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Hermione rolled over in bed. 'It was all a dream,' she thought, 'It was all a mean horrible dream...' and with a satisified smile on her face she brushed up against her satin pillow and went slowly back --- 'SATIN PILLOWS?!'
She shot up in the bed and looked around the room. She was currently laying in a old mahogany four post canopy bed with sheer black curtains hanging all around her, amidst a sea of black satin sheets. Three of the walls were a beautiful emerald green, the fourth wall however was made up of floor to ceiling windows, with the same sheer black curtains hanging from them in which the warm summer breeze was currently blowing through. Her suitcases were piled neatly in the corner of the room, next to a large wardrobe. Upon closer inspection by Hermione, the wardrobe had several different specie of snake carved into it. There was also a large vanity with a large ornate mirror with two snakes forming a heart at the top. Hermione was astonied at the room, which was probably larger than her entire first floor of her house. 'Old house,' she thought bitterly.
"Oh! Miss is up! Master is telling me to get you ready for breakfast," a small female house elf said appearing in the room.
"Good morning," Hermione said smiling, "Who are you?"
"Oh I is being Pipsy, Miss. If you is not minding Pipsy saying so Miss, you is very pretty," the house elf said bashfully.
"Thank you. Now if you don't mind me asking, who is your Master Pipsy?"
"Master Riddle of course."
"Lucius," Tom hissed, "Why did you stun my daughter?"
"Master, please. She would not have come with me any other way. She does not know anything. She would have ran!"
"Crucio!" Tom yelled causing Lucius to fall to the floor. When he was done twitching with pain, Tom spoke again, "Now, go get your son."
"Miss," Pipsy said from behind Hermione, who was sitting at the vanity, "you is now done."
Hermione looked at herself, she looked beautiful. She had on a green wizard robes (A/N: I'll put a link for reference...) and her now black hair was settling in soft curls down her back. What still puzzled her however, were her eyes, that seemed to change when her mood changed.
"Master is asking you to join him in the dining room now Miss," Pipsy said, "You will follow me please..."
Pipsy made her way out of the huge doors that lead into and out of Hermione's room, and down a long tall corridor with moving painting and old tapestries hanging. She then followed her into a huge dining hall that could revial The Great Hall at Hogwarts. At the end of a large table, she could make out three figures.
"I is leaving you now Miss. Call if you is needing me," and with a snap Pipsy was gone.
Hermione suddenly felt very on edge. She had woken up in a strange bed right after Lucius Malfoy had called her Miss ---
"Hermione, my child, come and join us won't you?" Tom asked kindly. Hermione walkd foward confidently and as regally as she could and took the seat at Tom's right, sitting across from Lucius Malfoy, who was actually smiling pleasantly at her, and was seating next to an extremely confused looking Draco Malfoy.
It was Draco who spoke first. "If you don't mind me asking, my Lord, but why is she here?" he asked rather viciously, hoping that he might get to have a bit of fun with the little mudblood.
"Ah, and what a good question that is Draco. I don't believe you tow have been properly introduced. Draco Lucius Malfoy, met my daughter, Hermione Rhiannon Riddle."
"Your WHAT?!" they both exclaimed at the sametime, much to the delight of the two older men.
"Yes, my daughter," he said turning to Hermione, "You grew up thinking you were just like everyone else. And then you were accepted to Hogwarts, and called a mudblood," he shot an incredious looking glance at Draco, "But you aren't my dear. You are as pureblooded as they get. You are my daughter."
"But, I don't understand," Hermione said, regaining her voice finally, "If I am your daughter, why did I grow up with Muggles. And whose my mum?"
"And this is where it gets interesting," mumbled Draco, looking intently at Tom.
"Well your mum's name is Rhiannon Wrage, and she is actaully on her way down from Ireland as we speak..." Tom began.
"Rhiannon's coming here? Master do you think that's wise?" Lucius said breaking in.
Tom growled slightly, but ignored the comment, "And now what you really want to know. Your mother stuck by me no matter what. She never really believed in what we did, but she never spoke out against me, just silently supported from behind. After Harry Potter destoryed me, your mother took you to Ireland to live with her and her family. But the Ministry of Magic was soon on to her as well. Because she never partook in anything, and never asked questions, she could not be taken to Azkaban. When you were two, she thought it would be best for your safety if you stayed with her friend Narcissa Malfoy. Somehow the person who was supposed to take you to Narcissa brought you to a Muggle orphange. And so that is how you ended up wth the Grangers."
Hermione sat silently in her chair for what seemed like hours, but in reality was no more then a minute. Her eyes filled with tears she asked, "So I was never not wanted, it was just a misunderstanding?"
"We think, M'Lady," said Lucius, "That it was Dumbledore who took you that night. We also think that it was he who placed those charms on you. But what we don't yet understand, Miss, is how the Baslisik was able to stun you in your second year..."
"That's simple," Draco said, speaking for the first time since the revilation, "'Enemies of the Heir beware...' She was an enemy at the time. Ironically an enemy of herself. The Heir of Slytherin."
Hermione laughed a little, which drew attention back to her, before rising and embracing Tom. "Father," she whispered softly.
After breakfast was finished, Tom and Lucius asked the two children to leave them to their work. Hermione and Draco walked silently out of the hall.
Draco turned to face Hermione and smiled, "I guess I can't call you mudblood anymore."
"I suppose not," she answered quietly, her eyes turning purple.
Draco noticed this little change in her however,"How'd you do that?" he asked amazed
"Do what?"
"Your eyes. They changed colours."
"Oh that," Hermione said as they walked a long corridor, "I don't really know. When I woke up yesterday they just did that. They seem to change most when I get anxious. What color are they now?"
"Purple. They change according to your mood?" he asked. After she nodded, he said, "You got that from your mum. She has chameleon eyes too."
"Chameleon eyes? I've--"
"Read about those?" he finished for her with a chuckle.
Without realizing it they had walked out onto a balcony overlooking the front gate and entrance way.
"It's weird, isn't it?" Hermione asked, looking out over the garden, "Us being civil to eachother and all."
"You're a different person now Hermione. You act differentlt, you look different, your heritage is different."
"That's all the matters really isn't it? That I'm not a mudblood?"
"Of course not. Well yes, to be perfectly honest. But I would like to get to know you. I alsways have. You are a smart witch, I always wanted to know you, but my father stood in the way."
Unconsciously, Hermione reached out for Draco's hand, which covered hers completely. She had never really taken the time to notice him before now. He towered over her at 6'2" to her 5'5". His training must have been doing something right for him because he was built. His platinum blonde hair wasn't slicked back today but rather hung loosely around his face. And his eyes, she'd never really been this close, they weren't grey at all, but silver. He had lost of of his boyish looks and stood next to her as a man.
Still holding his hand tight, she whispered, "Tell me about my mum."
"You can find out for yourself, she's here."
A/N: Hope you guys liked it. I am warning you right now however, that I know exactly where this story is going, and if you don't want to see an evil, and I mean EVIL Hermione, it is best to turn back now. I put my first bit H/D in, I simply adored it. Next chapter Hermione meets Mom and the issue of going back to Hogwarts is addressed...
Disclaimer: Not mine, tis a shame...
Hermione rolled over in bed. 'It was all a dream,' she thought, 'It was all a mean horrible dream...' and with a satisified smile on her face she brushed up against her satin pillow and went slowly back --- 'SATIN PILLOWS?!'
She shot up in the bed and looked around the room. She was currently laying in a old mahogany four post canopy bed with sheer black curtains hanging all around her, amidst a sea of black satin sheets. Three of the walls were a beautiful emerald green, the fourth wall however was made up of floor to ceiling windows, with the same sheer black curtains hanging from them in which the warm summer breeze was currently blowing through. Her suitcases were piled neatly in the corner of the room, next to a large wardrobe. Upon closer inspection by Hermione, the wardrobe had several different specie of snake carved into it. There was also a large vanity with a large ornate mirror with two snakes forming a heart at the top. Hermione was astonied at the room, which was probably larger than her entire first floor of her house. 'Old house,' she thought bitterly.
"Oh! Miss is up! Master is telling me to get you ready for breakfast," a small female house elf said appearing in the room.
"Good morning," Hermione said smiling, "Who are you?"
"Oh I is being Pipsy, Miss. If you is not minding Pipsy saying so Miss, you is very pretty," the house elf said bashfully.
"Thank you. Now if you don't mind me asking, who is your Master Pipsy?"
"Master Riddle of course."
"Lucius," Tom hissed, "Why did you stun my daughter?"
"Master, please. She would not have come with me any other way. She does not know anything. She would have ran!"
"Crucio!" Tom yelled causing Lucius to fall to the floor. When he was done twitching with pain, Tom spoke again, "Now, go get your son."
"Miss," Pipsy said from behind Hermione, who was sitting at the vanity, "you is now done."
Hermione looked at herself, she looked beautiful. She had on a green wizard robes (A/N: I'll put a link for reference...) and her now black hair was settling in soft curls down her back. What still puzzled her however, were her eyes, that seemed to change when her mood changed.
"Master is asking you to join him in the dining room now Miss," Pipsy said, "You will follow me please..."
Pipsy made her way out of the huge doors that lead into and out of Hermione's room, and down a long tall corridor with moving painting and old tapestries hanging. She then followed her into a huge dining hall that could revial The Great Hall at Hogwarts. At the end of a large table, she could make out three figures.
"I is leaving you now Miss. Call if you is needing me," and with a snap Pipsy was gone.
Hermione suddenly felt very on edge. She had woken up in a strange bed right after Lucius Malfoy had called her Miss ---
"Hermione, my child, come and join us won't you?" Tom asked kindly. Hermione walkd foward confidently and as regally as she could and took the seat at Tom's right, sitting across from Lucius Malfoy, who was actually smiling pleasantly at her, and was seating next to an extremely confused looking Draco Malfoy.
It was Draco who spoke first. "If you don't mind me asking, my Lord, but why is she here?" he asked rather viciously, hoping that he might get to have a bit of fun with the little mudblood.
"Ah, and what a good question that is Draco. I don't believe you tow have been properly introduced. Draco Lucius Malfoy, met my daughter, Hermione Rhiannon Riddle."
"Your WHAT?!" they both exclaimed at the sametime, much to the delight of the two older men.
"Yes, my daughter," he said turning to Hermione, "You grew up thinking you were just like everyone else. And then you were accepted to Hogwarts, and called a mudblood," he shot an incredious looking glance at Draco, "But you aren't my dear. You are as pureblooded as they get. You are my daughter."
"But, I don't understand," Hermione said, regaining her voice finally, "If I am your daughter, why did I grow up with Muggles. And whose my mum?"
"And this is where it gets interesting," mumbled Draco, looking intently at Tom.
"Well your mum's name is Rhiannon Wrage, and she is actaully on her way down from Ireland as we speak..." Tom began.
"Rhiannon's coming here? Master do you think that's wise?" Lucius said breaking in.
Tom growled slightly, but ignored the comment, "And now what you really want to know. Your mother stuck by me no matter what. She never really believed in what we did, but she never spoke out against me, just silently supported from behind. After Harry Potter destoryed me, your mother took you to Ireland to live with her and her family. But the Ministry of Magic was soon on to her as well. Because she never partook in anything, and never asked questions, she could not be taken to Azkaban. When you were two, she thought it would be best for your safety if you stayed with her friend Narcissa Malfoy. Somehow the person who was supposed to take you to Narcissa brought you to a Muggle orphange. And so that is how you ended up wth the Grangers."
Hermione sat silently in her chair for what seemed like hours, but in reality was no more then a minute. Her eyes filled with tears she asked, "So I was never not wanted, it was just a misunderstanding?"
"We think, M'Lady," said Lucius, "That it was Dumbledore who took you that night. We also think that it was he who placed those charms on you. But what we don't yet understand, Miss, is how the Baslisik was able to stun you in your second year..."
"That's simple," Draco said, speaking for the first time since the revilation, "'Enemies of the Heir beware...' She was an enemy at the time. Ironically an enemy of herself. The Heir of Slytherin."
Hermione laughed a little, which drew attention back to her, before rising and embracing Tom. "Father," she whispered softly.
After breakfast was finished, Tom and Lucius asked the two children to leave them to their work. Hermione and Draco walked silently out of the hall.
Draco turned to face Hermione and smiled, "I guess I can't call you mudblood anymore."
"I suppose not," she answered quietly, her eyes turning purple.
Draco noticed this little change in her however,"How'd you do that?" he asked amazed
"Do what?"
"Your eyes. They changed colours."
"Oh that," Hermione said as they walked a long corridor, "I don't really know. When I woke up yesterday they just did that. They seem to change most when I get anxious. What color are they now?"
"Purple. They change according to your mood?" he asked. After she nodded, he said, "You got that from your mum. She has chameleon eyes too."
"Chameleon eyes? I've--"
"Read about those?" he finished for her with a chuckle.
Without realizing it they had walked out onto a balcony overlooking the front gate and entrance way.
"It's weird, isn't it?" Hermione asked, looking out over the garden, "Us being civil to eachother and all."
"You're a different person now Hermione. You act differentlt, you look different, your heritage is different."
"That's all the matters really isn't it? That I'm not a mudblood?"
"Of course not. Well yes, to be perfectly honest. But I would like to get to know you. I alsways have. You are a smart witch, I always wanted to know you, but my father stood in the way."
Unconsciously, Hermione reached out for Draco's hand, which covered hers completely. She had never really taken the time to notice him before now. He towered over her at 6'2" to her 5'5". His training must have been doing something right for him because he was built. His platinum blonde hair wasn't slicked back today but rather hung loosely around his face. And his eyes, she'd never really been this close, they weren't grey at all, but silver. He had lost of of his boyish looks and stood next to her as a man.
Still holding his hand tight, she whispered, "Tell me about my mum."
"You can find out for yourself, she's here."
A/N: Hope you guys liked it. I am warning you right now however, that I know exactly where this story is going, and if you don't want to see an evil, and I mean EVIL Hermione, it is best to turn back now. I put my first bit H/D in, I simply adored it. Next chapter Hermione meets Mom and the issue of going back to Hogwarts is addressed...