A/N

Great, my mother is on here. How awkward is that? Jk. Hi Mom! Don't ground me forever!

Again, I own absolutely nothing.

Thanks to all of my readers, love you!

~MC

One week later, they boarded the Hogwarts Express. Sid assumed they were going to sit with Blaise, so it surprised him when she stopped at a compartment. "Whats wrong?" He asked, worried.

"My friends are in here," she nodded towards the compartment.

"I told Blaise I'd find him..." Sid admitted.

"Then go find him and I'll be here."

"Hermione..."

"Fine, we'll sit with the fucking Slytherins," she caved. Sid smiled and kissed her cheek. Blaise was sitting with Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle when Sid dragged her in.

"Bit out of your element, aren't you mudblood?" Malfoy sneered, a new air of cockiness surrounding him.

Hermione cocked her head slightly. Usually their banter had an undertone of playfulness only they could hear, it was the only thing that kept the two of them from hating each other. His words had a sting to them. "You did it," she murmured. "Sid I can't be in here."

"Mia..." he protested.

"Just give me five minutes." She fled to the back of the train where she nearly burst into tears. Malfoy had become a Death Eater. The same kid she'd known for years, grown up with, fought tooth and nail, but also silently studied side by side with for hours because the company helped them focus, was a Death Eater. She had dreaded that this day would come.

She regained composure and headed back to the compartment. Sid looked concerned, but she shook her head and sat beside him. "That was rich, even for you, mudblood, running away from a fight." Malfoy sneered.

"You're not talking to me," she said simply. "It's not you."

Malfoy recoiled. "How'd you...?"

"Draco is always messing with me. We bicker like siblings, but neither of us ever mean anything.

Whoever it is that's talking, it isn't Draco Malfoy."

"Fuck, Granger, I thought you'd be less perceptive." Blaise admitted. "Drake's out of commission right now, you're talking to Neil Fisk, some third year from Slytherin."

"Never try to trick me, Blaise." So the marking hadn't happened yet, or maybe it had. Hermione had an eerie feeling about it.

"You alright?" Sid squeezed her hand.

"I'm fine. It was just unnerving to hear him talk out of Malfoy's mouth like that." She shook her head.

"Yeah, Neil, he's more of an annoying older brother to Granger than an enemy," Blaise told the third year. "The same is true with Pansy. Now Potter and Weasley are his enemies."

"Fuck, harass Granger, don't harass Granger, this kid is fucking complicated."

Hermione laughed lightly. "See you, Blaise. Sid has to come meet the Gryffindors before you corrupt him."

"Too late," Sid grinned. "My heart is in Slytherin. Our children will all be wearing green and silver for the rest of their lives."

"Well your children might," she smirked. "Any child of mine would be a Gryffindor or a Ravenclaw." She led her laughing boyfriend out into the hall and into the compartment with Harry and Ron. Harry stood immediately at their entrance, wand out.

"The last thing you said in your letter to me." He said simply.

"P.S Everything will be okay." Hermione smiled and hugged him.

"Who is this?" Harry asked, eyeing Sid.

"About that..."

"Five years you've been dating this guy and you never told us?" Ron demanded, looking hurt. "We're your best friends!"

"I'm her best friend," Sid put in.

"Not helping," Hermione shot.

"After learning you and Ginny hid my existence from your friends, I'm not in a helping mood." Sid scowled. "Why didn't you tell them?"

"Because it just never came up," Hermione sighed. "It wasn't a conscious decision."

"I am going to milk this for all it's worth." Sid grinned.

"Jackass."

"What was that? Loving girlfriend of five years who forgot to tell her friends about me?"

"Oh, he plays for Bulgaria as a Chaser."

"No way!" Ron gasped. "You're Sidney Rainwrite?" Sid glared at his girlfriend as Ron asked him a thousand questions, mostly about Krum.

"Vic and I loathe each other," Sid finally said. "I get on him about putting on shows and not getting things done and he hates that. Plus, he asked out my girlfriend."

"Still, you have to play for Gryffindor! We would destroy Slytherin!"

"If I do play this year," Sid said calmly, "it will be for whatever house I'm sorted into. It's not set in stone yet."

Harry saw Sidney's annoyance much more clearly than Ron did. The boy would end up in Slytherin most likely, as no loudmouth Gryffindor would be able to bite their tongue for so long.

Sid was sorted before the first years. Hmm, the hat hummed in his mind. Loyal, ambitious, intelligent, courageous... very difficult to place. The image of Hermione flashed through his mind. Devoted, to her and your other pursuits. You'd be too headstrong for Hufflepuff. But not quite as stubborn as a Gryffindor, as you know. You would do well in Ravenclaw, very well indeed. Slytherin too.

"Put me in Slytherin and be on with it." Sid shot, impatient.

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat shouted. The hall clapped politely and Sid stepped down before walking over and sitting beside Blaise. Hermione stuck her tongue out at him, and he returned it. She smiled and blew him a kiss. Sid loved her so much.

"How could you date a Slytherin?" Ron demanded.

"Please, he's only a Slytherin because he's ambitious and a tad manipulative. I've known him my entire life, it doesn't matter what House he's in," Hermione shot.

Sid wrapped her in his arms as soon as the feast was over and they were in the hall. "I love you."

"I love you too. Congratulations," she murmured into his neck.

"Is there a rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor?" Sid asked.

"Yeah, there has always been one. Don't worry about it." She kissed him. "I love you."

"I love you too, I'll see you in the morning." Neither of them pulled away. Sid was so used to sleeping in her bed, he didn't want to sleep alone.

When they finally pulled away from each other, they headed to their separate common rooms. Sid, of course, was lost even with the directions Blaise had given him. "Where you headed?" Draco Malfoy found him, the real Draco Malfoy from what he could tell.

"The dungeons."

"Follow me."

"Hold on," Sid insisted. Draco arched an eyebrow. "Hermione cares about you, don't let her know you have a Mark."

"Granger doesn't care about me..."

"Really? Because she had nightmares about you getting the Mark, and woke up crying. She does care about you." Sid shot.

"I didn't get it," Draco admitted, rolling up his sleeve. "No, I don't want it either." They walked in silence for a bit. "It kill you to know her dreams were about me and not you?"

Sid smirked. "No, because she looks for me when she wakes up." Draco smirked a little. "She could tell that kid wasn't you."

"That's okay, I just needed an alibi with everyone else in case something went wrong." Draco shrugged. "I think you started of with the wrong impression of us."

"Blaise told me everything," Sid smirked a little. "You spend quite a bit of time with her considering you loathe each other."

"Okay, so we're acquaintances," Draco shrugged. Sid arched an eyebrow. "It's complicated. She's beautiful."

"I know."

"Fuck," Draco looked at him in shock. "How'd you do that?"

"Do what?" Sid smirked.

"I'm fucking spilling my guts to you!"

"Oh that," Sid smirked. "It's a simple little charm. It'll wear off, eventually."

"Fucking..." Draco laughed. "At least the Sorting Hat got it right."