A/N: Oh how I do love reviews. HINT HINT HINT. Anyway, Jess to answer your question: you'll have to read on and find out. Someone needs to remind me to ask if I can borrow Harry and Draco from Slytherin-nette. If you don't read her Alternative Goblet of Fire and Sorcerer's Stone stories, you should.

To CrinkleCutRuffles: I mean this honestly, thank you for your review. Just a few points, 1: Voldemort is magically and her mum is magically, both parents are magic therefore to me she'd be a pureblood. 2: I like calling him Tom, it just makes him seem more human rather than a monster. 3: That is mentioned in the end of this chapter and addressed fully in the next. 4: When I said powerful charms and spells were put on her, I meant it. So much so that it even hid her blood. I'm not sure if that's do-able, but it's my fic so in my world it is, (. And I think you are right, an A/U might be a good thing to tack on it.

Disclaimer: I can dream.

(This is going to start in Draco's P.O.V. from the incident in the previous chapter.)

After we'd finished eating, Father and the Lord, asked the new Hermione Riddle and I to give them a bit of leave so that they could talk about business. We walked around the large mansion, just kind of wandering with no real aim. I think that we were both a bit in shock still to find out who she really was.
"I guess I can't call you mudblood anymore," I said smiling.
"I suppose not," she said. She had been looking down most of the time during our walk. But as she spoke she looked up and I saw her eyes turn purple.
"How'd you do that?"
"Do what?" she asked me as if she had no idea that her eyes had just changed colors.
"Your eyes. They changed colours," I said sort of in shock.
"Oh that," she said quietly again as we walked, "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?" she said turning to me staring right at me.
"Purple," I said barely above a whisper, I just noticed how, well beautiful she looked. "They change according to your mood?" she nodded, "You got that from your mum. She has chameleon eyes too."
"Chameleon eyes? I've." she started to say, but I had heard the beginning of that sentence too many times to not know what was coming next.
"Read about those?" I said smiling, genuinely smiling at her for one of the first times.
Without realizing it we had walked out on to the balcony overlooking the front gate and entrance way.
We sat looking over the front for a few minutes in silence.
"It's weird, isn't it?" she asked suddenly, looking over at the garden, "Us being civil to each other and all."
"You're a different person now Hermione," I told her honestly, "You act differently, you look different, your heritage is different."
"That's all that matters to you isn't it?" she asked sounding hurt, "That I'm not a mudblood?"
'Stupid!' I thought to myself, "Of course not. Well yes, but I would like to get to know you. I always have. You are the smartest witch in our class. I always wanted to know you, but my father stood in my way."
I was telling her the truth after all. When I had found out how smart she was I was amazed. I wanted to talk to her, to be able to hold an intelligent conversation with her. That's why I had always challenged her. I wanted someone to match me. Because let's face it, frankly in a battle of wits, Goyle, Crabbe, and Pansy were certainly unarmed. Hermione was armed with a canon.
I was pulled away from my thoughts by something touching my hand. I found Hermione's small hand wrapped in my own. I smiled at her and stared at her and studied her. She was almost a whole foot shorter than me. Her now black curly hair fell softly around her face. Her eyes that had been at the beginning of our walk purple, were now turning sky blue before my eyes. Among her new appearance, she had believed very womanly curves which Draco studied especially carefully. 'She isn't beautiful,' he thought, 'she's gorgeous.'
I squeezed her hand a little and she squeezed a bit back and whispered, "Tell me about my mum," as she rested her head on my chest.
I noticed a Horseless Carraige pulling up through the gates.
"You can find out for yourself, she's here."

Meanwhile, Lucius and Tom were still in the hall. They weren't really discusses business, but much rather gossiping like two old hens.
"She is back, Lucius, and so you know what that means," Tom said excitedly.
"But My Lord, when we thought that Hermione was gone, we agreed to have Draco marry that Parkinson girl," Lucius said nervously as Tom sat eyeing him.
"Lucius, please don't make me hurt you again. I am sure the Parkinsons will understand if you tell them that Draco was supposed to marry my daughter first. After all they are loyal to me, I'm sure they will understand," he said losing his patience, "Besides which family would you rather the Malfoys be associated with. The Parkinsons," he kind of almost spat, "Or the House of Riddle?"
Lucius bowed, "I will inform them at once."

Rhiannon had received an owl last night, while sitting in her Manor in Northern Ireland. The owl was very black, and hard to see while flying at night, making it almost impossible to track. The owl delivered a letter with a crest on the envelope that she had not seen in months and her heart had skipped a beat. 'Tom!' she thought excitedly.
She gave the owl a bit of a treat and it waited over in the corner for her reply.

'Rhiannon-
I have found her my love. I found Hermione. She is at the Manor. Please come as soon as possible.
-Tom'

It had taken an hour for the news to settle in and apparated into Hogsmeade and had taken a horseless carriage from there.
She was pulling up to the Manor, her eyes were a royal purple color and hundred of thought ran through her head. She looked up onto the balcony that was over looking the front and saw a young blonde man and black haired woman standing together talking. She though of how much they looked like Tom and herself at that age, except well Tom was the raven haired one and she was the blonde. The carriage came to a sudden stop that rocked her out of her thoughts.
"Lady Wrage," the footman said, "His Lordship welcomes you and awaits for you in the Hall."
"Thank you," she said taking his hand and emerged from the carriage.

Hermione looked down at the woman coming out of the carriage. She had long blonde hair that fell in soft curls like her own. She was extremely beautiful as well. Hermione turned to Draco, "That's my mum?"
When he nodded, she broke from their embrace and ran down the main staircase. As she hit the last stair, Rhiannon was entering the Mansion.
"Hermione?" she asked, barely audibly.
"Mum!" Hermione yelled.
They both ran towards each other and in what was probably the greatest moment of both their lives, they embraced. And by the time they pulled apart from each other, both were in tears.
Tom, Lucius, and Draco had entered the Entrance Hall to witness the teary reunion.

After much crying from the female duo of the five of them, they all moved into the Study to discuss what was to happen next.
"Will I still be Hermione Granger when I return to school?" she asked, "Or shall I go as Hermione Riddle? Or Wrage even?"
"That's really up to you Hermione," her mother said, "I don't think Wrage would be a good idea however, as I have been in hiding for so many years."
"Well I don't want to go as Granger. Granger was the pathetic mudblood know it all. I am not her anymore."
"Perhaps then you should go as Hermione Riddle," Draco said.
"And be resorted while you are at it," added Lucius.
Tom who been extremely silent during this exchange, finally spoke up.
"You shall go as who you are. And you are Hermione Rhiannon Riddle. And the whole school will be knowing who you are. And you will be asked to be resorted. And you will be in Slytherin as you were meant to be."
"And you will know longer have to be part of the idiotic Golden Trio of Gryffindor," Draco said smirking.

Oh no! Hermione thought She hadn't even thought of that. What was she going to tell Ron and Harry?