Hello! Yeah this chapter took a pretty long time to finish but it's finally here. So… TA DA!
Chapter Two: Coming to my Senses
"This… this is just Harry and Ron playing a joke on me."
She tried to reason with herself. But not even Fred and George, the prank kings could pull something like this off.
Stumbling into the bathroom, she made her way to the sink and placed her hands on both sides.
As she looked in the mirror, she stepped back a little, surprised at how she different she looked.
Her skin was darker, hair not as unruly as it usually was (probably with the help of the hair supplies scattered on top of the counter), and what surprised her the most, was that her eyes were heavily lined with a messy black substance.
She had seen Lavender and Parvati do this many times in the girl's bathroom in between classes. It made their eyes look humungous and in her case, very alien like.
"Maybe a shower would help…"
After undressing herself, she began to rummage through the many shampoos, conditioners and soaps, which filled up all the shower racks.
Finally, she managed to find a suitable product and squeezed a generous amount into her palm.
As she shampooed her hair, she began to think…
"Okay, so obviously this isn't a dream because I don't remember dreams being this real…""Well if it isn't a dream then how are my room and clothes Slytherin supporting?"
"Don't ask me!"
"What am I supposed to do? This is all screwed up! I don't remember wearing eyeliner, or having so many hair supplies and makeup everywhere and being a Slytherin!"
"There's only one person you can talk to,"
"Which is?"
"Dumbledore. He'll know what's going on,"
"But what if this alternative reality doesn't have Dumbledore in it?"
"It's worth a try,"
"Fine. But what day is it? Because I don't plan on missing any classes,"
"How can you still care about that?"
"Alternate reality or not, Hermione Granger never misses her classes."
She turned off the water, stepped out of the shower stall and began to dry off quickly. Looking at the bathroom clock, it was 6:45 and she didn't have much time till her lessons started.
Pulling on a clean pair of socks, her school skirt (which seemed quite a bit shorter than her Gryffindor ones), and her white button down tee-shirt, she headed for the staircase to the common room.
As she pushed the door open, a familiar voice greeted her.
"Good morning, darling."
She gawked at the figure standing at the end of the staircase.
The voice belonged to Draco Malfoy.
Instead of the disgusted face he usually made at her, his eyes were softer and a wide grin was placed upon his attractive face.
Even Hermione had to admit that he looked a million times better when he was happy.
But getting back to our situation…
"Uh…"
She couldn't find anything to say. What was she supposed to say anyways?
"Well don't just stand there! Aren't you going to give me a kiss?"
"So… what have you been smoking?"
"W-well… er… I have to see Dumbledore now."
His grin dropped and turned into a frown.
For a moment, Hermione thought she would see him make that familiar face of disgust at her, but it turned into a pouty expression.
"No kiss then?"
"I really have to go now."
She slipped past him, but not before he grabbed her hand and pulled her into a tight hug.
Surprisingly, he smelled quite nice. Like a beautiful autumn day back at home…
She sighed, catching herself quickly, but it did not go unnoticed.
He smirked happily and let her go from his embrace.
She continued towards the portrait hole and then disappeared down the corridor.
Minutes later, she found herself standing outside the entrance to Dumbledore's office.
Thankfully, its location hadn't changed.
"But what's the password…?"
Just as she was about to recite strange names and words randomly, the gargoyles jumped aside and Professor Dumbledore stepped off the moving staircase.
"Good morning Miss Granger," he said happily.
"Professor, I need to talk to you about something,"
"And what would that be?"
"Well… why am I a Slytherin?"
"You've always been, let's say, upset about something nobody could ever decipher,"
"But I was only upset for half fifteen minutes! How could that change my whole future?"
"Pardon?"
"Dumbledore, this is all screwed up! I'm supposed to be in Gryffindor, NOT Slytherin!"
"I do believe that Sorting had never makes mistakes Miss Granger,"
"No, you don't understand. I went back into the past and was upset so when I came back to the present, it changed my whole life!"
"May I ask what you used to do this?"
"This… crap."
She had pulled the time turner from out of her shirt, revealing that the clock face had been cracked and wasn't moving at all.
"It's broken now! How am I going to get back?"
"Calm down, Miss Granger. I'm sure I can find you another,"
"Oh, please will you hurry Dumbledore?"
"I'll try my best."
And he strode down the corridor, his purple robes billowing behind him as he swiftly walked off to who knows where.
Breathing in deeply, she tried to calm herself down. This could be an oppourtunity for her. To see what life would be like if she had been sorted into Slytherin.
Maybe she'd even have enough time for a quick bite of breakfast.
The walk to the Great Hall was no different than any other. Even though she did get terrified looks from several younger students. She tried to smile but that only made them run away screaming.
The four house tables were the same too. There wasn't even a student out of place. Completely forgetting about how she was now in Slytherin, she made her way to the Gryffindor table and was about to take a seat next to a bewildered Ron and a questioning Harry when she heard someone call her name.
"Hermie!"
She turned around to see none other than Pansy Parkinson waving her over at the Slytherin table.
Realizing she had almost sat down at the wrong table, she hurried over reluctantly to where Pansy sat next to Blaise and giggling group of her friends.
"Er… Hello," she said.
"For a moment there, we thought you were going to sit down next to Potter and Weasley!"
Her friends all erupted into giggles and shrill laughs.
She stared at them. Of course Lavender and Parvati had giggled uncontrollably when they were looking at magazines in the dormitory but they're giggles were just unbareable.
"I think Potter's hot." The giggling stopped as everyone turned to stare at the girl who had just spoken.
She had straight, long black hair and brilliant green eyes, which stuck out against her fair skin.
"What the hell are you talking about, Natasha?" Pansy shrieked.
"You, and everyone else knows it Pansy,"
"Slytherin's never think Gryffindors are hot,"
"Then why have I found photos of him with hearts drawn around his face under your mattress?"
Pansy blushed furiously as her friends stared open-mouthed at her.
"Those were Millicent's!" Pansy shrieked once more.
"You liar Pansy!" Millicent yelled from across the table.
"Will you all just shut the bloody hell up, please?"
The noise at the Slytherin table stopped and everyone turned to look over at Natasha.
"Hermione has been standing here the whole time without a seat. Blaise, scoot over."
He graciously shifted over to make room for her and smiled as she slid cautiously in next to him.
"Haven't seen you lately Hermione. What you been up to? Hiding from Draco?" He snickered.
She didn't know what to say. Here was Blaise Zabini acting like they had been friends forever when normally he would ignore her and just laugh mindlessly along with Malfoy's jokes.
"Oh… well I'm doing good Za-Blaise."
He smiled again.
"That's good to hear. You know, he really does like you a lot,"
"Who?"
"Draco!"
"Oh… er him… right,"
"Yep. He's been in love with you since forever,"
"Care to refresh my memory on that then?"
"You really are the most forgetful person on the planet,"
"Just tell me Z-Blaise, please?"
"Okay. Fine, but that means you have to come with me to the library tonight to study,"
"Deal,"
Hermione found it uncanny how it was so easy to talk to Blaise. Maybe they had been friends since forever. He reminded her of Harry in more of an upbeat way. He knew everything.
He proceeded in telling her the story of why Draco was madly in love with her.
He explained to her that once she was sorted into Slytherin, he was in love. In every class he'd try to sit next to her and she would either slap him or simply ignore him for a week. But he never gave up. For six years he had been in love with her and still was to this day.
This news stunned Hermione. Draco Malfoy was in love with her.
She began asking Blaise question after question.
"Who did I go to the Yule Ball with?"
"You went with some guy who was friends with that bloke Krum… he was rather odd."
"Wait. I didn't go with Viktor?"
"Hell no. He went alone."
That didn't make sense. She met Viktor in the library…
Later that day Hermione figured out why she hadn't gone to the Yule Ball with Viktor.
She had gotten back her Transfiguration essay and had scored even lower than Neville Longbottom could have.
It made sense now. She was a bad student. She didn't care about grades. So she never visited the library to study. That's why Blaise made that deal with her and that's why Viktor never met her.
That night, as she looked into the bathroom mirror, she decided that some things needed to be changed.
There was no telling how long it would take Dumbledore to find that time turner so she'd have to make the best of her already screwed up life.
Over the next couple of days, she learned more and more about this different life.
She didn't care about her classes. She was mean to everyone else who wasn't a Slytherin. She'd die without make up and hair care products. She was even friends with Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. But the thing that got her the most was that it was like her best friends Ron and Harry weren't even there anymore.
Well that's the end of chapter Chapter Two. Nothing really happened except that she's found out what the "different" her is like. Hope you guys enjoyed it and I'll put up another chapter once I finish Chapter Eight for my other story.