Chapter two;

"Hermione, Draco. Welcome back for your final year." Professor McGonagall said with a cheery smile as they approached the front of the great hall where all the first years were waiting to be sorted into there houses.

"I must ask you Hermione, what do you wish to be called, as you no longer are Hermione Granger but..."

The professor was interrupted by Hermione. "My name will remain the same. Knowing who my family is, you must certainly agree that it would be safer for student and staff alike." she merely said with an evil smirk.

"I understand Ms. Granger but you do know that you cannot change you mind."

"I already said that is what I wish to be called what more do you want?" she snapped.

Turning, McGonagall addressed the rest of Hogwarts.

"Welcome back everyone and to the first years welcome. The first years need to be sorted into there houses that they will live in for the next seven years. If you do well in your classes you will receive points for your house, any rule breaking or unacceptable behaviour and you will lose points. Naturally the house with the most points at the end of the year will win the house cup. Before the first years get sorted we must first re-sort Hermione Granger."

Whispers erupted through out the great hall. Never had a student needed to be re-sorted.

But, ignoring everyone's snide comments and sidelong glances, Hermione walked up to the stool and sat down. McGonagall lowered the sorting hat onto her head.

"Hmmmm, Ms Granger, or should I say Ms…" it started to whisper in her ear before she interrupted.

"Shut up and sort me you stupid excuse for a hat."

"Very well. I see you have now discovered the truth about your lineage. I guess that leaves only one place for you to go. Slytherin!" It shouted but instead of cheering there were but more whispers as Hermione calmly walked down to sit next to the now seated Draco Malfoy.

"I don't know what Potter and Weasel-bee hates the most, the fact that you're now in Slytherin or the fact that you came, sat next to me and are listening intently to what I am whispering into your ear in a very friendly manner."

Hermione smirked, only adding fuel to the fire. "Well," she whispered back, her facial features and body language where not helping the fury growing inside of Harry and Ron. "I don't really care what they think. They would hate me forever if they knew the truth so I think I'll mess around with them for now, it will keep me amused until the time comes for them to learn the truth." Draco smirked. "I could always make it worse…"

"How?"

Hermione leaned up and kissed Draco passionately on the mouth. He willingly returned the favour of affection knowing it would mess around with the minds of, well, everyone.

Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Ginny, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle all started to choke on the food they were supposed to be eating.

Looking around, shocked that everyone was choking on soup, they both calmly got up, then Draco took Hermione's hand and they ran out of the Great Hall.

Arriving at there dormitories a few short moment's later, the pair collapse on the ground in a fit of laughter. The portrait quickly (and furiously) swung open again as Pansy, followed closely by Crabbe and Goyle, made her way across the common room to them.

"What the hell do you think you are doing mudblood!" Pansy screamed at the top of her lungs. "Get your hands off my Drakie."

Hermione smiled after exchanging shocked glances with Draco. Getting up, she strode over so she was face-to-face with Pansy and looked her directly in the eye.

"Oh yeah? Who's gonna make me? You?"

Pansy hissed. "I'm warning you now, Granger. You may be in Slytherin but you are still a Gryffindor to everyone in this house, so don't make yourself to comfortable. You'll be out of here within a week."

"You won't be saying that much longer. If you make my life hell, then I'd be more worried about your parents. Would you end up with some miserable and lonely aunt or uncle or in some muggle orphanage?"

"What the hell are you on about?"

Hermione was about to answer when Draco interrupted.

"Hermione, we gotta go."

"What? Where? Why?"

"You remember that thing I told you about?"

"No! What thing?"
"Just come on." Dragging her away out of the portrait hole they started to walk towards the giant doors that guarded the corridors from the outside elements.

"Draco, what the hell were you doing back there!?!?" Hermione demanded. "You should have left me alone. I would have clobbered her."

"Yes, but you were about to expose your secret and I don't think your parental unit would appreciate that. You have to learn to deal with these people; they aren't going to make it easy on you because you came from Gryffindor. So, stick with me and I'll look after you."

"Thank-you." Hermione said sweetly as she hugged the Slytherin prince. "But I'm still mad that I didn't get to fight Parkinson. Can you imagine how funny she would look with a black eye?"

There laughter was soon interrupted by the melodious unison voices of the Weasely twins.

"Hermione!" they shouted, waving at her before they came running over.

"You should see Ron," Fred started.

"He is absolutely furious," George continued.

"We reckon, that whatever you done…"

"Must've been absolutely hilarious…"

"To make Ronny go off like that."

"So what did you do?"

They both sat there, waiting patiently for an answer.

"Well…" Hermione started as she told the pair of trouble makers what she had done.

"I wish we had thought of getting you to do that!" Fred cried.

"It's bloody brilliant! No wonder…" George went on.

"Ron was off his rocker!"

"You're a genius Hermione! We might just…"

"Get you to come and cause some mischief with us…"

"One night. But until then…"

"Thank-you for the chaos." The both said before each kissing a cheek and running off laughing about what she and Malfoy done.

"Well," Draco started. "That was unexpected."

"Tell me about it." Hermione sighed and slumped onto the stairs. Malfoy followed suit. "How much longer do I have to do this? Can't I just quit school and go home?"

"I doubt you would be allowed. Your old wouldn't exactly appreciate you leaving school, even if you are the brightest witch of our age." Sighing, the pair of Slytherins got up and walked back up to there dormitory to get some much needed sleep.

Little did they know was that her only living parent was thinking the exact opposite.