Pseudo Cinderella and the Slytherin Prince
Chapter 2 Pureblood Fairy Princess
Hermione's POV
It was what should have been the most miserable night of my life. Although I must say, I was looking pretty hot. But the fact is, I was about to go to a pureblood party. ME! Of all people! Of course, now that I actually am one of them, I guess it's sort of a priority. The thing is, however, that the party is a costume party. Why someone would throw a costume party at the end of summer is beyond me. Anyway, when I learned I had to come up with a costume, my first thought was Cinderella, since the story sort of fits with the happenings of the last few days. Meaning, me going from a "mudblood" to a pureblood. But then my second thought was, "these people are going to recognize me!" So that explains my wonderful mask. It's like a Renaissance-styled mask. It's black with pink and blue feathers and silver sparkles that match my dress. The dress is definitely a Cinderella -inspired dress; all babyblue silk with sillver sparkles on the skirt, with a charm (that I placed myself) on it so that it shimmers and sparkles even more when I move. It's entrancing, really. And then I have on my strappy silver stilettos. I won't lie, I feel like a princess. Who wouldn't?
"Hermione! We're going to be late!" Mum calls from downstairs. I finish applying my makeup, which I don't really wear that often, and grab my matching handbag. Of course everything matches. And thank Merlin for magic. Well, that would sort of make sense, wouldn't it? It only took about half an hour to do my hair. And that was a normally tedious process of straightening my wavy, waist-length hair, and then piling it on top of my head in small ringlets. Not that anyone's actually interested in what I look like.
"Hermione! Hurry up!" Great. My father's getting involved in this now. So I run down the stairs, almost crashing into my mum.
"So, are we flooing or driving?" Though I doubt a rich pureblood family would own a driveway.
"We're driving. We have no floo powder." My father replied.
"Oh." I just walked idly along to the car. But to my surprise, it wasn't in the driveway. In its place was a silver "LIMO! WE"RE TAKING A LIMO?" I couldn't contain my enthusiasm. "Wait - Where are we going, exactly?" I asked my mother.
"To Zabini manor. Why? Don't you know the young man hosting the party?" Oh, HELL no.
"Zabini? You mean BLAISE Zabini?" The 'wangtsa?'
"Of course dear. You apparently do know him. What's the matter?" Oh nothing, mother, it's just that he's the best friend of MY WORST ENEMY!
"But-but that means Draco Malfoy will be there." Crap. PANIC ATTACK! PANIC ATTACK! HYPERVENTILATION IN 5, 4, 3, 2, -
"Of course, Hermione, the Malfoys are the most honored pureblood family in all of Europe." My father interrupts my near mental breakdown. He OBVIOUSLY hasn't made the connection that the heir of the "most honored pureblood family in all of Europe" is the sworn enemy of my best friends and I.
"Um, Dad, who exactly is going to be at this party?" because if this is all Slytherins, then I'm going to scream.
"Why, the children of all of the pureblood families in England, with the exception of a couple clans."He didn't have to turn away and clear his throat slightly for me to know he was talking about the Weasleys and the Longbottoms. Even if my parents didn't know who all my enemies were, they made sure to identify all of my friends.
"So, then, does that mean Pansy Parkinson will be there?"
"Yes." Crap. That stupid pug-faced snob. I'd use a different word to describe her but hey, I have my morals.
"And Millicent Bulstrode?"
"Yes," Great.
"Crabbe and Goyle, I suppose, as well?"
"If you mean Vincent and Gregory, then yes. They will be there as well.Wonderful boys." 'Wonderful boys?' Crabbe and Goyle? Right. But of course they would be there. Where would Malfoy be seen without his lackies? Well, hopefully no one will recognize me. I let out a sigh as I sit down in the limo. As I roll my eyes upward, I realize that there are sparkling lights that change color in the ceiling. That's pretty fancy.
"Daddy, where exactly did all this money suddenly come from? I mean, first mum says I can go all-out on my costume for this party, and now we're riding in a limo that I'm sure is a very fancy,and thus very expensive one at that. And did I hear some talk about house elves?" If we get house elves, even one, I will NOT be held responsible for my actions.
My mother let out a slightly nervous sigh before saying the unthinkable: "Well, now that it's out in the open that we're a pureblood family, your father and I decided that it was appropriate that we start acting more like a pureblood family. So, we've brought out the money we inherited from our families that we started saving when we decided to live like muggles. As for the house elves, no we're not getting them." Phew! "That is, not until we move." MOVE! WHAT MOVE? I DON'T WANT TO MOVE!
"WE'RE MOVING?" I couldn't help jumping up in rage and disbelief.
"Shh! Hermione, calm down. Yes, we're moving but not for a while. Probably just after Christmas." Well, at least I'll get to spend one more holiday in the house I grew up in. Oh great. I'm going to a party with my most disliked peers and I'm on the verge of crying! I concentrate on keeping my composure. I don't want to make a fool of myself in front my new "friends." Mum and dad already explained that I have to act as if I actually like these people. As if that would ever happen. How am I supposed to change so suddenly the people who I have despised and despised me right back for the past six years into my new best friends? Oh my gosh, and what about Harry and Ron? WHY, if I'm actually a pureblood, did the Sorting Hat put me into Gryffindor instead of Slytherin?
"Er, Hermione, we're here." My father so rudely interrupts my angry thoughts.
"Now be nice, dear. And have fun!" Heh. Please.
"Of course, mum!" I hug my parents goodbye as I set off for the front door of Zabini Manor. Ugh, it even sounds creepy in my head.
Woah. This place is HUGE. I mean, well of course it is. As I walk through the main entrance, a house elf guides me to the ball room. I decide against trying to convince it that freedom is much better than being a slave for a bunch of humans, as that wouldn't go over to well with my new "crowd."He brings me to a fancy, sculptured doorway.
"The bedrooms are on the third floor, by the way, miss." I don't have time to ask the elf what he was talking about, because he was gone before I knew it. Bedrooms? This isn't a sleep-over is it? Why in the world would Blaise Zabini – oh. I get it. Bedrooms. With beds in them. Honestly, Hermione, how can you be so naïve? It's not like you're still a virgin. You're 17, for Merlin's sake! Oh well. I take a deep breath, to calm my hand, which is already shaking. I take a step toward the ballroom entrance, which I now notice is continued by a flowing staircase. Ha! How perfectly do I fit in here? (ie: the Cinderella dress) As I make to descend the staircase, something catches my eye: all of my most disliked peers.
Okay, sort of a boring chapter. By the way, who can guess who 'Mione lost her virginity to? Of course, there's no real clues (at least not yet) because this is the storline I have in my head. But go ahead and guess anyway! Because the first person to guess right might get to contribute to the story...and one guess per reviewer, okay? But thatnks for reading, if you took the time!