Chapter 3: A Great Surprise
It was just after the Sorting Hat and Hermione wasn't feeling very patriotic towards the Gryffindor house, so she left the Great Hall before the feast and headed for the dorms. As she was walking toward what she thought was the Gryffindor house, she looked up from her book, and saw that she was saying the password of the Gryffindor house to the port to the Slytherin house. The door of the Slytherin commons opened and Draco stepped out. He smiled at Hermione and said, "So did you come to find me and apologize?" Hermione stared at him, "No, of course not! I was just on my way to the Gryffindor tower… I might have gotten a little lost though…" Draco smirked and grabbed her hand, "Sure mud-- sorry -- 'Mione… Umm aren't suppose to be in the Great Hall waiting to take the little people back to our house, so they don't die and stuff?" Hermione agreed with Draco for once and started one way down the corridor, and Draco whistled and pointed in the other direction. "Hey 'Mione! The Great Hall is this way!" As they were walking towards the Great Hall Hermione asked Malfoy a question, "Since when have you called me by Ron's pet name for me 'Mione?" Malfoy just smirked and said, "Oh he already took it? I guess I'll have to steal it from him!"
Ron and Hermione were walking back to the Gryffindor common room, and at the place where is splits to the upper rooms and dungeons. Unknowingly, Hermione split away from Ron and headed towards the Slytherin corridor. She looked up and saw Draco, someone she had secretly wished to see. Then she realized that she was in the Slytherin halls, and she turned around and headed towards the Headmaster's office. Just as she turned, Draco looked up just fast enough to see her. He whispered in a hopeful voice, "Hermione? 'Mione?"
She was running up the corridor and was thinking, 'No, it can't be.' 'The Hat said that it might never even happen.' She had remembered that the Sorting Hat told her that one day her true love would be one of her worst enemies. The Sorting Hat said she would involuntarily go to him. If she doesn't change herself to follow with him and his ways, both would be in misery for an unnaturally long life and you would beg for death before the end. As she reached the Headmaster's office, she knew what she had to do. She marched up to the Gryffindor and yelled, "Move you giant stone piece of old lemon sherbet pie!" Surprisingly enough, the Gryffindor jumped to life faster then usual. She scaled the winding stairs and fiercely said, "Professor Dumbledore, I need the Sorting Hat and I need it NOW!" Professor Dumbledore looked up at Hermione from his book, startled by her fierceness. "Now Miss Granger," he said in a slow, calm, smooth voice, "why such the rush? I didn't forget to sort a first year, did I?" "No Headmaster," she spat, "that's not it --" Dumbledore held his hand up and cut off her words. "So Hermione your time has come to see if you truly belong with him -- your enemy of enemies." Hermione looked at him in shock. How did he know, for she hadn't told a soul, hoping it would go away. "Yes, yes Hermione, I know what the hat told you your first year, as I know what it told everyone else. I know because I have been told by none other then the Sorting Hat himself." Hermione stared at the headmaster and then walked over to the Sorting Hat and said to it, "How do you know so much about us, our future, -- our lives -- just by being placed on our head? The only reason why I came here was because of what you told me in my first year. Is it true, is my fate with Draco?" The Hat nodded towards Dumbledore, and he nodded back. "Hermione, here is your test; put me on and fulfill your life, or if you disincline to, put me on, and don't find your house, a new one, or the same, you will live a useless and miserable life. Now I would hate to see that happen to such a bright young witch." Hermione through a sneer at Dumbledore and then she realized that she had changed. She was once in love with Ron and Harry, and was great friends with Hagrid and the headmaster, but now she is not one of those things. She had changed mentally to a different side and would now join them to complete the beginning of her destiny. She lifted up the Hat and gave it one last sneer before she begin to place it on her head. Even before it was on her head, she heard it scream, "Slytherin!!" Hermione sighed a sigh of relief. She now knew her destiny was with Malfoy, whom she had grown to like -- maybe even love. Dumbledore had Draco come up to his office for help with the newest Slytherin. When Draco arrived, Hermione was out of site, changing into her Slytherin garbs. She overheard Dumbledore talking to Malfoy. "I have a relatively new student who I presume you will be with much of the year. She is the girl whom I have chosen to be the girl prefect in you house, for I don't believe your house has one correct?" Malfoy smirked, 'Good' he thought, 'Now I have another girl that wants to make-out with me that I'm going to have to deal with.' "Yes professor, that is right, we don't have a bloody girl prefect in Slytherin, and when can I see this "new girl"? " Dumbledore smiled and said, "Just as soon as she's ready…" Malfoy impatiently started tapping his foot, and wondering 'Is she hot?' 'When is she going to get out here?.' He looked up when he heard the clicking of boots on the stone, and he saw a the foot of a knee high leather boot. He looked up and saw her; it was Hermione. She was dressed in a micro-mini school girl skirt, a solid green top, a loosely tied silver tie, her knee high black leather boots, and a hunter green Slytherin cloak. All that came out of Draco's mouth was, "Wow…"