AN: hey I had to repost this chapter because I made a mistake, where I put Millicent as the evil bitch monster from hell, I originally put it as pansy, then decided that I actually didn't want pansy as an evil biatch and forgot to change some bits. My apologies. :)

Dreams were haunting her. They were there still. She shook her head mentally, willing them away. Please... It was herself... Italy. She was in Italy and wasn't speaking. People were fussing over her, she could she her aunt in the distance. It was the same old scene, Even her subconscious self remembered this scene.

"Miss Snape, can I get you anything?"

"Don't call me that ever again." It hurt, her teeth were clenched and it felt as though ice were running itself through her exhaused body.

"Pardon me, Ma'dam?"

"I am not a Snape. I am Hermione Granger."

"I beg of your forgivness ma'am." The man walked away from the table giving Hermione and the elder woman an awkward silence.

"Hermione, darling, I wish you would stop doing-"

"Doing what?! You seem to forget that I do not know you! You're not my mother, nor emotionallly or biologically! I don't want to be here!"

"Then why'd you come?"

Hermione looked to be pondering. She felt confused, she wanted to know this witch who called herself 'Selene' but at the same time she felt an untouchable barrier between them. "I-I..."

"I'll tell you. You want to know the feeling of pure blood. The feeling of beingsuperior. You want the power don't you Hermione?? You want the Dark and the Light."

"No! No I don't! All I want is a family! One that I'm not the ''snooty-little-daughter-of-Eric-and-Jenny-Granger-who's-too-good-for-public-school" in! I want to watch my little cousins do wandless magic without knowing and see my fath- relatives light up a christmas tree with a flick of a wand. I just want the Magic..."

"I see, well it's good to know you're a Light one then."

"A Light one?"

"A non dark arts witch dear."

"Oh"

"Hermione, I promise you I'll do everything I can in teaching you my heritage of magic."

For the first time in a month, Hermione's lips turned in a small smile. "Thank you."

Something was pecking her hard, its long surface and soft skin. Oh wait, it's only an owl. What was an owl doing her bedroom? Hermione awoke from the not so pleasurable sleep and removed the letter from the bird's leg.

Dear Miss Snape,

This letter is regarding your readmission to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. You shall need the books listed on the next piece of parchment. As you may or may not know you shall need to be resorted into your house, please be at platform 9 ¾ on 1st September at 8 a.m. to be in time for the Hogwarts Express.

Thank You

Professor M McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

At 7:53 in the morning a girl with black hair stood in the corner of platform 9 and ¾. She was wearing tight beige cord trousers and a strapless pink top with the word 'Armani' written in crystals. She tapped the floor with her white three inch high heels. A nervous redhead approached her, from a distance it looked with the redheaded boy was trying to score with the young beauty but as we already know: They're best friends.

"I can't believe I'm really here..." Hermione said looking only at the black steam train.

"Is this anything like Beauxbaton?" Asked Ron nervously, not wanting to press the matter.

"Ronald! You know I can't give information to you about Beauxbaton! Why don't you just read 'The Rise of Azolfel Beauxbaton.'"

At Ron's confused look she added: He's the founder of the school. They made their way inside the train looking for the compartment which held Ginny and Harry. Once they had found the couple and brought food off of the trolley they went back to discussing normal teenage things.

"I can't believe you're a professional Muggle skier!"

"Who said anything about being a Muggle skier? If you both weren't so caught up in Quidditch, you'd realize that there are different wizard sports. Skiing is one of them, until the normal skiing where you'd have two metal skis, you have enchanted skis which are like broom sticks which can fly, until you reach your destination."

"How do you manage to get up muggle mountains without being seen?" Ginny asked.

"Who said anything about mountains? We use something much more advanced."

"And that would be...?"

"Solid Clouds."

Hermione took her first steps into the castle and was greeted by Professor McGonagall's voice calling for the first years. She felt out of place in her muggle clothing, she was in her muggle clothing because as she was the only new student above first year she would have to prove her talents by summoning her robes from the Burrow. It was a simple charm that she'd learnt easily in her first year at Beauxbaton.

She stood in the back room of the Great hall waiting to be called in. She remembered the first time she'd been in this room with Neville, she had been so excited, now she was just plain nervous, she'd see her uncle, aunt and friends in a few moments time

"O'Harie, Shaelynn"

"Hufflepuff"

"Quail, Den."

"Gryffindor."

"Triant, Nicholas."

"Gryffindor."

"and Zabini, Willow."

Then she heard Dumbledore speaking, she could only hear bits and pieces of it mainly because she knew she was next. She jumped as the doors in front of her opened, all she could she was the Head table and her uncle smiling at her.

"Snape, Hermione."

There was a few whispers at she sat down on the stool in front of the entire hall.

"This looks familiar, oh... so it is then. My, my dear your head isn't how it used to be. Now I see what happened. This is going to be a tough choice. There are something's present in your mind which make me wonder if you could handle my decision, after all you're only a girl... my mistake, I'm sure you could handle it."

She could see Harry's face. The confident look never lost him.

"I think you'd have to be in... Slytherin!"

Her heart was thumping in her throat. Slytherin, she was a Slytherin. No, not a Gryffindor, a SLYTHERIN. She muttered 'Accio Robes' and walked slowly up to the far table and sat next to Willow Zabini. She hadn't realized that the feast had begun until somebody sat down in front of her.

"Hi, I'm Blaise Zabini." He was quite tall with dark blue hair nearly black and hazel eyes, he was pretty handsome.

"Hermione." She said taking his hand in hers.

"So you're the beautiful niece that Snape keeps yapping about." His mysterious eyes bored into hers.

"Yeah, but he didn't tell us that she was Hermione Granger."

"Emphasis on 'was' Hermione Granger, Bullstrode. Get your facts right." Millicent Bullstrode's face turned a deep red as she continued serving food to herself.

"You got her to shut up; wow I need some pointers off you." Blaise seemed like a cool enough guy to be with.

After a dinner of small talk with Willow and Blaise, they made their way down to the slytherin dungeons, it felt weird saying 'Slytherin Dungeons' instead of 'Gryffindor Tower'. They came to a portrait of a snake wrapped around a man, possibly strangling the man. It was weird how much the man looked like Godric Gryffindor.

"Password?" Ok, now that was just scaring how much he sounded like what Godric Gryffindor would have sounded like.

"Draconius Levious." Blaise said smoothly to the picture.

Hermione's eyes widened as she took in the scene of Leather coaches and dark oak floors. As she expected it was decorated in Green and Silver, it was around four times the size of the Gryffindor common room if her calculations were corrected.

"Wow!" Hermione and Willow said in unison.

"Ok Wills, you can check the room out tomorrow. Bed: Now!"

Willow pouted but reluctantly made her way up the right set of stairs.

"Well, I better get to bed too. Sweet Dreams Blaise."

The pair of grey eyes that had been watching her since the sorting travelled across the room to see her descend up the stairs.

The Next day was a Sunday and unfortunately it wasn't a Hogsmeade one. Hermione stood in front of her enchanted mirror which was showing all the different outfits that she could wear. Finally she came to the choice of black jogging bottoms and a black spaghetti top and put her hair up in a messy ponytail. She then made her way to the bathroom she shared with Pansy Parkinson, Willow, Millicent and another sixth year called Alisha Ronaldo.

After freshening herself up, Hermione and Alisha made their way down the stairs and into the common room.

"I still can't believe she's one of the most desired girls in the world! Her hair's all wrong, and her make up? Please! My house elf can do make up better than her!" Millicent boasted to some Fifth year, none looked remotely interested.

"Remember who she is, oh and don't forget the last time you insulted her to her face Bullstrode." Draco Malfoy drawled in a bored voice looking Hermione straight in the eye smirking.

Alisha giggled at Draco, obviously another fan of the Slytherin Prince. Alisha was naturally beautiful with her exotic golden brown skin and big emotive eyes. She wasn't much shorter than Hermione but definitely nearly as pretty. Her dark brown side parted hair was straight down the middle of her back until it reached its full length at her thighs.

Alisha pushed her side fringe to the corner of her head and said to Millicent:

"Millicent? I know you're a pug faced, egoistic moron with the brain capacity of a cashew nut, but try to hide your jealously."

"I knew I loved you for a reason." A half smiling Blaise said to Alisha as he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Blaise and Alisha were best friends, sometimes mistaken for a more intimate title.

"Why in hell would I be jealous of that thing?"

"Well because, any guy in this room would do her instead of you without a doubt." Alisha said in a monotone.

"Yeah right!" Alisha nodded.

"Blaise?" He looked nervous.

"In two seconds flat, if I want to date her of course"

"You probably bribed him, he is your best friend." Millicent argued stubbornly.

"Lets see.Christian would you?"

"Yes."

"Goyle?"

"Uh? Oh er Yeah." Hermione cringed, that was just gross.

"Ian?"

"Uh-huh."

"Draco?" Everybody in the room stopped to see the Slytherin 'sex god' Prince's answer. He stood there with an aura of importance around him. His blond hair fell loose around his face, giving him the look of a fallen angel with the eyes of a devil - and most probably a tongue.

"Yes."

"Drakie!! How could you do this to me?"

"Oh come off it Bullstrode, your dog probably does its make up better than you do."

Hermione, who was growing tired of the conversation about her being whatever she was (and mostly surprised at Malfoy's answer.) decided to cut in.

"As much as I love hearing people's opinions about me, I'm going to go."

"And do what? Homework?"

"On the contrary Millie, can I call you Millie? I have to go find Harry." Hermione smirked as she spoke.

"Oh no you don't young lady." Hermione turned to face the portrait hole and found her uncle staring at her.

"Five points from Slytherin for Ms Bullstrode's barking." Everyone around the room scowled at Millicent. "But five points each to Ms Ronaldo, Mr Malfoy and Ms Snape for excellent insults."

Hermione gawked and laughed at her uncle, an evil plan forming in her mind.

"Oh uncle Sevvie! You're so kind! Just like that Christmas when your clothes got wet and you paid me fifty euros to borrow my robe and hair net!" Hermione grinned at his shocked face.

"Why-you... I did no such thing!" By the time he had completed his sentence the whole common room erupted in laughter. "But it wasn't as funny as the time when you and who was that boy... Vicky Drum?"

"Viktor Krum?" Malfoy offered.

"Ah yes, him, you were in the garage playing tonsil tennis, then your aunt and I walked in and you came up with that lame excuse that you were checking for cavities."

The laughter increased in volume.

"You went out with Viktor Krum? God Snape! Couldn't you come up with a better excuse!?" Malfoy said before seeing the look on his head of house's face, he added: "Ahem...Why would you be doing that in the first place? Shame on you Snape... God I need to think of a new nickname for you, it's too confusing."

"How about Hermione, Malfoy? It's not like you're any better! I'd bet you've been caught with a load of girls in your dorm!" Malfoy decided to ignore the last comment and stick to the first.

"Hermione Malfoy? Sounds good Ms Malfoy." Hermione gestured to Draco with the 'V' sign behind her uncle's back.

"What about that other time when you shrunk yourself to look like a house elf to sneak out and meet Kyle." Laughter didn't stop until everyone's stomach hurt, including Hermione's.

"Oh Merlin! Uncle, could you tell Zia that I'm off to see Harry. No I won't go in his dorm, and I'll see you later, Uncle Sevvie." Hermione said as she walked out of the portrait hole.

"Bye Ms Malfoy! That girl will be the death of me..." Snape muttered.

"She'll be the death of all of us..." Millicent whispered, relieved that it looked like Snape hadn't heard.

"Well I'll leave you all to do what you must, but second years have a four ft essay on werewolfism due in on Tuesday" Snape turned around and began to make his way to his office but spun around. "Oh and one weeks worth of detention Ms Bullstrode."

Hermione made her way to the Fat Lady's portrait. Getting the occasional sideways glances from younger and elder students.

"Hi, Is Harry Potter in?"

"Yes, Ms Snape, I'll get him for you."

A few moments later Harry walked out of the portrait hole and hugged Hermione.

"'Mione! I can't believe you're in Slytherin! How was it? If Malfoy said anything I'll kill him!"

"Hello to you too Harry." She smiled. "Slytherin is fine, not as back as we thought. As for Malfoy he's being civil."

"Glad to hear. Do you want to come in?"

Hermione stepped into the Gryffindor common room and was confused; she didn't feel the admiration to the tower, unlike the Dungeons.

"Are you going to Hogsmeade next weekend?"

"I don't really know. "

"Ginny, Ron, and me are going if you want to join us?"

"Harry! You don't even have to ask! Of course I will!" She stood up and hugged Harry, then left mentioning that she had to see her aunt about something.

AN: Please review! I hope Snape was in character this time RunawayMetalPatient! Draco was in it! YAy! There's more of him next time, only on..... Heritage! lol cheesy.