Salazar a nicer guy. Read and review. Just click the button. I know you want to, and you know you want to. Even a short one would be nice! Especially if you want some Dramione action, because the more reviews, the more chapters! (I know this one was up kinda fast. I already had a lot of it done when I uploaded the first chapter.) PLEEAAASSSEEEE REVIEW! DRACOXHERMIONE MOMENTS CAN'T BEGIN TO HAPPEN WITHOUT THEM!