Another Side to the Story
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A/N: I know that the whole 'Hermione changing' is a bit sudden, but work with me here. Draco's thoughts are in BOLD ITALIC in case you're wondering what that is, whereas Mione's are in BOLD! Oh and make sure to READ AND REVIEW!
Now ... on with the story!!!!!!
Chapter 3: (Unreal?) Changes
Hermione decided against going to the club that night, for she had a feeling that the mystery man wouldn't be there. Sure enough, she was right.
She awoke the next morning feeling groggy. She threw a different school uniform on and decided on putting her Prefect badge on. She trudged down the stairs to the Prefect common room. She looked around. No one else was up yet. She grinned mischievously. She drew her wand from the inside of her robe and muttered an incantation to conjure a stereo system. She also used a spell so she could have a few CD's to choose from. She didn't have to worry about a silencing charm so the music wouldn't travel through the walls, for there already was one.
She walked over and popped in 'Simple Plan', chose the loudest song, turned the volume up all the way, and clicked 'play.' The sound came ripping through the whole living quarters. You couldn't even hear what the lyrics were, all you heard was noise.
Hannah Abbot, Draco Malfoy, and Justin Finch-Fletchey, came tearing through their halls and into the common room. Hannah smiled at Hermione, then silenced the sound system.
"Way to wake us up Granger, but seriously, that's a little unoriginal don't you think?" Hannah grinned. Hermione's lips were threatening to curl into a smile but she didn't let them.
"Whatever, it worked, now get your lazy arses dressed and ready for breakfast." Hermione snapped at them. She stomped to her room. As soon as the door had been slammed shut, the 2 male prefects walked over to Hannah.
"Way to make her mad! Ha, did you see the look on her face when you said that? That was bloody brilliant!" Justin Finch-Fletchey gushed to Hannah. There was no doubt he had a thing for her.
Hannah blushed at his comment.
Gods, he should really just ask her out. It's quite obvious she'd say yes without a single thought.
Draco nudged Justin. Justin turned to look at him, as Draco nodded in Hannah's direction, and then blushed.
"Alright well, um, I best be off to breakfast." Justin squeaked. Draco and Hannah looked at each other simultaneously then began laughing.
"Um, Justin, wouldn't you liked to put some clothes on?" Hannah gestured at his outfit. He was in a bathrobe and his hair was all ruffled.
"Oh, blood hell!" He yelled and then raced back to his room.
"Are we sure he was made a prefect on purpose?" Draco managed to get out in between laughs.
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Hermione was picking out her outfit when a knock came on her door.
"Come on in!" She yelled as she was reaching up to grab a shirt.
A certain blonde haired, gray eyed, muggle born guy walked into her room.
"What do you want, mudblood?" Hermione spat at him.
"You know, I come in hear to do something that I didn't even want to do and you just have to turn around and be a prat about everything. All you care about is your stupid looks, being the Slytherin Ice Queen, and being in Voldemort's Inner Circle. Oh yeah, meeting with Dumbledore and 7 'o' clock in his office." Draco yelled and then slammed the door.
Hermione's mouth had fallen open in the process of his yelling. She considered everything he had said. She supposed all of it was true … except the part about Voldemort's Inner Circle. Had he really said the Dark Lord's name? Oh of course he did, he's best friends with Potter.
Hermione decided to prove Draco wrong. She didn't know how or why, she just wanted too. Or maybe it wasn't just Draco she wanted to prove wrong, maybe it was everyone.
So Hermione threw the school uniform on, pulled her blouse over a camisole, and grabbed her shoes and socks.
She used a spell to lengthen the skirt back down to where it should be, she buttoned her shirt up leaving the very top collar one unbuttoned, pulled her socks up to her knees, and put the shoes that she should have been wearing on. They were black with small straps going across the middle.
She looked in the mirror. Her hair. It just had to go. Her hair was caramel brown. She used a spell to dye it back to her true brunette, then made it bushy. She pulled it up into a tight and conservative bun.
Hermione looked at herself. She looked like a goody-two-shoes.
Well, she had to live with that if she wanted to show Malfoy up. She was also going to be nice … to everyone on top of the looks.
This is going to be a long day!
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By the time she was finished with her look, she was 10 minutes late for breakfast, so she knew she would make an entrance, but decided that would actually be kind of good.
She walked down the steps to the Great Hall slowly and nervously.
She peered in through the windows and saw everyone talking and laughing … okay, so the Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor tables laughing. She looked to the Slytherin table. She never noticed that all they did was glare and whisper rude comments.
She tried to open the doors as slowly and quietly as possible, but failed entirely. Practically all of the school turned to see who had opened the doors.
'Who is that girl?' 'Is she new here?' 'I have never seen her before!' 'Aw, she looks nice guys!'
Hermione heard all of these sorts of comments through out the Great Hall.
She eyed her regular seat up, and rather than strutting over, she stood up straight and walked sophisticatedly.
People gasped as she sat down in her seat. The Slytherin's mouths were hanging open.
"Good morning." She nodded her head toward them and then began eating.
Yes, a long but humorous day!
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Draco Malfoy sat at the Gryffindor table in complete and total shock. Why did Hermione Granger – Avett look like a good-two-shoes? It couldn't have been what he told her this morning could it? No … she would never even consider what he had to say.
He had been walking to Potions class (which he had with the Slytherins) when he spilled all of his parchment.
Harry and Ron were had stopped to help him, but he told them to head on to Potions, he'd just be a minute.
His back was turned to the rest of the corridor and could not see the person behind him, but he felt their presence. He figured it was Harry.
"Listen Harry I told you to …" His voice trailed off when he saw who it was.
"Need some help?" She asked and slowly bent down to help him with his parchment.
She gathered it in an uncoordinated fashion, but then tapped the lower edge on the concrete so they were all right underneath one another and organized.
Draco couldn't speak.
"Okay then, bye!" She waved and turned to leave.
"Um, thanks!" He finally managed to get out.
"Welcome!" Hermione Granger – Avett threw over her shoulder.
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"Yeah and she just stands there and says 'Need some help?' I didn't even answer when she bends down to start helping me. She was being unnaturally nice and it scared the willies out of me." Draco told Harry and Ron as they sat in the Gryffindor common room.
"Weird… I would say do not trust her. I mean the Slytherin Ice Queen just all of sudden becomes the Slytherin Goody-Two-Shoes? Talk about an oxymoron!" Ron yelled. Draco couldn't agree with him more.
"I know, it is rather … strange I suppose." Draco searched for the words.
"Strange? More like bloody mad, that's what. I tell you, that woman is crackers." Harry muttered.
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Draco was walking to his normal place (the library) when he heard crying.
"Lumos." He whispered and his wand filled with light. He peered into the corner from where the corner where the crying was coming from.
"Granger?" Draco asked. Even though her last name was Granger – Avett, everyone called her Granger.
"Oh bloody hell!" She moaned. She couldn't believe that the mudblood had seen her … crying.
He didn't know why he did it but he sat down next to her.
"What's wrong?" He asked her. She turned to look at him in the dim light.
She reached down and picked a letter up off of the ground.
"Read this." She whispered then thrust the letter into his hand. Draco read by the light from his wand.
Daughter,
I just thought you'd like to know that your mother is dead. Oh no, don't worry, she didn't die of a disease or of 'natural causes' as I'm sure you'd just love to believe. That stupid woman died of the Killing Curse … out of my wand! I thought she was being disloyal to our Lord so I killed her.
Oh, and there is going to be an initiation for new Death Eaters in July (which is only 7 months away) and I expect you to be there … and if you're not you will suffer the consequences.
-Your father-
Draco looked at the crying Slytherin. He couldn't believe that the Ice Queen all of a sudden had emotions.
"You should go to Dumbledore, Granger." Draco whispered. Hermione took a deep breath, trying to gather herself.
"Yes, I should. My mother is dead!" The first part came out as if it was a distant thought but the last part she wailed.
"At least she's away from your horrid father." Draco mumbled. He didn't mean to offend her if he had, but he knew her father and hated him.
"I suppose …" Hermione's voice trailed off. "But why'd she have to die? I mean, she was everything to me. My father has always been a git. He wants me to join the Dark Side and I don't want to! I really, really don't want to! I wish I had muggle parents. I wish I never met that filthy excuse for a father! I hate him!" She abruptly stood up and began walking away.
"Where are you going?" Draco called. She turned and began walking backwards.
"I um … I have to go! Thanks!" She called before turning and running.
Draco sat thinking about what had just happened and how she really didn't want to be a Death Eater, until one final thought popped into his mind …
Maybe she's really not that bad.