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Blaise sobered.

"I also have some more surprising news about her."

Draco groaned.

"What now?"

"She's in our Year at Hogwarts."

Draco's mouth dropped.

"Surely, it couldn't be…"

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"Surely it couldn't be one that you've had… you know. .. SEX with?" Draco shouted.

The house elves sniggered discreetly on the story below.

Blaise groaned and shouted back

"Shut up! You could've slept with her too!"

He got up and suddenly started pacing the room.

"As-"

"If you even dream of sleeping with my sister you will die!"

"We don't even know who she is!"

"Well who in our grade has black hair and dark or green eyes!?"

"Um…Harry Potter?"

Blaise sent him a scathing glare.

"I think my sister would be a girl, somewhat hot, black hair, has dark eyes, smart."

"And in Slytherin." Draco added. Blaise nodded.

There was silence.

"Then who is she!? Who do we know that meets that description?!"

"Lavender?"

"The Gryffindor?"

"She kinda does match it."

"Draco, she's in Gryffindor!"

"So what? Maybe your sister's like so oh-so-noble that she got kicked into Gryffindor."

"Whatever, let's focus on Slytherin. Find a person that sort of matches the description, but a girl we haven't slept with, please."

"Um…"

There was another thoughtful silence.

"The Jasmine girl!"

"What?"

"You know, the one that just came from Beauxbatons end of last year. The hot one with the black hair she dyes blonde. The 7th year Slytherin that…" Draco trailed off as he was about to finish. Blaise finished it for him.


"The one that we both slept with?"

Draco looked down at his feet blushing at the erotic images floating to his mind of a magically enhanced girl sandwiched between him and Blaise.

Blaise threw himself on the bed almost on top of Draco, Draco dived out of the way just in time. Blaise went in a childish rage and started kicking and punching his bed.

"What if I've slept with her!?"

"Then you've just slept with her." 'And maybe there'll be another wierd incest twist' Draco said rather bluntly whilst begin on the receiving on of once again another death glare.

"But what if-"

"But what if you haven't Blaise? Go ask her tomorrow evening. I'm sure she'll remember if she slept with you, even more so if she did with me."

Blaise grimaced.

"Just thinking of my own flesh and blood mingling with yours gives me the shudders. It's like picturing Potter naked in an orgy with Weasley."

Draco raised an inquisitive eyebrow, just short of disgust.

"You picture Potter and Weasley naked?"

"Good, it's a big day tomorrow. You'll be coming back home, meeting your old dad and we'll go to dear Draco's party in the evening."

Hermione pulled a face and hid under her covers.

Tom pulled down the covers and kissed her on the forehead and she just stared at him with wide but sort of …adoring eyes. Her mother grabbed Tom's hand, gave her daughter a kiss and walked outside. She fell asleep.

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Hermione awoke to the chirping of … birds? ... outside her window.

'I have a window?'

Sure enough, she was in a different room. It was huge. It was probably the size of her old house. She sprang up out of her huge King sized bed and took in all the colours and wonders of her room. The walls were was green with silver lines with the occasional artistic stroke of black. Her OMG fucking massive wardrobe was the size of a whole wall and as she opened the many doors, she gasped as she took in all the many dresses, pants, jeans, socks (something everyone always runs out of), SHOES, T-shirts and just in short, EVERYTHING. The floor was carpeted white. She turned around and was greeted with … heaven.

She saw her own small library of books crowding a whole wall. Hermione just stood there dumbfounded with her mouth open. For the next hour she walked around her little heaven occasionally brushing her fingers over the spine of a hardcover not noticing the presence of her parents in the room.

"Quite the little academic isn't she, love?"

Hermione snapped around to see Tom and her mum standing looking at her.

And her mum answered Tom.

"Quite the academic, just like you." She said softly whilst gazing dreamily into Tom's equally adoring eyes

"But I wasn't as- OOF"

He was interrupted as he was winded as their daughter came to give them the most ferocious hug ever.

"I love you so much."

"Oh honey we love you t-"

They were interrupted by their butler, Walter coming in and telling them that a certain Mr Thomas Granger was waiting in the foyer room was waiting for them.

All three of them looked at each other and smiled.


"WTF."

He had arrived to pick up his remaining possessions that would take away the last of any valuables in his home so that he could sell them or give it to his new fiancée who was demanding money for the rent. He'd come by obviously expecting no other than the extensive Pymble neighbourhood with their modest houses and well kept gardens. However, when he got there he found that Number 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 in his neighbourhood had been sold, the biggest housing estates in the area! Number 6 had been the Granger home. Where had it gone? In its place he had found a huge mansion with the most spectacular gardens and fountains. It was an all brick home which covered the whole are which had been demolished.

"What rich billionaire moved here?"

'Where the hell did Jane go?'

Well there was only one way to find out. He walked through the huge gardens to knock on the huge mahogany doors and just before he knocked the doors swung open to a magnificently built home acquired only to the taste of the rich and famous. There were seats and it as labelled.

"Please wait."

He sat on a seat and just as he did a very prim looking old gentleman came out nowhere.

"Do you have a schedule with Miss Zabini?"

"No,"

"Then you may leave."

"I came to ask after my wife and child, Jane and Hermione Granger."

Even though the butler's face remained impassive, Thomas could tell he recognised the names.

"You would be Mr Thomas Granger then?"

"Yes I am."

"I shall ask Madame if she would like to talk to you."

Mr Granger just nodded.

After a few minutes, he heard a few voices coming from a few rooms away. They were chatting quite animatedly and for a moment he thought he could hear Hermione.

The woman that appeared before him had dark brown hair that was pulled back into a loose bun which made her look very attractive. She was wearing a singlet top and black pants that showed off her legs. He could feel himself getting tight just thinking about her. Her oddly familiar smile bugged him and he couldn't think of what it reminded him of until the second figure walked in.

She had brown ringlets that were full of life and her baggy T-shirt and tight pants crowned her as a teenager in her prime. But it was when she faced him when …


"Potter and Weaselbee aren't the problem here!"

"Yes we know. We're discussing whether you've slept with your sister or not."

"No! What am I going to do when I first meet her! I mean, my mum and my sister! I mean you're fine! Your parents love you and all that shit!"

It was true. Lucius and Narcissa doted upon their only son and spoilt him, giving him whatever he needed or wanted. What he wanted, he always got. All the ex-Death Eaters that hadn't killed anyone or tortured anybody were put on almost 24/7 hour watch until their behaviour was noted to be nothing of danger. Lucius being the good man he was passed within a matter of weeks. Others were not so lucky. The whole Lord Voldemort fiasco was dying down and everyone why LV had been so evil and how he was still alive, but in good form, left alone by the evil spirit that possessed him for so many years that Harry Potter had killed. Tom Marvolo Riddle had been kept inside a prison inside his own mind. To some surprise, he was often heard to act like a father to Harry Potter. Harry Potter accepted the fact he had been possessed when he had killed his parents and tortured those countless people and accepted LV's apologies with a smile and they had remained friends ever since.

"Shut up Blaise. We're meeting with them tonight. Calm it."

"NO! I REFUSE TO BE CALM!"

"FINE! THEN BELIEVE THAT YOU SLEPT WITH HER!"

Blaise's face looked stricken and on the verge of a sheer faint.


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