The waitress stopped by their table placing their orders down, she turned her head looking Bellatrix up and down with lust clouding her green eyes. "I hope you enjoy your meal" she purred, batting her eyelashes at the diugised death eater. Hermione gritted her teeth at the stupid woman throwing herself at her mother.
Never one to miss a thing, Narcissa inwardly smirked at Hermione's jealousy. "Being your last night before heading back to Hogwarts Hermione how are you feeling?".
Hermione frowned she didn't want to go back. "I don't want to go". Wincing at how childish she sounded.
"You need your education little girl unless you are planning on shacking up with a bloke and being his trophy wife" Bellatrix griped. "I thought you couldn't stand men" a catty smirk appearing.
Hermione shrugged. "No I don't want to go and you can't make me". Pouting like a naughty child, Hermione went so far as crossing her arms sulking.
Draco snickered "come on miss know it all I need you in class to keep me busy other wise I may wither in stupidity". He faked a shiver.
"Maybe she should stay at home Bella after all why would she need education when I'm sure the dark lord will be happy for her to join his ranks" Narcissa whispered to Bellatrix. The blonde knew her sister would never allow her daughter to join her master's ranks but Hermione didn't need to know that.
Bellatrix played along "yes I'm sure he would be delighted in my girl standing by my side as we fight scum together". Hermione looked horrified at the thought of becoming a death eater.
"School or ranks little girl" Bellatrix cooed.
The rest of the night Hermione stayed in her room, angry at the world. She didn't want any of this but if this is now her life she didn't want to see her friends and their cold treatment she knew she was going to get plenty of that from everyone else. Sleep was evading her that night so she spent it reading over the Black family book. She found out that the Weasleys were distantly related to her family and so was the Potters. Bet the boys would have a fit over that.
With no one around to stop her Hermione helped herself to three vials of pick me up potion that she brought in diagon alley when Narcissa and Bellatrix had their backs turned, through it was merely meant for medical emergencies, Hermione downed the lot.
Within minutes she was buzzing, the potion was much stronger than caffeine and she felt light as a feather, bouncing on her king size bed giggling girlishly. The room was swirling in different colours flashing like fireworks as Hermione ran around her room chasing the streams of light.
Half three in the morning the potion still going strong Hermione finally relented and started to pack up her new school trunk, placing everything into it carelessly before slamming the lid down with unnecessary force.
By the time her alarm went off Hermione was already running out her room, flying past a frazzled Draco on the stairs and gleefully using the ancient bannister as a slide. The potion was affecting her judgement, she didn't have time to brace for impact as she crashed with an oomfh on the cold tile floor.
"Are you drunk?" Draco smiled, standing over Hermione. "Nooooooooope". She started to giggle attracting the attention of the bemused death eaters to her uncharacteristic behaviour.
"What in Morgana's name is going in here?" Narcissa demanded as she descended the stairs, her son standing in the foyer his arms crossed looking at a downed Hermione still splayed out on ground, giving the death eaters a pleasurable view of between her wide open legs.
Hermione smirked at seeing her gorgeous aunt walking towards them like the regal witch she was. "You are so bloody beautiful why do you have to be my auntie?". Hermione huskily mumbled earning snickers from her appreciative audience.
Narcissa could feel her cheeks warming at the young woman's words. "Stand up love you are showing far to much of yourself" crouching down she pulled Hermione up, leaning into her ear so only she could hear her next words "you don't have any panties on love and as stunning as the view is we don't want to encourage the dirty men now do we?".
"I only want you to feel encouraged auntie" Hermione whispered back. Her mind was screaming for her to shut up but the potion was doing its job and more. "You me and mommy in bed".
Draco choked up on his own salvia. "Is something wrong with her mother?". Bright red blush staining his cheeks.
Narcissa encouraged Hermione into the dining room, forcing her to sit in the chair. "Hermione what have you taken?". She needed to be serious otherwise whatever the girl has taken might cause more harm than good. "Draco go to her chambers and see if you can find anything".
Hermione couldn't focus her eyes on the beauty before her. Narcissa knelt down, placing both hands on the girls cheeks she peered in to Hermione's eyes. Her pupils were swimming around her eyes.
"You stupid girl". She harshly whispered.
Draco reappeared holding out three empty vials, handing them off to his livid mother. "I will see you off to Hogwarts Draco but Hermione will have to stay".
"NOOOOOOOO" Hermione stumbled up "I am not staying you can't keep me here". Narcissa grabbed Hermione by the waist, her hands gripping her hips tightly.
"Surely Dumbledore will allow her to go to the infirmary now and I can meet her in the great hall for her sorting and the feast" Draco threw out. "You take Hermione to Hogwarts and I'll go to the station myself".
"Sorry for intruding so early headmaster" Narcissa forced a smile, keeping Hermione steady. The headmaster sat behind his desk, his half moon glasses perched on his nose, his blue eyes watching the women with curiosity.
"Not at all my dear. What have you taken Miss Lestrange?" the headmaster calmly asked his swaying student, the only reason she wasn't passed out on the floor was the tight grip Narcissa had her in.
Shuffling closer to the desk, Narcissa pushed the vials towards the headmaster. "If Severus could check them over it would be most appreciated". Hermione slumped against Narcissa, keeping her grip on her niece Narcissa sat down in the guest chair, forcing Hermione to sit in between her legs.
Albus ignited the floo network calling for his potions master and spy. Returning to his seat, he was surprised at how close the young witch was to the Malfoy matriarch.
"You called Albus" Snape glared stepping through the fireplace. "Narcissa a pleasure as always. Is the girl drunk?" his gaze settling on his friend and student sitting perched together on one chair.
"No some kind of potion Severus" Albus replied, handing him the vials. "We need you to see if you can work it out from these". The glass clinked together as Snape took them.
The headmaster tilted his head at the dreamy expression clouding his students face. "How are things going Miss Lestrange?".
Hermione glared mumbling unintelligibly, laying her head on her aunt's chest.
Not getting a response he tried a different approach "your mother couldn't make it then?" he asked.
"She was busy" Hermione drawled.
"Busy is that right." He repeated, his chin resting upon his hand.
"Yes busy" turning slightly into her aunt, mumbling against her neck "is the old man deaf?". A hand came down over her mouth. "My apologised headmaster" Narcissa thinly smiled.
The headmaster waved the apology away turning back to Severus who was tasting his finger. "Pick me up potion nothing serious unless the dunderheaded fool drank all three". Snape turned to Hermione who gave him a guilty lopsided grin. "Take her to the infirmary Poppy will know what to do".
"Use the floo dear be much easier for you" Albus called.
Narcissa struggled to regain her balance with Hermione squirming in her grip. Snape took pity and dragged the drugged girl into the floo, waiting for Narcissa. "Hogwarts infirmary". With a flash they were gone.
"Severus what can I do you for?" the matron bustled up, a joyful smile appearing. "A bed and pan for Miss Lestrange". Snape gritted out. Hefting Hermione on to the closest bed, he backed away. The Hogwarts matron helped propped Hermione up against her pillows, she shoved a bed pan between the girls legs. "Now what has the young lady taken?".
"Three vials of pick me up potion sometime last night" Narcissa replied.
The matron stifled a gasp, her professional mask settling in place. "Right dear let's get you something to help you throw up the lethal concoction shall we". Hermione waved the potion away, squeezing her lips shut. "Do I need to get your mother here missy?" Poppy patiently asked. Hermione shrugged refusing to cooperate.
"Come love if your mother gets called to come here she will punish you" Narcissa cooed. Poppy gave the potion to the blonde, stepping away to give her space. "We do this the easy way or the hard way love". Hermione rolled onto her side facing away from her aunt.
"Hard way it is then". Narcissa removed her outer robes throwing them onto the chair. With grace she climbed with ease onto the bed, hovering over Hermione she brought her knee over the girls hip. Forcing her onto her back Narcissa straddled her nieces tiny waist, forcing down the flicker of desire as she beckoned Severus over, handing him the bottle.
Narcissa grabbed Hermione's arms pinning them tightly above her head just as Severus pried open her mouth and forced the neck of the bottle to tip it's black substance between her lips.
Hermione wildly bucked Narcissa trying to dislodge her surprisingly strong aunt off but the blonde held on biting back a groan as Hermione's pelvis grounded into hers. "Stop it love I won't be held responsible for what happens next" she lustfully nipped Hermione's earlobe, an enticing meek groan met her ears.
"I would move dear unless you want your nieces bodily fluid all over you both" the matron cautioned.
I certainly wouldn't say no. Narcissa carefully dislodged herself from the young woman, climbing off the bed just in time as Hermione sat bolt up, her stomach contents covering the bed sheets.
"There not so bad is it dear" the matron cooed reassuringly vanishing the inky mess away leaving Hermione freshly clean. "Now you must be getting off to the great hall dear before you miss your sorting". The matron waved them off, the doors swinging shut behind them.
Narcissa kissed Hermione on the corner of her mouth. "I must get going before your mother believes I ditched her. Owl me later my love".
Hermione watched with sadness as the blonde vanished from the gates leaving her alone. Panic was bubbling in her chest. I can't do this I can't let them see me like this. I can't. I can't. I can't. She started backing away from the great hall.
"Hermione come on" Draco opened the door grinning at his cousin grabbing her by the upper arm and unceremoniously dragging her into the hall.
The room was deathly silent, the students who had heard of Hermione's news were perched upon their seats gawking unashamed at the duo. Her former house Gryffindor were purposely ignoring Hermione's presence completely even her friends refused to look at her. The Slytherins showed no sign of interest as expected from their parents who didn't want Bellatrix breathing down their necks. Ravenclaw and hufflepuff were more interested in what the sudden gossip entailed.
"Miss Lestrange if you can come up please" the headmaster called her name, every single eye in the hall swivelled on her if they won't interested before they sure are now.
Draco grinned encouragingly, confidentiality walking with Hermione up to the stool, his head held high. "I shall stay right here okay". Hermione nodded nervously taking the seat, the hat fall down over her eyes just like it did the first time.
"Ah Miss Lestrange we meet again. I expected as much, after all you now know your true identity. My you have changed a lot in four years". The hat cooed inside her mind. "Deception has shaped your earlier life leading you to be sorted in Gryffindor".
"The headmaster didn't fix it then?" Hermione asked.
"Not even Albus Dumbledore can break the protective wards around my sortings Miss Lestrange, the four founders are much cleverer than that. No you did once belong in the house of the lion but now your very being has changed. Ravenclaw has always been a choice. Your intelligence much like your mother's revels that of Rowena herself but is the house of the eagle the right choice for you at this critical point in your life?".
Hermione shrugged she hadn't a clue. "I can't change what has happened so I just want to make best of what I have been dealt with".
"What do you want Miss Lestrange?" the hat inquired.
Hermione thought about her muggle foster parents how they raised her with love, laughter and kindness. She thought of her friends how they saved her from loneliness and became fast friends but now they can barely look in to her newly obtained grey eyes that matched her mother. Her thoughts brought Narcissa and Draco to her mind and her mother and father, how they welcomed her with open arms and showed her love and kindness that she lacked from some of her friends maybe not her mother. Her mind brought the memory of the shared embrace of mother and daughter she felt safe and secure she wanted more but she was afraid as her feelings broached over the line of inappropriate.
"To make them proud of me and to be accepted" Hermione spoke aloud.
The hat nodded upon her head. "Maybe the house we never considered before would be best for your goals Miss Lestrange. The house that protects their own and helps you achieve your greatness".
"Slytherin. Good luck Miss Lestrange" the hat roared out. Cries outrage came from her friends and shouts of spiteful boos followed.
Draco could see Hermione frozen on the stool, her grey eyes simmering with unshed tears, he knew she was on the verge of breaking down. "Come on cousin. I am starving". He took her hand leading her to the house of the snakes.