CHAPTER 12
They walked around the castle for the next ten minutes, then headed down to the greenhouses for Herbology. Hermione didn't normally have Herbology then, but since she was in Slytherin, she now had to take Slytherin classes. No one remembered that the classes wouldn't be told until lunch, so everyone was a bit surprised to see Hermione there.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Mudblood?" shrieked Pansy.
"You'll find out at lunch," Draco answered for her.
"Uh, Draco, why do we have to wait for lunch?" Crabbe asked stupidly.
"'Cause you do you stupid git. Don't worry about it right now." Draco managed to stay calm and not get mad.
Professor Sprout walked in late and said, "I'm sorry for the delay. Professor Dumbledore just called a brief teachers meeting concerning Ms Granger. She is supposed to be here, do not give her a hard time."
The class nodded and got to work. Herbology passed by quickly and soon they were in the Great Hall for lunch.
Dumbledore stood up and said, "Good afternoon. As some of you might have noticed, a student has either left or appeared in one of your classes. When the seventh years were in their first year, the Sorting Hat misplaced one of our students. This has never happened before, but the Sorting Hat, like everyone else in this school was fooled. Hermione Granger was thought to be a muggle-born and for this was placed in Gryffindor even though she has all the characteristics of a true Slytherin. Hermione is actually a pureblood. She found out last night that she was adopted by muggles when she was four months old. This morning she was re-sorted and placed in Slytherin. I know that it will be a difficult transition, but I expect you to handle it like adults. Now dig in."
The food appeared before them, but no one moved to eat it. They all stared at Dumbledore as though he was crazy with the exception of the Slytherins who were staring at Hermione. She felt their eyes upon her, so she looked at the floor and Draco held her hand.
Harry looked at Hermione with a look of pure hatred, the look that was usually reserved for Draco Malfoy. Then he yelled to everyone, "You heard the man, let's eat!"
After that everyone turned to the food that was set before them.
Blaise leaned over to Hermione and said, "Welcome to Slytherin. I'll give you a tour of the common room after we're done eating. Draco, wanna come?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Thanks Blaise. At least I have two friends," Hermione said gloomily.
"Don't say that, I'm sure you'll make some more friends besides us," Blaise reassured her.
"Thanks," she gave a weak smile.
"You don't only have two friends. I know you've got at least three," Draco said.
"Who?"
"Me, Blaise, and Cephius."
"I just met Cephius and I've only said like ten words to him," she answered.
"Yeah but he's transferring here, and he'll probably be in Slytherin. And I'm sure his girlfriend's pretty cool. Just relax, you'll be fine."
Hermione nodded and finished her food.
"Ready for that tour?" Blaise asked.
"Yup, let's go."
Draco, Hermione, and Blaise got up and left the Great Hall.
"We go in through the wall with the snake on it," Blaise informed her. "There's one brick with a green snake on it. The password is 'Purebloods Rule!'"
When they reached the wall that had the brick with the snake, Draco said the password and the tiles made an archway that let them through. Once they were inside, Hermione turned to face where they came through and there was a door to let them out.
The common room was very big and surprisingly warm. There were black leather couches and chairs, the walls were green and a roaring fire was ablaze in the fireplace. All in all, it was quite welcoming, and Hermione hadn't expected that at all.
She was staring as if in a trance. "So you like it?" Draco asked.
"It's so much nice than the Gryffindor common room. Potthead and Weasel told me that it was nasty and cold down here, but it's not. I think it's beautiful," she answered still looking around.
"Why'd you ever bother listening to them?" Blaise said.
"I don't know. I thought they were my friends, but.o well, I'm happier without them."
Since Hermione didn't have to share their dorms, the three of them sat in the common room and talked. Draco and Hermione sat on the couch and Blaise sat across from them in a chair. They talked until lunch was over and then headed to Potions.
Draco and Hermione sat together in the back of the room and took notes on the potion that they were going to make. The potion was highly difficult and the end result was that you could here your partner's thoughts for two hours.
"I'm going to assign you partners," Snape said after they had finished with the notes. "Malfoy, Weasley; Granger, Potter; Zabini, Finnigan." He continued until everyone was paired up then said, "Now move!"
Hermione gave Draco a pleading look and then went to sit with Harry as Ron went over to Draco.
Ron and Draco completed their potion without a word spoken between them.
When the second period was almost over and everyone's potion was complete, Snape said, "Now split your potions and say your partners name once you drink it. You will be able to here that person's thoughts for two hours and I want an essay about what you learned about that person."
Numerous groans were heard from around the room, but they did as they were told.
Draco and Ron split their potion and said each other's name. As soon as this was done, they could each here what the other was thinking.
"Weasel's a goddamn asshole and doesn't deserve to be in this school," Draco thought.
"Malfoy's a stupid git who stole my girl."
"She was never yours, asshole!"
"I was gunna ask her out on the train you stupid ass Ferret!"
"Too bad she doesn't like you! Who would though? You're a long-nosed, red- haired, freckle-faced pathetic excuse for a pureblood no less a wizard!"
"You say that again and you won't live to see your eighteenth birthday!"
"First of all I didn't say anything. Second, shut up! And third, do you know how stupid you sound?"
"No, Malfoy, I don't. Why don't you tell me?"
Draco stole a glance over at Hermione. She was sitting with her arms folded across her chest and looked extremely pissed off.
Finally the class was over and it was time to go to the Great Hall for dinner. Hermione left the classroom first and waited for Draco by the door.
"Wanna mess with their minds?" she asked with a devilish grin.
"Hell yes I do!"
"Fine, just play along."
"Okay. But here's the thing, they can't here us when we talk, so when we talk, we gotta think about what we're saying and nothing else."
Hermione nodded and said, "Oh Draco, you were great last night."
"Oh so were you. Where did you learn to do that?"
"Do what, baby?"
"Everything, it was so amazing."
"Oh, such as holding on to your stick as well as I did for a first timer?" She was talking about his broomstick when they went to the meeting and back.
"Oh you know it. It was so great!"
"You sick, perverted asshole! What the fuck are you doing to my woman?" Ron yelled mentally.
"HaHaHa! You're woman Weasel. You wish!" Draco thought back.
"Draco, you just got quiet. What happened?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing really. Weasel called me a sick, perverted asshole and said that you're his 'woman'"
"What?! When was I ever his? Never! And why does he all of a sudden care now. He had six years to ask me out and he never did. I would've said no anyway 'cause I never liked him like that. But why does he all of a sudden care?" she was fuming.
"Hey, Potthead?" she thought. "Tell your Weasel of a sidekick that he's an asshole and that I never was or will be his. I hate him and I hate you. After today, I never wanna speak to either of you again! Got that?"
"You know what, you Slytherin bitch? I never wanna talk to you again either. You can keep you hideously disgusting Ferret. And please keep you sex-life to yourself next time," he thought back.
"For your information, we were not talking about sex, we were talking about our nighttime broom ride. Draco took me out to fly. Now stop listening to my thoughts. Thanks!"
Draco and Hermione entered the Great Hall a little after Ron and Harry and sat at the Slytherin table. They looked across at the Gryffindors and saw Harry and Ron glaring daggers at them. Both Draco and Hermione smirked and turned to their food.
"I can't wait till this damn thing wears off. I hate hearing Weasel's thoughts. 'I was gunna ask her out this. You don't deserve her that. She shouldn't be in Slytherin. How could she fall for you? You don't love her. You're gunna hurt her!' I hate that kid!" Draco said sounding more than a bit annoyed.
"Don't worry about it. Just try to block him out. Potthead's been saying shit about me since we took the potion, so unless he says something intelligent I don't bother answering. When I think about you though he makes gagging noises and says 'LaLaLa.'"
"So you think about me, hm? What exactly do you think about me?" Draco asked.
"How gorgeous your eyes are. How hot you are. How badly I wanna get outta here and kiss you senseless right now."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Even the last part?"
"Mmhm."
Dinner wasn't even half over when Draco and Hermione headed back up to their common room and started making out.
After a half hour, there was a knock on the portrait hole.
"Who's there?" Draco yelled.
"It's Blaise. Can I come in or are you.busy?"
Draco got up and pushed the portrait opened. "No, it's alright. How'd you know where we were?"
"The picture is just slightly obvious." She smiled and sat down on a chair. "This is nice. It's all Slytherin colors in here."
"Yeah, it was just re-decorated this morning," Hermione said. "The house elves did it after I met with Dumbledore. It looks better now than it used to. I like it better this way."
"So do I," Draco said. "I don't like the Gryffindors or their colors very much."
"That potion finally wore off!" Blaise said happily. "All Finnigan kept saying was, 'Wow Blaise is really hot. Hey Blaise you wanna go out with me?' Then I'd say, 'No Finnigan.' 'Please? We'd look great together.' 'NO!' It went like this for the entire two hours. It was so annoying after a while."
"Yeah, Potthead was calling me a Slytherin bitch and he was being an asshole when I was thinking about Draco. He was making gagging noises like a five year old. I hate him so much!"
"At least you won't have to see him so much anymore," Draco reassured her. "Now you've got all your classes with me and there's nothing he can do to you."
"I know." She paused for a moment and then said, "Why don't we get started on those essays? Then Snape will know how immature those Gryffindors really are."
Draco agreed and Blaise said that she would work with them except all of her stuff was in the dungeons. She bid them good night and left. ~ The week went by relatively eventless. Saturday rolled around and Draco and Hermione were up early to go to their lesson. Neither of them were hit by a single hex and were let off early for their good work. They both knew that they didn't need to take these anti-Voldemort lessons since they were Death Eaters, but they didn't want anyone to get suspicious, so they continued to go.
Draco and Hermione were eating lunch when the doors to the Great Hall opened and Cephius and Elana walked in behind Dumbledore. "Why don't you sit at the Slytherin table?" he suggested. "They have room and our Head Boy and Girl are in that House."
"Yes sir," they said together.
Once Dumbledore left them, Cephius and Elana headed for where Draco and Hermione were sitting.
"Hey Cephius!" Draco greeted him with a handshake. Then Cephius and Hermione shook hands.
"Long time no see," he joked. "Draco, Hermione, this is my girlfriend, Elana."
Elana was around 5'6". She had short hair that was dyed red, fair skin, and hazel eyes. Like Hermione, Draco, and Cephius, she was a punk.
"Nice to meet you, Elana," Draco and Hermione said together.
Cephius and Elana sat across from Draco and Hermione to eat lunch. The golden plates and goblets seemed to intrigue them, but they got over it quick because they were very hungry.
"So how's life in the states?" Draco asked.
"Hell," answered Cephius. "Our school was having problems and I kept receiving death threats from my par-"
"Wow look at the ceiling!" Elana interrupted. "It looks just like the sky. That's so amazing!" She was looking straight up with wide eyes.
"It's bewitched to look like the sky outside," Hermione informed her.
Elana put her head back down and said, "Our school wasn't this cool. I've seen one room and it already surpasses the entirety of our school."
Draco and Hermione just smiled at the comment.
After a while, Dumbledore came back and said, "Mr. Blacktree, Ms Jenkins, if you don't mind, I'd like to give you a tour of the school."
"Professor, we can do it," Draco said quickly. "We'd love to show them around. Isn't that right, 'Mione?"
"Yes," she agreed. "We'd love you."
"Very well then. Have fun."
The four stood up and Draco and Hermione began the grand tour of the entire castle.
They walked around the castle for the next ten minutes, then headed down to the greenhouses for Herbology. Hermione didn't normally have Herbology then, but since she was in Slytherin, she now had to take Slytherin classes. No one remembered that the classes wouldn't be told until lunch, so everyone was a bit surprised to see Hermione there.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Mudblood?" shrieked Pansy.
"You'll find out at lunch," Draco answered for her.
"Uh, Draco, why do we have to wait for lunch?" Crabbe asked stupidly.
"'Cause you do you stupid git. Don't worry about it right now." Draco managed to stay calm and not get mad.
Professor Sprout walked in late and said, "I'm sorry for the delay. Professor Dumbledore just called a brief teachers meeting concerning Ms Granger. She is supposed to be here, do not give her a hard time."
The class nodded and got to work. Herbology passed by quickly and soon they were in the Great Hall for lunch.
Dumbledore stood up and said, "Good afternoon. As some of you might have noticed, a student has either left or appeared in one of your classes. When the seventh years were in their first year, the Sorting Hat misplaced one of our students. This has never happened before, but the Sorting Hat, like everyone else in this school was fooled. Hermione Granger was thought to be a muggle-born and for this was placed in Gryffindor even though she has all the characteristics of a true Slytherin. Hermione is actually a pureblood. She found out last night that she was adopted by muggles when she was four months old. This morning she was re-sorted and placed in Slytherin. I know that it will be a difficult transition, but I expect you to handle it like adults. Now dig in."
The food appeared before them, but no one moved to eat it. They all stared at Dumbledore as though he was crazy with the exception of the Slytherins who were staring at Hermione. She felt their eyes upon her, so she looked at the floor and Draco held her hand.
Harry looked at Hermione with a look of pure hatred, the look that was usually reserved for Draco Malfoy. Then he yelled to everyone, "You heard the man, let's eat!"
After that everyone turned to the food that was set before them.
Blaise leaned over to Hermione and said, "Welcome to Slytherin. I'll give you a tour of the common room after we're done eating. Draco, wanna come?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Thanks Blaise. At least I have two friends," Hermione said gloomily.
"Don't say that, I'm sure you'll make some more friends besides us," Blaise reassured her.
"Thanks," she gave a weak smile.
"You don't only have two friends. I know you've got at least three," Draco said.
"Who?"
"Me, Blaise, and Cephius."
"I just met Cephius and I've only said like ten words to him," she answered.
"Yeah but he's transferring here, and he'll probably be in Slytherin. And I'm sure his girlfriend's pretty cool. Just relax, you'll be fine."
Hermione nodded and finished her food.
"Ready for that tour?" Blaise asked.
"Yup, let's go."
Draco, Hermione, and Blaise got up and left the Great Hall.
"We go in through the wall with the snake on it," Blaise informed her. "There's one brick with a green snake on it. The password is 'Purebloods Rule!'"
When they reached the wall that had the brick with the snake, Draco said the password and the tiles made an archway that let them through. Once they were inside, Hermione turned to face where they came through and there was a door to let them out.
The common room was very big and surprisingly warm. There were black leather couches and chairs, the walls were green and a roaring fire was ablaze in the fireplace. All in all, it was quite welcoming, and Hermione hadn't expected that at all.
She was staring as if in a trance. "So you like it?" Draco asked.
"It's so much nice than the Gryffindor common room. Potthead and Weasel told me that it was nasty and cold down here, but it's not. I think it's beautiful," she answered still looking around.
"Why'd you ever bother listening to them?" Blaise said.
"I don't know. I thought they were my friends, but.o well, I'm happier without them."
Since Hermione didn't have to share their dorms, the three of them sat in the common room and talked. Draco and Hermione sat on the couch and Blaise sat across from them in a chair. They talked until lunch was over and then headed to Potions.
Draco and Hermione sat together in the back of the room and took notes on the potion that they were going to make. The potion was highly difficult and the end result was that you could here your partner's thoughts for two hours.
"I'm going to assign you partners," Snape said after they had finished with the notes. "Malfoy, Weasley; Granger, Potter; Zabini, Finnigan." He continued until everyone was paired up then said, "Now move!"
Hermione gave Draco a pleading look and then went to sit with Harry as Ron went over to Draco.
Ron and Draco completed their potion without a word spoken between them.
When the second period was almost over and everyone's potion was complete, Snape said, "Now split your potions and say your partners name once you drink it. You will be able to here that person's thoughts for two hours and I want an essay about what you learned about that person."
Numerous groans were heard from around the room, but they did as they were told.
Draco and Ron split their potion and said each other's name. As soon as this was done, they could each here what the other was thinking.
"Weasel's a goddamn asshole and doesn't deserve to be in this school," Draco thought.
"Malfoy's a stupid git who stole my girl."
"She was never yours, asshole!"
"I was gunna ask her out on the train you stupid ass Ferret!"
"Too bad she doesn't like you! Who would though? You're a long-nosed, red- haired, freckle-faced pathetic excuse for a pureblood no less a wizard!"
"You say that again and you won't live to see your eighteenth birthday!"
"First of all I didn't say anything. Second, shut up! And third, do you know how stupid you sound?"
"No, Malfoy, I don't. Why don't you tell me?"
Draco stole a glance over at Hermione. She was sitting with her arms folded across her chest and looked extremely pissed off.
Finally the class was over and it was time to go to the Great Hall for dinner. Hermione left the classroom first and waited for Draco by the door.
"Wanna mess with their minds?" she asked with a devilish grin.
"Hell yes I do!"
"Fine, just play along."
"Okay. But here's the thing, they can't here us when we talk, so when we talk, we gotta think about what we're saying and nothing else."
Hermione nodded and said, "Oh Draco, you were great last night."
"Oh so were you. Where did you learn to do that?"
"Do what, baby?"
"Everything, it was so amazing."
"Oh, such as holding on to your stick as well as I did for a first timer?" She was talking about his broomstick when they went to the meeting and back.
"Oh you know it. It was so great!"
"You sick, perverted asshole! What the fuck are you doing to my woman?" Ron yelled mentally.
"HaHaHa! You're woman Weasel. You wish!" Draco thought back.
"Draco, you just got quiet. What happened?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing really. Weasel called me a sick, perverted asshole and said that you're his 'woman'"
"What?! When was I ever his? Never! And why does he all of a sudden care now. He had six years to ask me out and he never did. I would've said no anyway 'cause I never liked him like that. But why does he all of a sudden care?" she was fuming.
"Hey, Potthead?" she thought. "Tell your Weasel of a sidekick that he's an asshole and that I never was or will be his. I hate him and I hate you. After today, I never wanna speak to either of you again! Got that?"
"You know what, you Slytherin bitch? I never wanna talk to you again either. You can keep you hideously disgusting Ferret. And please keep you sex-life to yourself next time," he thought back.
"For your information, we were not talking about sex, we were talking about our nighttime broom ride. Draco took me out to fly. Now stop listening to my thoughts. Thanks!"
Draco and Hermione entered the Great Hall a little after Ron and Harry and sat at the Slytherin table. They looked across at the Gryffindors and saw Harry and Ron glaring daggers at them. Both Draco and Hermione smirked and turned to their food.
"I can't wait till this damn thing wears off. I hate hearing Weasel's thoughts. 'I was gunna ask her out this. You don't deserve her that. She shouldn't be in Slytherin. How could she fall for you? You don't love her. You're gunna hurt her!' I hate that kid!" Draco said sounding more than a bit annoyed.
"Don't worry about it. Just try to block him out. Potthead's been saying shit about me since we took the potion, so unless he says something intelligent I don't bother answering. When I think about you though he makes gagging noises and says 'LaLaLa.'"
"So you think about me, hm? What exactly do you think about me?" Draco asked.
"How gorgeous your eyes are. How hot you are. How badly I wanna get outta here and kiss you senseless right now."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Even the last part?"
"Mmhm."
Dinner wasn't even half over when Draco and Hermione headed back up to their common room and started making out.
After a half hour, there was a knock on the portrait hole.
"Who's there?" Draco yelled.
"It's Blaise. Can I come in or are you.busy?"
Draco got up and pushed the portrait opened. "No, it's alright. How'd you know where we were?"
"The picture is just slightly obvious." She smiled and sat down on a chair. "This is nice. It's all Slytherin colors in here."
"Yeah, it was just re-decorated this morning," Hermione said. "The house elves did it after I met with Dumbledore. It looks better now than it used to. I like it better this way."
"So do I," Draco said. "I don't like the Gryffindors or their colors very much."
"That potion finally wore off!" Blaise said happily. "All Finnigan kept saying was, 'Wow Blaise is really hot. Hey Blaise you wanna go out with me?' Then I'd say, 'No Finnigan.' 'Please? We'd look great together.' 'NO!' It went like this for the entire two hours. It was so annoying after a while."
"Yeah, Potthead was calling me a Slytherin bitch and he was being an asshole when I was thinking about Draco. He was making gagging noises like a five year old. I hate him so much!"
"At least you won't have to see him so much anymore," Draco reassured her. "Now you've got all your classes with me and there's nothing he can do to you."
"I know." She paused for a moment and then said, "Why don't we get started on those essays? Then Snape will know how immature those Gryffindors really are."
Draco agreed and Blaise said that she would work with them except all of her stuff was in the dungeons. She bid them good night and left. ~ The week went by relatively eventless. Saturday rolled around and Draco and Hermione were up early to go to their lesson. Neither of them were hit by a single hex and were let off early for their good work. They both knew that they didn't need to take these anti-Voldemort lessons since they were Death Eaters, but they didn't want anyone to get suspicious, so they continued to go.
Draco and Hermione were eating lunch when the doors to the Great Hall opened and Cephius and Elana walked in behind Dumbledore. "Why don't you sit at the Slytherin table?" he suggested. "They have room and our Head Boy and Girl are in that House."
"Yes sir," they said together.
Once Dumbledore left them, Cephius and Elana headed for where Draco and Hermione were sitting.
"Hey Cephius!" Draco greeted him with a handshake. Then Cephius and Hermione shook hands.
"Long time no see," he joked. "Draco, Hermione, this is my girlfriend, Elana."
Elana was around 5'6". She had short hair that was dyed red, fair skin, and hazel eyes. Like Hermione, Draco, and Cephius, she was a punk.
"Nice to meet you, Elana," Draco and Hermione said together.
Cephius and Elana sat across from Draco and Hermione to eat lunch. The golden plates and goblets seemed to intrigue them, but they got over it quick because they were very hungry.
"So how's life in the states?" Draco asked.
"Hell," answered Cephius. "Our school was having problems and I kept receiving death threats from my par-"
"Wow look at the ceiling!" Elana interrupted. "It looks just like the sky. That's so amazing!" She was looking straight up with wide eyes.
"It's bewitched to look like the sky outside," Hermione informed her.
Elana put her head back down and said, "Our school wasn't this cool. I've seen one room and it already surpasses the entirety of our school."
Draco and Hermione just smiled at the comment.
After a while, Dumbledore came back and said, "Mr. Blacktree, Ms Jenkins, if you don't mind, I'd like to give you a tour of the school."
"Professor, we can do it," Draco said quickly. "We'd love to show them around. Isn't that right, 'Mione?"
"Yes," she agreed. "We'd love you."
"Very well then. Have fun."
The four stood up and Draco and Hermione began the grand tour of the entire castle.