A/N: I'm using * around words that I wanted to put in italics, since italics wont show when I upload the chapters onto FF.net.
"What is there do explain?" Harry asked. "Apparently you're the daughter of Voldemort, and you've obviously chosen to side with you new *father*." Harry practically spit out the word father. "It's already all over the school. Between your wonderful Deatheaters and you screaming it at us in the halls, everyone knows. The Gryffindor know-it-all, best friend of Harry Potter is the heir of Slytherin and the daughter of Voldemort. And her new best friend is Draco Malfoy." Harry's fiery gaze turned to Malfoy. "He seems to be your new dog. He follows you around like one."
"No better than your Weasel. At least I have a reason for doing so," Draco calmly replied. "And I'm not Hermione's 'new best friend.' I'm a... friend of the family. And probably her fiancé by now, knowing our parents."
"Your not my fiancé! I swear I'll hex you into next week if you go around saying that," Hermione said.
"Mya, in case you haven't noticed, our father's are best friends. My family is the richest, and most powerful wizarding family in the world. Why wouldn't our parents arrange our marriage? You act like it would be the most horrible thing in the world."
"I didn't mean it like that. Marrying you wouldn't be horrible, but that doesn't mean I'd want to," she glanced at Harry and Ron. Ron's entire body was seemed to match his flaming hair. He only got that way when he was ready to snap. Draco was not helping any. "We'll talk about this later. Draco, could you leave Harry, Ron and me alone for a little while. I want to speak to them in private."
"Mya, anything you have to say to them, you can say in front of me. Besides, the Dark Lord isn't very excited about the thought of you being alone with Potter. You never know when he'll come up with an idiotic idea like using you to get to our Lord."
"Draco..." Hermione pleaded. He stood his ground. "Fine, if you're going to be a prat, then do so, but keep your mouth shut. I wont hesitate to shut it for you." Draco smirked, but remained silent. Hermione turned to Harry and Ron. "Am I allowed to sit down next to you?"
"Don't want to stand next to your fiancé?" Ron finally spoke.
"Ron, he's not my fiancé. Draco has been a really big help to me. Just let me explain everything, please?" Harry nodded and pulled out a chair for her. "Thank you." She sighed. "I guess I should start from the beginning, when I was kidnaped. I woke up in a cell in the dungeon of Voldemort's manor. He personally came and took me to a really nice room on the second floor. He healed all my wounds and killed the man that gave them to me. Then he put me to bed. He was sitting in my room when I woke up, and he told me everything. Basically, he said that my mother died when I was born and no one even knew about their relationship in the first place. When you defeated him, my nanny put me in a muggle orphanage to keep my safe. He found out that I was his daughter a few days ago, and he had me brought to his manor that night. Then he held a couple parties to introduce me to the Deatheaters. That's where Draco came in. He helped me get away from all the people. And he helped me when I was... having a hard time. He's not as bad as you think. Can you give him a chance?"
"Before I answer your question, answer mine," Harry said. "Are you still on our side?"
Hermione sighed, then looked up, locking her gaze with Harry's. "I'm not on anyone's side. I can't..." she leaned forward and dropped her voice to a whisper. "I can't join the Order." She sat back and her voice resumed it's usual level. "I'm not going to fight someone who is as kind to me as Voldemort is. But I'm not going to join the deatheaters either. I'm not willing to fight my best friends."
"So what are you going to do then?" Ron asked.
"I'm neutral. I can't really tell Voldemort that, but he knows I'm not going to do a complete 180 degree change in a few days, or even a few weeks. He's not crazy. He's just set in his ideas, even if they are wrong. I'm going back to his manor every weekend, with Draco. But the rest of the time I'm free to spend with you guys. You're still my best friends. Nothing is going to change that." Hermione stood up and grabbed both the boys in a hug. Ron immediately wrapped his arms around her. Harry hesitated a moment, then he pulled her to him.
Harry pulled back. "Are you crying?" He pulled Hermione's face up. Tears silently fell from her eyes. "Why are you crying?" Ron let go and sat back down.
"I was so afraid you guys would hate me. It seemed like you did at first. I'm just really happy, that's all."
Ron looked up at her. "'Mione, we'd never leave you. We're the Golden Trio. Golden Duo just doesn't sound the same." She smiled at him.
"I need to get back to my room. I'm sure Draco is tired of standing there." She looked up at him and he glared down at her. "Besides, I need to get ready for classes. We have potions in 20 minutes. I don't know what I have after that," Hermione said.
"What do you mean you don't know what you have next. You memorized our schedule as soon as we got it. We have DADA after potions," Ron said.
"Well, Gryffindors have DADA. But I'm not a Gryffindor anymore. Dumbledore transferred me to Slytherin." Ron's eyes practically jumped out of his head, while Harry only sat and started as though he was trying to process exactly what she said. "Voldemort requested it, and having Draco around will make it easier for me to adjust to my new lifestyle."
It was silent for a minute, then Harry spoke. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You are technically the heir of Slytherin. How did you get sorted into Gryffindor in the first place?"
"I asked the hat to put me in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. I heard people on the train saying that Gryffindor is the best house, but Ravenclaw is where the smartest witches and wizard are placed. The hat wanted to put my in Slytherin, but I threatened to cut him into little pieces. I heard the same girls say that Slytherin is where the Dark witches and Wizards are placed. But we need to go get ready for classes. I'll see you guess in Snape's room, okay?" The boys nodded, then stood and left the library. Hermione stepped up next to Draco.
"Such a lovely reunion. It almost made me sick. The group, that was overwhelming. Really, I swear I practically cried too," Draco said.
"Oh shut up, I don't want to hear anything out of you. You're the one that insisted to stand and watch the whole thing."
"I was following orders. I didn't enjoy that, trust me."
"Really, I thought you were enthralled by the show," her sarcasm was present.
"Mya, I think you *have* been around me to long. My attitude seems to be leaking into."
"Maybe, but who says that's a bad thing?" She slipped her hand into his, and he entwined their fingers. They received many stares on their walk back to their rooms.
Another A/N: Well, there's the new chapter. I hope you all like it! Please, please REVIEW!
"What is there do explain?" Harry asked. "Apparently you're the daughter of Voldemort, and you've obviously chosen to side with you new *father*." Harry practically spit out the word father. "It's already all over the school. Between your wonderful Deatheaters and you screaming it at us in the halls, everyone knows. The Gryffindor know-it-all, best friend of Harry Potter is the heir of Slytherin and the daughter of Voldemort. And her new best friend is Draco Malfoy." Harry's fiery gaze turned to Malfoy. "He seems to be your new dog. He follows you around like one."
"No better than your Weasel. At least I have a reason for doing so," Draco calmly replied. "And I'm not Hermione's 'new best friend.' I'm a... friend of the family. And probably her fiancé by now, knowing our parents."
"Your not my fiancé! I swear I'll hex you into next week if you go around saying that," Hermione said.
"Mya, in case you haven't noticed, our father's are best friends. My family is the richest, and most powerful wizarding family in the world. Why wouldn't our parents arrange our marriage? You act like it would be the most horrible thing in the world."
"I didn't mean it like that. Marrying you wouldn't be horrible, but that doesn't mean I'd want to," she glanced at Harry and Ron. Ron's entire body was seemed to match his flaming hair. He only got that way when he was ready to snap. Draco was not helping any. "We'll talk about this later. Draco, could you leave Harry, Ron and me alone for a little while. I want to speak to them in private."
"Mya, anything you have to say to them, you can say in front of me. Besides, the Dark Lord isn't very excited about the thought of you being alone with Potter. You never know when he'll come up with an idiotic idea like using you to get to our Lord."
"Draco..." Hermione pleaded. He stood his ground. "Fine, if you're going to be a prat, then do so, but keep your mouth shut. I wont hesitate to shut it for you." Draco smirked, but remained silent. Hermione turned to Harry and Ron. "Am I allowed to sit down next to you?"
"Don't want to stand next to your fiancé?" Ron finally spoke.
"Ron, he's not my fiancé. Draco has been a really big help to me. Just let me explain everything, please?" Harry nodded and pulled out a chair for her. "Thank you." She sighed. "I guess I should start from the beginning, when I was kidnaped. I woke up in a cell in the dungeon of Voldemort's manor. He personally came and took me to a really nice room on the second floor. He healed all my wounds and killed the man that gave them to me. Then he put me to bed. He was sitting in my room when I woke up, and he told me everything. Basically, he said that my mother died when I was born and no one even knew about their relationship in the first place. When you defeated him, my nanny put me in a muggle orphanage to keep my safe. He found out that I was his daughter a few days ago, and he had me brought to his manor that night. Then he held a couple parties to introduce me to the Deatheaters. That's where Draco came in. He helped me get away from all the people. And he helped me when I was... having a hard time. He's not as bad as you think. Can you give him a chance?"
"Before I answer your question, answer mine," Harry said. "Are you still on our side?"
Hermione sighed, then looked up, locking her gaze with Harry's. "I'm not on anyone's side. I can't..." she leaned forward and dropped her voice to a whisper. "I can't join the Order." She sat back and her voice resumed it's usual level. "I'm not going to fight someone who is as kind to me as Voldemort is. But I'm not going to join the deatheaters either. I'm not willing to fight my best friends."
"So what are you going to do then?" Ron asked.
"I'm neutral. I can't really tell Voldemort that, but he knows I'm not going to do a complete 180 degree change in a few days, or even a few weeks. He's not crazy. He's just set in his ideas, even if they are wrong. I'm going back to his manor every weekend, with Draco. But the rest of the time I'm free to spend with you guys. You're still my best friends. Nothing is going to change that." Hermione stood up and grabbed both the boys in a hug. Ron immediately wrapped his arms around her. Harry hesitated a moment, then he pulled her to him.
Harry pulled back. "Are you crying?" He pulled Hermione's face up. Tears silently fell from her eyes. "Why are you crying?" Ron let go and sat back down.
"I was so afraid you guys would hate me. It seemed like you did at first. I'm just really happy, that's all."
Ron looked up at her. "'Mione, we'd never leave you. We're the Golden Trio. Golden Duo just doesn't sound the same." She smiled at him.
"I need to get back to my room. I'm sure Draco is tired of standing there." She looked up at him and he glared down at her. "Besides, I need to get ready for classes. We have potions in 20 minutes. I don't know what I have after that," Hermione said.
"What do you mean you don't know what you have next. You memorized our schedule as soon as we got it. We have DADA after potions," Ron said.
"Well, Gryffindors have DADA. But I'm not a Gryffindor anymore. Dumbledore transferred me to Slytherin." Ron's eyes practically jumped out of his head, while Harry only sat and started as though he was trying to process exactly what she said. "Voldemort requested it, and having Draco around will make it easier for me to adjust to my new lifestyle."
It was silent for a minute, then Harry spoke. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You are technically the heir of Slytherin. How did you get sorted into Gryffindor in the first place?"
"I asked the hat to put me in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. I heard people on the train saying that Gryffindor is the best house, but Ravenclaw is where the smartest witches and wizard are placed. The hat wanted to put my in Slytherin, but I threatened to cut him into little pieces. I heard the same girls say that Slytherin is where the Dark witches and Wizards are placed. But we need to go get ready for classes. I'll see you guess in Snape's room, okay?" The boys nodded, then stood and left the library. Hermione stepped up next to Draco.
"Such a lovely reunion. It almost made me sick. The group, that was overwhelming. Really, I swear I practically cried too," Draco said.
"Oh shut up, I don't want to hear anything out of you. You're the one that insisted to stand and watch the whole thing."
"I was following orders. I didn't enjoy that, trust me."
"Really, I thought you were enthralled by the show," her sarcasm was present.
"Mya, I think you *have* been around me to long. My attitude seems to be leaking into."
"Maybe, but who says that's a bad thing?" She slipped her hand into his, and he entwined their fingers. They received many stares on their walk back to their rooms.
Another A/N: Well, there's the new chapter. I hope you all like it! Please, please REVIEW!