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Main Pairings: Hermione and Draco, Ginny and Blaise Zabini
Summary: Everyone has secrets, but happens when those skeletons in our closets rear their ugly heads and change our lives forever. This the love story of 2 Veelas, a Gypsy Princess and a normal pureblooded witch. Some OOC and slightly AU.
Platform 9 and ¾ was as busy as ever. Like usual, Hermione had come the day before, in one of her family's limos, and stayed at the Hilton in downtown London. Then, the next morning, she left the hotel with her "parents" and taken a less noticeable car to the train station. This is the way they had been doing this since she had first gotten her letter. However, this year was different. Instead of only coming with her "parents" (who were actually the commander of Hermione's guards and her husband), she also had two extra people with her. This year, two of her nieces and one of her nephews were coming to Hogwarts, although her nephew was not in the same car as them.
Although they were had different parents, you could easily pass the four of them off as siblings. They all had dark brown eyes, dark brown hair that was curly and frizzy, and they were all built along the same lines. Without the glamours on, they would be the same, only without the frizzy hair. Larger, bagger clothes hide their lean bodies. Misdirection and making thing appear differently than they really were was an art long practiced by their people.
If it had only been the two girls, Hermione would have been the only one there as a guardian. But because her nephew, the oldest son of her oldest brother, was coming as well, her parents had seen fit to add several companies of guards, almost all of which had already arrived at Hogwarts. No one would know they were there; after all, no one had ever noticed Hermione's personal guard. The guards were there for their use only, not the schools. The only time they would do anything was if Hermione was in danger, or ordered them to do something to help. The same rules would apply for the new guards sent to guard the younger members of her family.
Hermione and the others found it funny that no one noticed that there were extra train cars and that a bunch of men were running around in purple, gold and black uniforms that looked as if they had marched out of the Victorian era. This was yet another one of the differences in Hermione's guard and that of her nephew's. Whiles his was made up entirely of men running around in flashy colours, Hermione's was made up of hand selected warriors, both men and women, who blended into the crowds instead of distracting it. Hermione wasn't even sure whether or not they were going to demand to stay with their prince. But the worst part of this, apart from this giving the boy a huge ego, was that the girls were virtually ignored.
Before Hermione could continue her silent rant, a hand tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around to look at the darker hair women, who smiled and handed Hermione a sealed envelope. Taking it, she flipped to over to see her family's royal crest, Hermione than looked questionably into Arya's eyes. "Instructions from the majesties," responded Arya to Hermione's silent question. Mind you, she said all of this in Hungarian, in case someone might overhear her quiet whisper.
Hermione nodded, before ushering her two nieces onto the train. She didn't know where her nephew was, but she supposed he was with either his personal advisor or the captain of his guards. Seeing as she was head girl, Hermione shooed the girls into the head compartment, where they could read the letter from Hermione's parents. She knew better than to look for Harry and Ron as they would find her eventually and besides, her nieces were on the edge of total meltdowns.
Dear Girls,
As have probably noticed, we have ordered Joshua's guard wear their livery. This is because we have decided that he shall be at Hogwarts under our family's name instead of the anagram Granger, which you three are to continue using until we say other wise. Hermione, as we did not send the governess along with the girls, you are to school them for this year in our ways, as we should have done with you. Your guards are to look after them as well as they are in your charge.
Have a good year,
Markus Aidan,
Nicoletta Alexandria
There was no need at put their ranks, for the girls knew exactly who the letter was from. It was then that they noticed that the train had already started to move and that the door to their compartment had started to open.
"There you are, Hermione," exclaimed Ron. "We've been looking everywhere for you." Behind him stood the rest Hermione's best friends, Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley. Both Harry and Ron had grown, in looks, height and muscles. They were both now what would be considered 'hot.' Ginny, on the other hand, was still the same old Ginny, with her fiery red hair and freckles.
"No they weren't," replied Ginny, "They were both looking for their girlfriends and happened to find you instead." Both of Hermione's cousins giggled at this comment.
"Hermione, why do you have a bunch of First years in here?" Questioned Ron.
"They are my nieces, Breanna and Isadora. Bree, Dora this is Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley." Both of the girls nodded and said hello.
"You forgot Ginny," stated Ron.
"We already know Ginny," replied Breanna, or was it Isadora. They looked so much alike that it was hard to tell.
"Remember how I visited Herms or the summer? That's where I met them. I also told you they were going to go to Hogwarts."
"You did not," interrupted Ron.
"I did to, you were just to busy writing love letters to Lavender to pay attention to what I was saying Ron."
"Speaking of which, Ron, don't you think its time that we found our lovely girlfriends."
"Why yes, yes I think we should," and with that, the two boys left, going in search of their shagging partners……I mean girlfriends. The girls started to catch up with each other. Out of the entire student body, Ginny was the only one who knew Hermione's, and now Bree and Dora's, secret. They continued talking about various subjects for at least an hour when the door opened yet again.
"This is the Head's car, the place where the head girl and boy get to stay for the ride. And believe you me; getting Head boy is well worth the hard work, Josh. And you also…" Draco Malfoy trailed off as he noticed the girls. Moving into the compartment with the rest of his gang, including Blaise and Pansy, he sat down on one of the many sofas, with Hermione's nephew tagging along, minus the glamour the girls were forced to wear.
"These people, Josh, are people you don't want to be associated with," said Pansy.
"Oh don't worry, I already know that." Replied Josh.
"Shouldn't you be with people your own age?" asked Ginny, as Blaise looked her over, while she tried to ignore him.
"What's it to you? Besides, it's not like they have to," answered Josh while pointing at his cousins.
"No need to be rude." Commented Dora.
"Don't tell me what to do," yelled Josh.
"She wasn't you little git!" yelled Ginny in reply.
"Ya know Josh; you need a lesson in girls. Blonds are bubbly and have more fun, Brunettes are quiet and sex kittens," Said Blaise, nodding towards Hermione, who looked like she was gonna kill him. "And Reds are feisty and will bit you head off if you give them the chance."
Hermione just barely got a hold of Ginny as she leapt to tackle Blaise. She than glared at the Slytherins and her oldest nephew, "If I were you, I would be more careful with whom you insult and annoy, Mr. Arggner. And I wouldn't use the male students in this cabin as role models as they might not be the best people to aspire to with at your age." To drive her point home, to subtly twirled a ring on her right middle finger. It was made of white gold and had a medium purple gem surrounded by 6 tiny diamonds.
Josh quickly glanced at her hand and then looked back to Hermione's face. Even thought he was a prince, he knew that his aunt held a higher rank than him, and would not hesitate to use said rank to protect him. If she wanted to, she could even over rule him when he ordered his personal guards to do something. Josh also knew that she would only do this if she thought it was necessary. But that wouldn't stop her, or his two annoying cousins, from writing to his Mother, or worse, his Grandmother.
During this whole encounter, Draco remained silent. For some reason, he couldn't help look, well more like observe, Granger. She hadn't changed one bit. Her hair was still bushy, her clothing still baggy and her eyebrows still need to be waxed. Her eyes were the same chocolate brown that was her only redeeming feature. But now, they seemed familiar, although Draco couldn't comprehend why. For all his smarts, the Head boy didn't know why, Hermione Granger, the smartest witch to grace the halls of Hogwarts since Rowena Ravenclaw herself, or so was said, hadn't been able to tame her hair.
Draco continued his scrutiny of his new partner in crime, so to speak. Her shoes were the same old Mary Janes, her knee sock were still the ugly lacy ones that the first years wore. Her skirt when down to her knee, her gray vest was larger than most girls, and her white, oxford, button up top was still full in length and lose, and neatly tucked into her skirt. Over all of this, the Head girl would eventually throw a school robe that could have easily fit Hagrid. But out of all of this, only a very same detail caught Draco's eye. After all, Josh wasn't the only one who had seen her twist her ring.
It looked very expensive and custom made at that. Upon a closer look, Draco noticed that not only did she have that ring, he could see a small, delicate white gold chain, a white gold bracelet and the clip that was used to pull her hair away from her was studded with tiny purple gemstones. They all looked as finely made as his mothers, Draco concluded, and if that was anything to go by, there was no way that she could afford them, which brought him back to his original question.
Draco then looked at Weasley. She was looking better then she had before. Why hadn't she helped out her 'best friend?' Next came the two first years. They both looked exactly like Granger except that one had blue eyes and the other had green. They both wore the same baggy clothes and had the same bushy hair. They had small rings on the same finger, except, these ones were smaller, white gold band with a small purple gem and two smaller diamonds.
Draco looked up and noticed that he wasn't the only one who had seen this. Both Blaise and Pansy were looking confusingly at Grangers hand, then her face. Okay, that's a lie, thought Draco. Blaise had seen what Draco had seen, but the moment he had finished this, he had turned his attention back to Weaslette. Great Merlin! He's practically drooling over her! If I didn't know any better I would think that……What is that smell? I've never smelt anything like it. Draco sighed and breathed in the intoxicating smell. It smelled like apples with cinnamon laced with a flowery, feminine smell.
Pansy, who had no idea what was going on, looked at her two best friends, then at the Gryffindors. Both of the men she considered her bothers were acting oddly. Blaise, the intelligent yet bad boy Prince of Slytherin was openly staring at one of the few people that were forbidden to him, while Draco, the leader and king of the Slytherins, was currently off in his own little world. Although Pansy had been best friends with them since she was a toddler, she knew she would never understand how these two could act so oddly, yet still keep face. Both were supposedly 'cold, unfeeling, bad-ass Slytherins,' just like she was supposed to be their whore. The truth of the matter was that all of that was pure fiction, just like it was whenever the same types of rumors surfaced about the 'Golden Trio.'
The three Slytherins were brought back to the real world by the sound of a girl coughing, Daphne. She was a close friend of Pansy, and was well liked by all houses for her beauty and her tack. Although her family didn't openly side with the dark, they didn't side with the light either, she was still a proud member of Slytherin.
Draco looked around and found Granger staring out the window, looking bored. With a wave for his hand, all of the Slytherins except Pansy, Blaise, Daphne, Crabbe and Goyle left. Looking around he noticed for the first time he was standing at the door with his five friends standing around him. Granger was sitting on one of the six couches, which was the one closest to the window; Weaslette was sitting on the couch directly to the left of Grangers and Granger's to first years were sitting with Josh on the other side of her. Draco led his group over to the other couches, Pansy and Daphne taking one, Crabbe and Goyle another and Blaise and Draco claimed the last, which was directly across from Grangers in the circle which the couches formed. The only noise was Pansy and Daphne talking quietly and the sound of the three first bickering. This was going to be a long train ride.
A/N: I'm sorry it took so long to post this chapter but I rewrote it about ten times until I finally got it kind of right. I'm sorry about switching point of views so many times but, I wanted to. By the way, this story in no way follows Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, there fore all knowledge and events that happened in that book will be disregarded except for the spells and Snape's heritage. I'll try and get the next chapter out soon, however it might be a while as I am just staring Grade 9 and will most likely a have a melt down, so my apologies, but I'll try not to. Anyways, Bye Byes for now.
