A/N: I'm back! Sorry, I've been sick and the sights been down and there
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"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?' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione visibly paled. "Excuse me please," she said quickly getting up, "I am not feeling very well right now. I think I'd like to retire for the time being."
Draco looked at her and could simply sense something was wrong, but no one else seemed to have noticed.
"Very well, my daughter, if you feel up to joining us again, please feel free to do so," Tom said.
With a quick curtsy, Hermione left the room and practically ran to her bedroom.
i How could I have forgotten about Harry and Ron? How am I going to tell them who I /i really i am? Should I just walk up to them on the train platform and say, 'Hello boys. Guess what I found out this summer. I'm not a mudblood, I'm Voldemort's daughter.' How perfectly lovely. Oh this is even better, 'Hello Harry. Guess what I found out. My dad killed your parents.' Terrific!/i she thought sarcastically.
She had finally reached her bedroom and belly flopped on the bed. While she was laying there face down on her bed, she began to think again,
i What does it matter what they think anyway? I'm only their friend because they are using me for homework. Don't think I don't know that. I'm not a fool after all, I am the smartest witch at Hogwarts. I never really liked those two anyway. All they do is babble on about Quidditch and such. You know what? They hell with them. If they are real friends, they'll except me, and if they aren't it's their lose./i
"Precisely," a voice drawled from the door.
Hermione picked her head up to stare at the door which she had foolishly left open. She found Draco staring back at her, as he leaned on the doorframe, arms folded across his chest with that infamous smirk on his face.
"Precisely what?" Hermione asked confused.
"What you just said. About them being real friends or not."
She hadn't realized that she had spoken the last bit of her rant out loud. She blushed and looked down.
"Well," Draco asked still in the doorway, "Are you going to invite me in? Or should we try to conduct a civil conversation like this?"
She laughed a little, before pulling out her wand and transfiguring the small chair from her vanity into a plush green couch. "Come on," she said getting off her bed and heading for the couch.
"We should talk you know," he said as he sat down, "About what's going to happen when you get back to school. You're an entirely different person, I doubt some people will even recognize you."
"Yes well, I suppose I do look a bit different," she said as her eyes shifted to an ocean blue color.
"I like your eyes," he said foolishly and then suddenly wished he hadn't when she giggled a little at him.
"What is Slytherin like?" she asked changing the subject after she noticed him blushing.
"Well, to be honest, the guys are all arrogant bastards and most of the girls are a bit, well whore-ish. Oh but I can't wait to see the express on Pansy's face when she sees you walk in with me. It will be absolutely priceless."
"Is she your girlfriend?" Hermione asked apprehensively.
"Pansy?" Draco asked between fits of laughter, "Pansy? That pug faced screech owl? Ha! Only in her dream Hermione."
They sat in silence a moment before he spoke up again. "Your name is too long."
"What?" she asked shocked.
"Yeah. Hermione. It's too long, takes too much effort to say," he said smiling at her, "Gotta think of something shorter."
"Oh anything but 'Mione. That reminds me of those two," she said referring to Ron and Harry.
"Mia?" he suggested.
"I suppose," she said inching her way towards him.
Draco looked deep into her blue eyes, 'Well, blue for the time being,' he thought, as she snuggled to him. He kissed the tip of her nose.
"Who would have ever thought to see this?" he said softly.
"Us snuggling on a couch?"
"All of this. You not being a mudblood. Us snuggling. What I wouldn't give for a camera."
Just then, completely on cue, Pipsy appeared with a camera.
"Did young sir say he is wanting a picture?"
"Yes. Do took a picture of us," Draco ordered harshly, receiving a small elbow to the ribs from Hermione, who still ardently believed in S.P.E.W.
Pipsy took the picture and disappeared again.
"I should be going as well," Draco announced, "I will see you on the train, if not before then," he said with a small standing up.
"Of course," she said, standing as well.
He bowed and took her hand in his and kissed it, "Goodnight Mia."
"Goodnight Draco."
Hermione never slept so peacefully as she did that night.
(A/N: Should I stop there? Naaaaaaaaaaah.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next day, Hermione was woken up by Pipsy yet again.
"Mistress is saying to get you up and ready," the elf squeaked out.
Hermione rolled over and pushed her head further into the pillows. She did NOT want to get up at all. Her dream had been too good.
"Miss Hermione," Pipsy said cautiously, "Mistress Rhiannon is saying to get you up and ready so's that she is being able to take you shopping."
At the mention of shopping, Hermione's head sprang off the pillows, "Well, why didn't you say so!"
Hermione bathed and put on some of the wizard robes that had been in the dresser and met her mum down in the Main Entrance Hall.
"I thought we might be able to do some shopping and catching up," Rhiannon said, "Besides, I'm sure you are going to need some new things for school."
Hermione smiled. She didn't know much about her mum or how she herself had come to be with the muggles. She had so many things she wanted to ask her.
They apparated to the Leaky Cauldron, where several people stopped what they were doing to stare at the pair. Rhiannon Wrage had once been an extremely prominent figure in Wizarding Society before becoming involved with Voldemort. After he disappeared thanks to Harry Potter, not much had been seen of her. Many assumed she had died, or went into hiding. They all knew she never took place in anything Voldemort did and there for could not be imprisoned in Azkaban. They had heard rumors that Rhiannon and Tom had a child, a daughter, but no one had ever seen her.
The two women walked through the Leaky Cauldron, knowing that all eyes were on them, to the entrance to Diagon Alley.
"Let's say we go to Madam Milken's first Hermione. I might venture to say that you will need new school robes, as we are all pretty sure you'll switch houses. And maybe some nice new dress robes as well?"
They walked into the shop and as Hermione was being fitted for a lovely rainbow colored dress (a/n: think Natalie Portman's dress from Episode Two), she began to ask her questions.
"Mum, how come we have chameleon eyes?" she asked first, thinking it best to progress slowly to the harder questions.
"It's a trait in my family, that all the first born females will have chameleon eyes. We are sure why or how. It just is," she said softly, apparently waiting for the flood of questions that was to follow.
"How did you and father meet? He seems so much older than you."
Rhiannon smiled, and got a distant look in her eyes, as if she were remember a time long ago. "Your father always hated what he was, a half blood that is. Most old families had the same ideals as he did. That magic should be kept to the pureblooded and no one else. My father and Tom became good friends quickly because of these ideals. I was young then, I was the same age as Lily and James Potter. Your father and I just fell in love, and had you. He was a great man, who did many great things, terrible. But great."
Hermione had a bit of trouble chocking her next question out, but with a little help from Madam Milken, who has just stuck a pin in her, she got it out.
"How did I come to be with the muggles Mum?"
Rhiannon, who'd been smiling all morning, suddenly became very sullen. Her eyes lost there twinkle and became a dark grey color.
"I don't know love," she said softly, "I thought it best that you go with the Malfoys at the time. The Minister was still watching me like a hawk and constantly popping their ridiculous heads in, and you were just a wee thing at the time. Narcissa said that she would take you for the time being until things calmed down.
But you never made it to Malfoy Manor. You see I was not allowed to leave my estate in Ireland at the time, and so I gave you to one of my most trusted servants to bring you to Narcissa. When she owled me the next day to ask when you'd be arriving I was thrown into a panic, because surely you should have been there already. We tried every single locator spell we could get our hands on to find you. But it was to no avail. We thought you were dead and it broke my heart.
But you're not dead are you? You are very much alive, and that to me is the greatest news ever."
Hermione studied her mum, "Who took me to the Malfoys?"
"My servant dear. But he was never heard from again."
"Is it possible mum, that it was someone else using a polyjuice potion?"
"Why that awful hat put you in Gryffindor and not Ravenclaw," she began, "I suppose so."
Hermione just smiled and her and Rhiannon continued their day. All the time Hermione was thinking that the first thing she was going to do after announcing who she was and be resorted, was to interrogate Dumbledore about the night of her disappearance from the Wizarding world.
A/N: Well there you have it chapter five, filled with some answers and D/H fluff for you. Gotta love the fluff. You know the drill the more you review the more I turn out. It also seems that the more you review the looooooonger the chapters become. Hmmmm.... Oh and I've yet to master the italics thing. If someone could help me out with that I'd send them over a Chocolate Covered Draco.
Disclaimer: Rhiannon, the plot line, this computer, and a 1995 Chevy Camaro... Those are the ONLY things I own.
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"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?' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione visibly paled. "Excuse me please," she said quickly getting up, "I am not feeling very well right now. I think I'd like to retire for the time being."
Draco looked at her and could simply sense something was wrong, but no one else seemed to have noticed.
"Very well, my daughter, if you feel up to joining us again, please feel free to do so," Tom said.
With a quick curtsy, Hermione left the room and practically ran to her bedroom.
i How could I have forgotten about Harry and Ron? How am I going to tell them who I /i really i am? Should I just walk up to them on the train platform and say, 'Hello boys. Guess what I found out this summer. I'm not a mudblood, I'm Voldemort's daughter.' How perfectly lovely. Oh this is even better, 'Hello Harry. Guess what I found out. My dad killed your parents.' Terrific!/i she thought sarcastically.
She had finally reached her bedroom and belly flopped on the bed. While she was laying there face down on her bed, she began to think again,
i What does it matter what they think anyway? I'm only their friend because they are using me for homework. Don't think I don't know that. I'm not a fool after all, I am the smartest witch at Hogwarts. I never really liked those two anyway. All they do is babble on about Quidditch and such. You know what? They hell with them. If they are real friends, they'll except me, and if they aren't it's their lose./i
"Precisely," a voice drawled from the door.
Hermione picked her head up to stare at the door which she had foolishly left open. She found Draco staring back at her, as he leaned on the doorframe, arms folded across his chest with that infamous smirk on his face.
"Precisely what?" Hermione asked confused.
"What you just said. About them being real friends or not."
She hadn't realized that she had spoken the last bit of her rant out loud. She blushed and looked down.
"Well," Draco asked still in the doorway, "Are you going to invite me in? Or should we try to conduct a civil conversation like this?"
She laughed a little, before pulling out her wand and transfiguring the small chair from her vanity into a plush green couch. "Come on," she said getting off her bed and heading for the couch.
"We should talk you know," he said as he sat down, "About what's going to happen when you get back to school. You're an entirely different person, I doubt some people will even recognize you."
"Yes well, I suppose I do look a bit different," she said as her eyes shifted to an ocean blue color.
"I like your eyes," he said foolishly and then suddenly wished he hadn't when she giggled a little at him.
"What is Slytherin like?" she asked changing the subject after she noticed him blushing.
"Well, to be honest, the guys are all arrogant bastards and most of the girls are a bit, well whore-ish. Oh but I can't wait to see the express on Pansy's face when she sees you walk in with me. It will be absolutely priceless."
"Is she your girlfriend?" Hermione asked apprehensively.
"Pansy?" Draco asked between fits of laughter, "Pansy? That pug faced screech owl? Ha! Only in her dream Hermione."
They sat in silence a moment before he spoke up again. "Your name is too long."
"What?" she asked shocked.
"Yeah. Hermione. It's too long, takes too much effort to say," he said smiling at her, "Gotta think of something shorter."
"Oh anything but 'Mione. That reminds me of those two," she said referring to Ron and Harry.
"Mia?" he suggested.
"I suppose," she said inching her way towards him.
Draco looked deep into her blue eyes, 'Well, blue for the time being,' he thought, as she snuggled to him. He kissed the tip of her nose.
"Who would have ever thought to see this?" he said softly.
"Us snuggling on a couch?"
"All of this. You not being a mudblood. Us snuggling. What I wouldn't give for a camera."
Just then, completely on cue, Pipsy appeared with a camera.
"Did young sir say he is wanting a picture?"
"Yes. Do took a picture of us," Draco ordered harshly, receiving a small elbow to the ribs from Hermione, who still ardently believed in S.P.E.W.
Pipsy took the picture and disappeared again.
"I should be going as well," Draco announced, "I will see you on the train, if not before then," he said with a small standing up.
"Of course," she said, standing as well.
He bowed and took her hand in his and kissed it, "Goodnight Mia."
"Goodnight Draco."
Hermione never slept so peacefully as she did that night.
(A/N: Should I stop there? Naaaaaaaaaaah.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next day, Hermione was woken up by Pipsy yet again.
"Mistress is saying to get you up and ready," the elf squeaked out.
Hermione rolled over and pushed her head further into the pillows. She did NOT want to get up at all. Her dream had been too good.
"Miss Hermione," Pipsy said cautiously, "Mistress Rhiannon is saying to get you up and ready so's that she is being able to take you shopping."
At the mention of shopping, Hermione's head sprang off the pillows, "Well, why didn't you say so!"
Hermione bathed and put on some of the wizard robes that had been in the dresser and met her mum down in the Main Entrance Hall.
"I thought we might be able to do some shopping and catching up," Rhiannon said, "Besides, I'm sure you are going to need some new things for school."
Hermione smiled. She didn't know much about her mum or how she herself had come to be with the muggles. She had so many things she wanted to ask her.
They apparated to the Leaky Cauldron, where several people stopped what they were doing to stare at the pair. Rhiannon Wrage had once been an extremely prominent figure in Wizarding Society before becoming involved with Voldemort. After he disappeared thanks to Harry Potter, not much had been seen of her. Many assumed she had died, or went into hiding. They all knew she never took place in anything Voldemort did and there for could not be imprisoned in Azkaban. They had heard rumors that Rhiannon and Tom had a child, a daughter, but no one had ever seen her.
The two women walked through the Leaky Cauldron, knowing that all eyes were on them, to the entrance to Diagon Alley.
"Let's say we go to Madam Milken's first Hermione. I might venture to say that you will need new school robes, as we are all pretty sure you'll switch houses. And maybe some nice new dress robes as well?"
They walked into the shop and as Hermione was being fitted for a lovely rainbow colored dress (a/n: think Natalie Portman's dress from Episode Two), she began to ask her questions.
"Mum, how come we have chameleon eyes?" she asked first, thinking it best to progress slowly to the harder questions.
"It's a trait in my family, that all the first born females will have chameleon eyes. We are sure why or how. It just is," she said softly, apparently waiting for the flood of questions that was to follow.
"How did you and father meet? He seems so much older than you."
Rhiannon smiled, and got a distant look in her eyes, as if she were remember a time long ago. "Your father always hated what he was, a half blood that is. Most old families had the same ideals as he did. That magic should be kept to the pureblooded and no one else. My father and Tom became good friends quickly because of these ideals. I was young then, I was the same age as Lily and James Potter. Your father and I just fell in love, and had you. He was a great man, who did many great things, terrible. But great."
Hermione had a bit of trouble chocking her next question out, but with a little help from Madam Milken, who has just stuck a pin in her, she got it out.
"How did I come to be with the muggles Mum?"
Rhiannon, who'd been smiling all morning, suddenly became very sullen. Her eyes lost there twinkle and became a dark grey color.
"I don't know love," she said softly, "I thought it best that you go with the Malfoys at the time. The Minister was still watching me like a hawk and constantly popping their ridiculous heads in, and you were just a wee thing at the time. Narcissa said that she would take you for the time being until things calmed down.
But you never made it to Malfoy Manor. You see I was not allowed to leave my estate in Ireland at the time, and so I gave you to one of my most trusted servants to bring you to Narcissa. When she owled me the next day to ask when you'd be arriving I was thrown into a panic, because surely you should have been there already. We tried every single locator spell we could get our hands on to find you. But it was to no avail. We thought you were dead and it broke my heart.
But you're not dead are you? You are very much alive, and that to me is the greatest news ever."
Hermione studied her mum, "Who took me to the Malfoys?"
"My servant dear. But he was never heard from again."
"Is it possible mum, that it was someone else using a polyjuice potion?"
"Why that awful hat put you in Gryffindor and not Ravenclaw," she began, "I suppose so."
Hermione just smiled and her and Rhiannon continued their day. All the time Hermione was thinking that the first thing she was going to do after announcing who she was and be resorted, was to interrogate Dumbledore about the night of her disappearance from the Wizarding world.
A/N: Well there you have it chapter five, filled with some answers and D/H fluff for you. Gotta love the fluff. You know the drill the more you review the more I turn out. It also seems that the more you review the looooooonger the chapters become. Hmmmm.... Oh and I've yet to master the italics thing. If someone could help me out with that I'd send them over a Chocolate Covered Draco.