Gryffindor's Princess or Slytherine's Heir?

Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter, or Draco, and know one wanted to help me. sigh oh well more for me!

Thanks to:

meenajon--thank you, you can breath easy now

twitchy-tennisplayer—does your throat hurt after all that screaming?

ApparentHeir1991-thank you very much!

Viktor Krum's lazyllama101-yes it is and its just gonna get worse, I love your name

PrettyPrincess01-so do I that's why I wrote one, because usually Hermione and Draco end up together and I love darco!

Slytherin-Ice-Queen22—thank you!

More Than You Can Handle—that's the best part of a story isn't it?

Recap:

"We can go," with that he reached into his pocket for the port key. We each grabbed on and I grabbed onto the girl pulling her close, and almost let go when I found a head of light brown hair with blue and green streaks.

"Hermione- - - is- -is- - -Scales? And Voldemort's daughter!'

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Prove it!

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Whispers and murmurs flittered at the edge of my hearing. My head pounded and my body was stiff, the after effect from the spell. Slowly I sat up but kept my eyes closed, so I didn't get dizzy. My one hand cradled my pounding head.

"Damn," I muttered and slowly stood up, eyes still closed.

Then I opened them and waited for them to focus. I almost screamed when they did, there in front of me sat Voldemort. Some how I remained cool and stood calmly as I scanned the room, finding I was standing in a circle of Death Eaters, twenty total.

"Damn," I said again.

"Such crud language from a young woman," hissed Voldemort. I turned my eyes on him.

"What do you want?" I asked surprisingly calm. Hen laughed.

"Directly to the point, you are so much like me," I almost gagged.

"I am nothing like you!" I spat, hands on hips. I looked like a typical rebelling teenager, but I was reaching for my wand which was shrunk to the size of a pin and stuck through my belt loop. Got it!

"We are more alike then you think, daughter," he smirked. That stopped me cold, not the smirk, the daughter part.

"Wh-what?"

"Yes, I figured they never told you, but you are my daughter."

"NO!" I screamed, my wand was out and pointed directly at Voldemort.

What happened next happened fast. My wand was shot out of my hand and across the room. I was thrown next in the opposite direction; I hit the wall high then slumped to the floor. The Death Eaters circled me. I was pissed. First I find out I'm adopted, the Draco comes to my club, I get kidnapped by Death Eaters, and now I just figured out Voldemort is my father! Something came over me and I slammed my fist hard into the ground, it shook like an earthquake. The Death Eaters fell to the ground as I stood up, all of them losing their wands, I could faintly hear Voldemort laughing. I tossed my hand out, like I was swatting a fly, and a wind picked up tossing their wands farther away. Then tossing my hands up, great thick vines bound them and hoisted them into the air. I stopped and slowly started to calm down. Through it all, Voldemort stayed in his chair.

"Well done daughter!" he clapped.

"If you're my father, prove it!" I snapped.

"Very well, follow me," I had no choice; I did follow, leaving the rest still caught up in the vines. (still in the air)

We walked down a few halls, the house was old but clean. It was set up in a Victorian style, much like my house. The paintings that hung on the wall were breath taking to behold, but I didn't get time to dwell on them as Voldemort led me into a room. It only had a single tall nightstand in the center of the room, and on it was a bowl. No, not a bowl, a pensive. He led me over putting his wand to his temple and pulled out a silvery string of memory. Hmm, in thought it would be black coming from his mind.

"Come," he said taking my arm, he pulled me in.

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A/N: Short chapter I know but its necessary I swear! I'll try and make the next one longer but it might end up being a short one too. Please review.