I was going to update tomorrow but figured with all the nice reviews and everything I should update today! Next chapter is more Voldy/ Hermione action, this chapter has a much more Slytherin Hermione. I'm basing the pureblood customs on Jane Austen novels, any suggestions you would like to add for as strange magical costums, just let me know!

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(Ps fan fiction is a bitch to write on with your phone, so many issues! And my laptop is being a humongous pain as well, makes it difficult to write but not impossible)

Revenge is Sweeter Than You Ever Were

She had stayed up all night going over everything she knew about them. It had taken her a while, but she had started to make the lists that everyone, even her fellow Ravenclaws, seemed to hate.

One was pointing out all of their weaknesses, one for their spellwork - cataloguing and mapping out their possible level - the third was a list of possible pranks to pull on them, and the last one was for possible counter attacks.

First thing she did was test out her theories regarding their spellwork, this unfortunately meant enduring more pranks and nasty curses thrown at her, but she soon found out that the three boys were competent for first years, but not up to her level of expertise.

Not having a wand meant a lot less options for counter strikes against them, but knowing their level, she also knew what 'Muggle' means she could use against them. And the handful of things she could somewhat do without a wand were going to be used in creative ways against them.

They were not adept at hiding what they did from the Rosier Matriarch or Patriarch, only managing so far because of their rooms distance to the part of the castle used to entertain guests. She also noticed that they hadn't found all the secret passages, some of them she had managed to use to get away from them.

The library, to Hermione's great pleasure, was not far from where the Parlor, Study and Entrance was, allowing her peace and quiet when guests were entertained. So for some time she cooped up there and scooped out more details about the castle, the Rosier family, and Pureblood customs. Most of which were derived by a combination of Hermione's memories of spying on her father's meetings or having to chat with the Death Eater wives, and novels written by wizards.

The most important things she picked up meant that her standing with the Matron of the house had improved. She noticed that Hermione now held the actions of a proper Pureblood, and started to respect her more for it. This resulted in her son being goaded into acting more like the proper pureblood gentleman, and whenever he was caught doing anything untoward against Hermione, his mother would give him a scolding.

"I will get you for this Hermione." He smiled angrily and kissed the back of her hand while talking through his clenched teeth.

She did a small curtsy and looked down her nose at him while giving him the polite smile of a Lady "Why Mister Rosier, I am a Lady!" she said with a gasp, to result in a narrow eyed look from Lady Rosier watching over their interactions. She had caught the Rosier son brushing hard against Hermione's shoulder while trying to pass her, making her step falter. This had resulted in another scolding and Rosier having to pretend to apologize to their esteemed guest.

Hermione had of course orchestrated the whole thing. She knew when the Lady of the house would be out, and when his friends were coming over.

"What did he say to you Miss Riddle?"

"Nothing that is proper for a Lady to repeat, my Lady." She kept her eyes downcast, and tried her hardest to blush and make it seem more plausible that he had actually said something deemed reprehensible for a woman to hear from a man.

Hermione thought it was hilarious, and kept antagonizing him so he would mess up more. It also resulted in an uptake of nasty curses and pranks from the boys, but the small satisfaction was worth it, this was just part 1 of her deliberate plan to get him back.

By the curl of his lip, and his eyes clouding over, she knew he hated her even more now. For a Slytherin, he didn't seem to be very cunning yet.

"Excuse me my Lady, I must get back to my studies." Hermione said before the tirade would be directed at the son. When she passed him, she gave him a smirk, and returned to her book. For some reason, one of the pureblood customs was for women to take 'walks' around their homes while reading. Or take walks around the house while talking with another woman of good standing, something Hermione planned to take advantage of the next time the pureblood ladies gathered for tea.

Her recent attempt at old traditions meant the Lady Rosier had invited her to attend a tea party to be held the next week.

When the day was upon them, Hermione did a splendid job of entertaining the other women, while on the inside she was ready to kill herself. So far the most thought provoking subject had been cookies versus cakes! Although it had turned into more of a bashing against cookies, because they were too modern, just thinking about it made Hermione roll her eyes at them.

Afterwards she had taken to inviting one of the Death Eater Wives to join her on a walk around the house while the others took a walk around the gardens. The wife in question had become ill she said, and didn't want to risk anything by going outside. A ridiculous thought that had fit Hermione's plans perfectly.

The boys didn't know about the tea, and they didn't know Hermione was considered a Lady of standing now. They would discover the importance of paying attention to grownups very soon.

A couple of days earlier Hermione had pranked them with a very simple setup. One she was sure they would copy and use against her, like they had done so many times before. She had spotted them setting up the trap earlier that day when she had spied on them behind a painting in a secret passage.

The first time they had walked through a door to be drenched thoroughly in water had made her sides hurt with laughter. They were like drowned kittens, and they walked stiffly forwards when their limbs had stiffened up from the cold water. Sounds of very ungentlemanly manner had sprung from their mouths and she had barely escaped swift retribution by downing another bucket at them when they tried to run towards her.

The Lady being drenched alongside Hermione did not make such a funny picture however, and the three boys standing proudly on the other side of the door to watch their handy work were shocked. It was hard for her to not laugh at their miserable expressions, especially Shoulders was terrified, it turned out that Hermione had taken his mother for a walk, Lady Mulciber.

Hermione sputtered and apologized for the boys, somehow 'accidentally' letting it slip that this was not the first thing they had done against her.

"What else have they done to you?!"

"Lady Mulciber, they are just boys, they mean no harm." Hermione tried meekly, she wondered if trying to contain her laughter made her an even worse actress than before. The looks the boys were sending her assured her that they were not convinced of her supposed compassion.

"Mom I-"

"Save it!" she put up an arm to stop her son from continuing, and he looked down in shame. "I am going to take you three boys down with me, and then all three of us mums will decide on your punishment together." They gulped and sent Hermione nasty looks, but had not concealed it to well, making Lady Mulciber even more angry at them.

Part 2 was a success, Hermione wondered if all steps of her plan would be this easy to manage. She didn't consider if once again her Pride would be in the way of her own safety and happiness.