Chapter 21-Blood?

A/N Thank you Amanda Malfoy, my fortieth reviewer. Also, I changed and added a few things to chapter 20, so go reread it please. Also, I am sorry that you had to wait for this chapter, I couldn't think of anything to write, so I decided to just get this out.

Disclaimer: I only own the plot.

Hermione sat at the end of Gryffindor table with Little Dragon at her side. Dumbledore had informed them on the train that for the sorting at least they would be sitting at their own house tables, and maybe even for the whole year. He gave the usual announcements to the first-years and then turned to Gryffindor table, "Miss Granger," he said, holding up a spare gold plate. ~May I summon it?~ Hermione asked him. He hesitated, and then nodded, and finished, "Let the feast begin."

"Accio plate," the plate came towards her and she grabbed it. Little Dragon propped herself up on the table and started listing off things that she wanted, ~oh, and that light stuff over there, oh, that over there looks good too, mmmm, smells good as well, no not that the thing to the right of it, yes that...~ Hermione giggled as she piled the plate with food for the eager puppy, then set it on the ground where Little Dragon promptly set about the task of eating it. She filled her own plate and looked over at Draco, who looked miserable at his table of Slytherins. For only Draco and Dumbledore's heads, she asked, ~Professor, could Draco come and eat over here at Gryffindor table with me?~ Dumbldore looked at Draco, whose eyes were hopeful and he was nodding enthusiastically. Dumbledore looked from one person to the other and nodded. Draco rapidly grabbed his plate and walked without further delay to the Gryffindor table and sat on the very end.

Little Dragon growled at him, ~No, I get to sit next to her, move to the other side, or I'll bite your leg,~ Draco quickly got up and sat back down on the other side of Hermione. The new Gryffindors stared at Draco, then whispers broke out among them, "Why is a Slytherin at our table?" and "Is he a Gryffindor, why is he wearing a green tie then?" and several other similar inquiries. These all required explanation, but eventually everyone quieted and just ate their dinners. Hermione finished before any of her boys (Draco, Harry, and Ron) did and turned, placing her head on Draco's shoulder and her feet on the end, thinking (A/N Draco is eating, facing the table, Hermione has her back to him and her legs are up on the end of the table, with her head on his shoulder.).

Hermione led the Gryffindors up to Gryffindor tower and then went back to the portrait to the Prefects common room. Then she realized that she had no clue what the password was. She knocked on the portrait and waited. She knocked harder and waited again. Hermione finally turned to Little Dragon, ~Is Draco in there, I still need to be able to see the person to talk into their minds, so I wouldn't know.~ The husky reply came quickly, ~No, he isn't, I am sorry.~ Exasperated, Hermione went off in search for someone who would know the password, Dumbledore or one of the other prefects, maybe even the one of the house heads.

Unfortunately the person she ran into was Snape. Snape still didn't like her, even if his favorite student (Draco) was in love with her. "Out of bed after hours?" Snape smirked at her.

"I don't know the password to my common room," Hermione turned to leave, "You wouldn't happen to know it, would you?"

"No," Snape sneered at her, "And ten points from Gryffindor for being out of bed after hours."

Hermione turned around and walked off in the other direction. She was looking at the ground, wondering how Snape could be so mean; she hadn't locked herself out of her common room on purpose or anything. Suddenly she hit something solid, but before she could fall she felt a familiar pair of arms encircle her waist. "Where have you been, I have been looking all over for you, God 'Mione, I was really scared for you," She looked up into stormy gray eyes, thinking how wonderful a boyfriend he was.

"Well, no one told me the new password, so I went looking for someone who might know and tell me," she grinned sheepishly up at him. Draco walked her back to the portrait, telling her the new password (Ravenclaw's heir) then they walked into the common room and both settled down to read.

The next day at dinner Hermione was cutting up her chicken with her knife, but she wasn't paying attention to what she was doing, she was thinking. She had a nagging feeling that she and the other heirs should be doing something that was related to animals, but she couldn't think of what. Suddenly she knew what they were supposed to do, she didn't know how she knew, just that it was the right thing. In her excitement her knife slipped, slicing her finger. "Dang it," she examined her finger, wondering how deep it went, but before she could examine it thoroughly the blood came, or was it blood? "Draco, this isn't normal is it?" She put her finger in front of Draco's face, making him go cross-eyed because her finger was too close, and his eyes widened.

"It's...it's blue, but how..." He trailed off, and the question in his eyes was evident.

"I cut myself...wait, I'm the heir of Ravenclaw, right, and Ravenclaw's house color is blue, right, then...?" Hermione was obviously excited at her discovery. "Do you trust me, Draco, do you trust me?" He nodded, giving her a you-honestly-needed-to-ask? look. Hermione grabbed his hand and then her knife in her spare hand. She shot him an apologetic look and sliced a small part of his wrist. He flinched, but didn't pull away. The grin on her face was priceless as she peered at his green blood. She then burst out laughing, making several people from other tables turn to look.

After she had settled down she reached past Draco to Harry, who was sitting on the other side of Draco. "Harry, this may hurt a little, but...well, let's just say that it'll be very interesting," Hermione told him as she grabbed her knife. She continued to talk to him as she slit his wrist slightly as she had Draco, "You know how you are the heir of Hufflepuff, and you also know that Hufflepuff's house color is yellow, well, just wait until you see your blood." Unlike Draco, Harry pulled his hand away, but then stared at the yellow blood that was gushing out of his cut. She continued the procedure with Ron, who had the regular red blood, as he was the heir of Gryffindor.

A/N

LaughingAstarael: Well, I didn't explain that much, but Lucious took a polyjuice potion and so it made him look like Voldemort, who had apparently read or at least heard of the prophecy, or maybe he always had Lucious do that during meetings so that he would never be in danger. Who knows?