Disclaimer: No, I don't own it. But I'd like to own Draco Malfoy for about a week. Great work J. K. Rowling! This is one of my absolute favorite book series.
"What's your problem, Daisy?" Pansy asked as her little sister came into her dorm.
The girl looked like she had seen a ghost, or rather stepped through one.
"I think I'm gonna faint," Daisy said quietly.
"What now? You find out that Santa isn't real or something?" her sister laughed.
"No. Just that your best friend is a total traitor."
"Which one and how?" she drawled lazily.
"Millicent."
"And exactly how is Millicent a traitor?"
"She says that she's in love with that Longbottom boy, and she doesn't care who knows it."
"Longbottom? Well, it's not that I can't see why. But to let it out? Mill's smarter than that. are you sure?" she asked.
"Of course, Pansy. He was kissing her and everything. Where are you going?"
Pansy was standing before her vanity brushing her hair and smearing on lipstick. She sprayed on a bit of perfume and adjusted her clothes.
"Draco is working on a project all day."
"You're going to spend the day working?"
"No. I said that Draco was. I have a little meeting to attend to. I'll be back late."
"Where are you going?"
Pansy groaned. Daisy could be perfectly annoying at times. Pansy had known her little sister very well. she knew full well what that translated to. Who are you doing? The nosy little bitch had caused her quite a bit of trouble at home. And now she was constantly getting herself into something now that she was back at school.
"Well?" she persisted.
"Blaise. Blaise Zabbini. And mind your own business."
"But, you're with Draco."
"What Draco doesn't know won't hurt me."
"But, what if Draco finds out somehow. You may not be his favorite forever."
Pansy was just about to leave when she said that. Daisy wasn't very good at fabricated threats. What did she know.
"What have you heard?"
"Nothing much. Just that Draco has his eye on someone else."
"Like who?"
"Hermione Granger."
A flood of relief nearly shook Pansy with the force of it.
"You put way too much stock into a little gossip, girl."
"And you seem to put too little. Didn't he say whom he was going to be working with?"
"No, why?"
"I heard some things. Harry Potter was telling that Weasley girl that on the night of the feast Draco was acting awfully nice to Hermione. He said that it was obvious that he was into her."
Pansy laughed outright at that.
"Hermione Granger is one of the most plain, mousy, meek, geeky girls at this school. She's built like a stick, flat-chest-ed, buck-toothed, and a know-it-all topped with a ton of frizzy hair. I think that I can safely say that she's not Draco's type. Now why don't you run along and find something to do that doesn't directly bother me."
"I'd be certain that that meeting is kept very confidential, if I were you, Pansy. You don't know if Draco is faithful to you or not."
Pansy just snorted and walked out. The day that she took Daisy's love advice was the day she went lesbian. She had to hurry. Blaise was hot. Not nearly as hot as Malfoy, but she wanted to see if anything about him smoldered besides his eyes.
"So you're saying that this girl is Hermione?" Seamus asked Dean.
One corner of the Gryffindor table was filled with people all talking about some girl on the cover of a magazine. The glossy cover of 'Who's Who' was the subject of choice all down the table. The cover featured five people. An elegant woman stood off to the left side, her long trench coat left open to display an ample amount of cleavage and her flared jeans rode low on her hips. Next there was a young girl, about seventeen leaning forward and reaching down. She wore a simple tube dress of soft satin in the exact shade of blood. Then came another girl, obviously older than the first. She modeled her black sundress to perfection as a jaunty black beret sat on top of her head. Thirdly there was a young man wearing a white muscle shirt and black leather pants. Finally there was a last girl sitting on the ground, the second figure in the picture touching her shoulder. She sat cross-legged in a two piece gray business suit with navy tube top beneath the jacket. Her hair and eyes like all the others, were brown. She wore very little make-up and smiled jubilantly at the camera. The headline beside them stated: All In The Family- One More Seat In The Grand Opera House!
"That's what Lavender told me. read the article, Lavender!"
"Fine. For the third time I'll read it. 'The summer was scorching, but that wasn't all. Marie Valnor, famous singer, designer, actress and musician, was once the center of attention. But she doesn't mind sharing the spotlight. Ever since her children made their debuts in New York's celebrity scene, she's been very supportive. Her eldest, Asia, set her own pace as a model and dancer. Her son, Korven, is one of the most in-demand musicians out there. And her youngest, Rita, has dazzled us for years as a coordinator and actress. But it seems that talent runs deep within this family. Visiting niece, Hermione Granger, shocked all of New York's elite when she joined the family in a little show to celebrate Rita's seventeenth birthday. Marie confesses: 'I didn't know what Rita was thinking when she dragged the girl on stage, but Hermione has always excelled at what ever she put her mind to. So I wasn't too worried. She did her grandmother proud tonight, though.' Asia says: 'Really, we just wanted to scare mom. All of us already knew that she could sing. She can do a lot more, she's just shy. She really impressed a lot of people tonight. I made a few calls to break her into the business… I wasn't disappointed.' An exuberant Rita bounces as she talks about her cousin. 'She is just so much fun! I was surprised and nervous when I found out she'd be staying for the holiday. I haven't seen her in years and it's just really great to have her here right now. She's like a year younger than me, but she's the one I run with. Parties, shopping, whatever. We're almost always together. Except for when she's with her boyfriend. I'm just kidding. She's totally single, so line up guys. She's about to hurt me, so I'd better shut up.' We asked Korven how he feels about his little cousin's impact on the entertainment world. 'How do I feel? I guess I feel fine. Hermione is 'the kid'. She's almost like a little female copy of me. I always used to think that it was cute, because we'd do things at the same time. I'd grab a book, she'd grab a book. I'd go someplace quiet to think and she'd already be there. So eventually, I just figured that she wasn't just playing around so I started to play with her. I taught her to play piano, I taught her poetry, she's almost like my own kid. I love her. And I'm not blind, she's totally hot, so guys just stay the fuck away from my cousin! None of you will ever be good enough. I'm going to genetically engineer a guy for her one day. He'll be the only one I'll like.' Finally we talked to the young woman of the hour. Hermione spent most of the night avoiding our team, but we finally convinced her to talk to us. Despite all of the attention that she was getting we found her to be a very down-to-earth girl. 'I'm really nothing special. Rita said that all she wanted for her birthday was for me to perform with her and I did that. It was a lot of fun and I was happy to do it. But I came out here to spend some time with my family, that's all I'm about right now. If I had a good offer, I may just take up singing professionally. But I want to finish school first, maybe. I love New York, spending time here and sightseeing is the best! I miss all of my friends at school and home and I can't wait to go back. Rita is insane! I'm not looking for a boyfriend. But I think she is. I'd better go, Asia is about to kill Korven again. See? We're a completely normal family.' Marie and Asia refuse to go on record for this but they hint that we'll be seeing an album from Hermione sometime next summer.'"
"Hermione, our Hermione? A singer. Who would've guessed?" Seamus said with shock.
"Where'd you get a hold of this Lavender?" came a voice from the side.
She looked up into Harry's face and smirked.
"My mum, sent it to me. She recognized Hermione from one of my pictures and thought I'd like to see this. She must have told you all about this, you're her best friend."
"Yeah. She told Ron and me a few days ago, at the feast. She was real shy about it though. She almost didn't say a thing about it. But then Nearly Headless Nick showed up and congratulated her on a great performance. We wouldn't let it rest until she confessed. She sings really well."
"Blimey, what's with this picture?" Seamus yelled. He'd been flipping through the magazine, looking at the pictures when he found another one with Hermione.
She was wearing a very gothic dress. The bodice was snug leather that clung to her chest well. the skirt was of a flowing satin that accentuated her tiny waist and well formed hips. She stood leaning on her cousin, Korven who was wearing loose trousers and nothing else as he sat in a high-backed chair, strapped to it. He was covered in scrapes and cuts, his hair was totally disheveled and he was staring at her as if she were fear itself.
"What is that supposed to be?" Lavender gasped.
"Read the article," Parvati urged.
"'Small, but mighty. Never insult her!' Oh it says that this shot is supposed to be a promotion piece for Marie's wall of fame. Basically the picture is supposed to show how Hermione is one way on the outside, but very different on the inside. Her aunt says the photo was inspired by an incident when she was only five years old. Korven called Hermione out of her name and Hermione, in response, walked away. She returned a minute later, toting a metal baseball bat. It was all fun and games, until she finally caught him. He spent the night in the emergency room. her temper is no where near as volatile any more, but she still demands respect."
"This is rich."
"She is so hot, now!"
"I can't believe this."
And that was how Hermione found her housemates as she came downstairs.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Hermione, you never said that you were a superstar!"
Before she could ask, the magazine was being thrust at her face. She rolled her eyes and groaned quietly.
"Just a little something for the records, she said. this is more than a little something!" Hermione cried.
"You're really Marie's niece?" someone asked.
"Marie Valnor, yes. Marie Granger is my grandmother."
"Marie Granger? Wasn't she the opera singer?"
"Yes," Hermione said quietly.
"She's a legend! You're related to so many famous people."
"Yeah. A lot of people are angry at my parents, though."
"Their just dentists."
"Now, they are. My mother used to be an actress. My dad was a model. They chose quieter careers when I was born. They said that they didn't want me to grow up in the lime light like they did. They said that they weren't very happy as children. So I've been encouraged to further my mind than my reputation as an entertainer. I don't know how they'll react when they see this. They knew that I performed, but even I didn't expect this! I hope she won't publish all the pictures I took," she squeaked as she looked at the pictures.
"How many were there?" Harry asked.
"Quite a few. I was held captive for twelve hours for these. There were so many outfits and poses that all I really remember are very sore muscles."
"It says here that you'll be featured in your cousins next portfolio."
"Perfect…" she sighed.
"Can I have your autograph?" Harry twittered.
"You can shove off, you great prat!" she laughed as she pushed him away.
"Ron's going to have a fit," Lavender said.
"Where is Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Writing Anna," Harry replied.
"Anna? Who's that?" she inquired.
"Oh, yeah. You don't know. Boy, do I have a lot to tell you."
Chapter six! So rushed, it felt like total crap. I tried. You see, the first half of this was already done. But I'm about to update and I really wanted to have the sixth chapter finished, since I've been away so long. Does a three chapter update buy me any kind of forgiveness? I hope so. I'm still writing. So please bare with me! Thanks to all reviewers. Later!