Waking up Hermione felt disoriented. It was still dark but her alarm announced six am. Of course. She was in the Slytherin dorms which was below ground. Stumbling into the common room after her rushed morning routine to be met with a very chirpy Draco Malfoy. Who would of thought she snickered.
The group of fifth year Slytherins swaggered into the great hall alerting the early birds of their arrival. "What you got first Granger?".
Looking down at her timetable once seated "Charms then Potions" peering at Pansys schedule, Hermione couldn't help but taunt the witches choice "seriously Divination".The group laughed at Pansys perfect imitation of a beetroot.
The large entrance swung open to Harry Potter and his followers. Hermione tried to ignore them but fates had other ideas "look Harry the death eater is finally with its own people" Ron loudly announced gaining the attention of the other diners.
Stab of hurt pieced Hermiones heart at her once friends hateful words.
Glancing up with a sneer, her head of house would be proud of "well, well if it isn't Harry Potters poor shadow" earning a round of laughter from her fellow Slytherins.
Feeling foolishly brave, Hermione made her way to the dimwitted duo "It seems without a brain in your little group, you two can't quite function" taunting them by pointing out Rons wardrobe malfunction. Who wears their shirt back to front.
Harry at least had the decency to look embarrassed before watching his redheaded friend scurry off.
Hermione led the way to potions with her new housemates. Sitting next to Draco helped cheer her up at least she was paired up with another like minded individual. Watching Ron massively fail on an easy potion resulting in a large deduction in house points more than they could afford was entertaining in the otherwise boring period.
The rest of term carried on in a similar fashion. Hermione, for the first time since she entered the wizarding world found a place were she truly believed she belong, accepting her new reality as a muggleborn snake.
The last term of fifth year went fast for Hermione having Pansy and Draco as her allies. Harry and Ronald trying and failing to bait her even when the rest of Hogwarts residents quietened down after the death eater allegations. All expect Gryffindor. No surprise there then. Who also funnily enough managed to come last for the house cup with Slytherin winning both the quidditch and the house cup. The faces on her old house gave her a small thrill. Bloody bastards deserve it.
The last day of term brought excitement for all students as it meant no homework and no nagging professors or in Ronald Weasleys case going home to Mommys home cooked food.
Breakfast was a rushed affair so the students could get to the train to get the best seats.
Leaving Hogwarts blissfully silent and dunderheaded free.
After waving off her new found friends, Hermione spied a beautiful snow white owl flying towards her, carrying a letter. Once near she helped detach the owl of its burden, thanking the majestic creature, she watched it fly back to where it came.
Dear Miss Hermione Granger
You are cordially invited to Malfoy manor for the summer holidays. We hope you can make it. My son speaks very highly of your intellect and your love of all things knowledge our invitation includes unlimited usage of our library.
Yours Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy
House of Malfoy
Severus sat watching his charge shift nervously in her seat, his patience slowly disappearing, he snapped "you have been a Slytherin for over a month now Granger, cease your perpetual movements" glaring at the chit "we are going to Malfoy Manor for the summer, you will behave. Do you understand?"
Hermione dumbly nodded not daring to speak. what else can I do, the man is absolutely terrifying.
Grabbing her trunk she met her stern head of house by the main entrance.
Severus shrunk her trunk and pocketed it and without further delay he pulled the girl flush up against his body apparating both of them to the gates of Malfoy manor releasing Granger he made his way up the long winded gravel drive towards peacock circus. His charge following behind.
Entering a lavish foyer with nicely done cream and silver walls decked with the Malfoy crest, stood three blondes in immaculate silk donned robes waiting for her and Severus.
Hermione hesitantly smiled at Draco who returned the gesture, while his father watched her with far to much interest and his mother who kissed the professors cheek turned to inspect Hermione. Without blinking Narcissa grabbed the young witches arm leading her into a rather fancy but still tastefully done reception room.
Turning on the young witch she laid her hand on the muggleborns chin lifting her face and leaning in as if she was about to kiss her "you seem rather nervous my dear" the blonde smirked, delighted at the girls nervousness.
Trying to fight the urge to pull away Hermione cleared her throat keeping her voice steady "I have never been in the presence of a beautiful wit.. Home" hoping the Lady of the manor didn't hear her slipup.
Oh what a delightful young thing, my, my interesting, she will be such fun. Narcissa laughed tuning out her thoughts, she watched the young Slytherin out the corner of her eye, pouring out whiskey for her husband and Severus who managed to slither in without either witches notice.
Unsure what to do Hermione stayed standing back straight by the door, sweeping her cinnamon eyes around the room she took note of the many portraits donning the walls, all with a famaliar sneer on their pale pointy faces with the same white blonde hair and grey eyes of Malfoy senior and Junior.
Unaware that she was being watched, she failed to realise someone was standing behind her until she saw her usually emotionless head of houses face darkening, glaring at her. So I thought, the man never smiles.
A rough hand clasped her trembling shoulder tightly, squeezing it as if putty in their hand, alerting her of the unknown presence. A warm breath blew on the back of her neck, a dark husky voice whispering in her ear "well, well what do we have here?" causing Hermione to shiver. The mysterious hand released her shoulder, lightly trailing across her shoulder blades over the front of her throat and across her collar bone. Hermione would of laughed at being in a headlock if it wasn't for the arm tightening around her throat, restricting her breathing and her eyes starting to blur.
"Release her Bella or are you so far gone that you feel the need to choke the life out of Draco's friend? Narcissa scolded her insane sister.
Hermione felt the arm disappearing, her vision returning and her airways opening back up. Her shaky legs unable to continue the support she needed, her backside collided with the plush cream carpet glancing up to see a pair of enticing shapely legs marching up to the spot Hermione find herself in.
The said legs crouching down to Hermiones level to reveal the face of Narcissa with concern written over her delicate features "can you stand miss Granger? or do you need help my dear?". A perfectly manicured hand thrust out to the girl to help her up.
Her angelic voice sounds extremely flirty, oh how I would love to.. Shaking her head to clear the unforbidden path of desire.
Grabbing the older witches outstretched hand Hermione clumsily got to her feet, swaying slightly she pitched forward into Mrs Malfoy, both tumbling back to the floor with the younger witch straddling Narcissas very slim waist. Lucius spluttered up his whiskey, laughing at the site of his elegant wife splayed out on their expensive carpet with a pretty little witch perched on top of her. Severus rolled his black bottomless eyes at both the witches and nudging his godson who was gaping like a goldfish looking for food.
Hermione felt unmeasurable amounts of arousal sitting upon the beautiful witch but at hearing the bark of laughter from said witches husband Hermione rolled off of Narcissa, clutching onto the wall for support she managed to finally stand up. Lucius got himself under control long enough to help his wife off the floor "steady on love, we don't want to scare the little witch just yet".
Bellatrix looked upon the scene bored, flopping herself down on the worn love seat, she stared intently at the new witch not caring an ounce if it made the girl uncomfortable.
The sunlight danced off the chandelier onto the dark witch slouched on the couch, a predatory smirk highlighting the witches face, Hermione blushed at being caught staring. Narcissa led the girl to the couch opposite Bella, keeping her hand on Hermione's thigh digging her nails lightly into her young flesh. "Well Cissa, is this the mudblood Draco has been obsessing over?" cackling at her nephews awkward face, turning to her little sister eyebrow raised.
The blonde sister stared back at the insane witch, feeling the girls thigh tense beneath her hand at the slur of her blood. "Really Bella, do you need to be so degrading to our guest?" raising her own perfectly shaped brow.