First of all, I owe a huge apology to all the readers. Chapter two was either missing a part or totally screwed (it was messed up by my formatting on the site) and I wasn't at home to fix it. I removed the chapter and replaced it by the (hopefully) full version. Please go and re-read it; you may have missed something important (I'm not quite sure yet).
Secondly, I would like to thank the reviewer who made me realize my mistake, lovz-of-sweet. You were brutally honest with me, (something I find very hard to do) and I've never had a bad review before. I was so confused about this that I went and read the chapter, and lo and behold it was screwed up! Hopefully, my writing isn't messed up and you don't still think I can't write. Thanks for reviewing, though, it was so unbelievably helpful!
Thanks to the people who have already reviewed my massively wrong chapter two; dracos-girl-4evr, Lemonpeppachikn, spychick989, and oreo69not96.
"Hermione, this news is going to be quite shocking to you, and all I ask is for all of you to hear me out before replying." The old man lowered his eyes before starting his long story.
"Years ago, when you were born Harry, you were born as a twin. Hermione, you are Harry's twin sister. Voldemort did not know you had a twin when you were attacked, so he only killed you. Had he known, he would've killed her too. We found her in the rubble, and we knew that if he didn't know she existed, we could safely place her in another home and he wouldn't go looking for her. We would've told you earlier, but with Voldemort around, it would've endangered her. I couldn't take that risk.
"We took you to the house of a married Squib couple, the Grangers. They took you in, and thus I was able to keep a close watch on you throughout your years. We didn't want you to get caught, and because you two are identical twins, we couldn't take the risk that someone would recognize you. I put a long standing charm on you to change your appearance. We made you look totally different than Harry, so no one would get suspicious.
"It was hard to watch you grow up without Harry, but when you came to Hogwarts and became great friends, I knew you'd be alright.
"The Dursleys, or at least Petunia, knew you existed. I told her that she wasn't to mention you to Harry ever, as it could help Voldemort. Though a muggle, she knew what that meant, and kept her promise.
"I'm sorry, Hermione, to only tell you this now. This seems unfair, but Voldemort would've hurt you to get to Harry, and I couldn't have either of you getting hurt. I'm sorry." He lowered his eyes and waited for the three to get angry.
"Professor, don't be sorry. I completely understand why you did what you did, and I'm quite thankful. I would've done the same thing, if it saved Harry." Hermione smiled at the old man, who smiled back.
"Yeah, it makes sense. It wasn't that bad, I mean, we know now." Harry smiled too, then looked at Ron.
"Well, this may seem kind of minor, but when do we get to see the real Hermione?" Ron began to blush but stopped at Dumbledore's next comment.
"Soon, Ron. I have to tell you, as well, that because Sirius died and he was your godfather, you both inherit the Black family fortune." Ron nearly fell out of his seat; Hermione gasped, and Harry's eyes opened widely.
"You mean, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place is ours?" Harry asked, slightly dumbstruck.
"Yes, Harry, it is. Well, I don't want to keep you here long, so I'll change you back now, Hermione." Dumbledore stood up, muttered a spell, and suddenly Hermione was changing.
Her shoulder length, brown, curly hair changed to waist length, black and straight. Her once brown eyes changed to the came emerald green as Harry's, twinkling with little silver sparkles. She grew four inches to be five foot eight, and her body began to change. Her once pudgy stomach grew into a muscled four pack; her once small chest grew to a C-cup. Her legs grew longer and thinner and her nails grew out longer. She suddenly had the appearance of a model, and after years of being plain she smiled widely.
"Your uniform and robes won't fit you now, except for any muggle clothing you have. It will have transfigured with you to your new size. The next Hogsmeade weekend is in two weeks, so see if you can't get there yourself first." He winked at her then lead them out and into the hallway, where they sped off to their rooms.
Hermione changed into muggle clothing – a pair of tight hip hugger jeans and a pale pink lace top that hung off her shoulders with a pair of matching thong sandals – before heading down to the Great Hall.
As she walked in, the entire room turned to see her. Jaws dropped and whispers could be heard as she sat down at the Gryffindor table. After explaining things to Ginny and the rest of the Gryffindors, a large tawny owl swooped down with a letter attached to its leg for Hermione. She untied the parchment and read the letter to herself before giving it to Harry, Ron and Ginny.
"Hermione,
We're so proud of you. Though we may not be your real parents, we love you like you're ours. We hope that you still love us, and that you won't forget us. No matter if you're ours or not, you're still our daughter, and we'll love you always.
Love, Mum and Dad"
A second owl swooped down bearing another letter. As Hermione read this letter, tears began to form in her eyes.
"Hermione,
Dumbledore told us about how you're Harry's twin sister. We can't wait to see your new look, we hope it isn't too grown up. (Arthur's worried about the boys chasing you and asking you on dates. He's just caring, that's all.) We'd love to have all of you at the Burrow for Christmas, but we'd like it even more if your parents could come. Just a bit of advance warning, dear. We're sorry you couldn't know sooner, but we hope you aren't mad at Dumbledore for waiting. He had a good reason. See you soon, dear.
Love, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley
P.S. Hermione, if you look really great (which we're sure you do!) we'll fight off the guys for you. Nothing like a few pranks to get a boy off your trail, just ask Ginny. Love, Fred and George"
"Ginny, they've played pranks on the guys you like?" Hermione asked curiously after they'd read the letter.
"Nope, only the ones who like me but I didn't like them. It was funny, really, when they put all these firecrackers in this one Hufflepuff's room. He was really scared! He never talked to me after that, thank Merlin." Ginny laughed and smiled at the memory before digging into her dinner.
They all ate silently for the rest of the night before Hermione left and went up to her dormitory. She was lying on the couch just looking at the fireplace when Malfoy walked in.
"What're you doing in here? This is the Heads Dormitory, get out, you aren't Head Girl!" Malfoy exclaimed. Evidently, he hadn't heard the news of Hermione's transformation yet.
"Why, of course I am, I'm Hermione Gran- er, Potter. Didn't you hear?" Hermione sat upright and patted the seat beside her. "Come, sit, I'll tell you all about it."
So she relayed the entire story to him, about everything she knew.
"So you're Potter's twin, and you're a halfblood?" His eyes were open in astonishment.
"Yeah, I am. It was a shock, but I must say, I like the change of body." She let out a nervous giggle and missed Malfoy's little comment, "So do I."
"Well, then, since you are a pureblood, there is something I must do." He smiled and stood up, then got down on one knee and lowered his head.
"Hermione Potter, I am deeply sorry for all the times I called you a mudblood. Upon the honor of the Malfoy family, I apologize." He stood up and waited for her reply.
"Wow, Malfoy, that was very nice of you. I accept, Draco Malfoy, upon the honor of the Potters." She let out a laugh and the two just stared at each other. He turned around and began to walk to his room.
"I'm going to bed. I'll see you tomorrow, Potter." He walked through his door and closed it behind him, flopping down on the bed and changing. 'Damn, she's hot!' he thought, before drifting off into sleep.
"Good night, Malfoy." Hermione went to her room and changed as well before heading to bed.