Too Late
Chapter 4
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A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to update, ill try and make it a good chapter. If you have any ideas for the story put them in your review.
Hermione opened her eyes only to see a gray sky and rain clouds. 'Well, I suppose it fits my mood.' She thought miserably. As she got up from her bed, her eyes widened at her room. Instead of the Gryffindor Red and Gold, there was Slytherin Green and Silver.
"Well it only makes sense, ugh, I don't want to get up." Hermione said to herself.
"Talking to yourself now Hermione?" A voice came from her doorway.
"Yes Draco."
"Why?"
"Because I've gone insane." She said with a dramatic sigh.
"Oh? And how is that?" he replied sarcastically.
"Because I've found out that I was adopted, I was switched to Slytherin, of all the houses, and, I'm betrothed to you."
"Being in Slytherin isn't all that bad, especially with your surname, and being betrothed to me isn't all bad. I mean look at me. I'm exceptionally good looking, charming, smart, and rich."
"One, yes you're good looking, two, you are somewhat charming, three, you're smart but not smarter than me, and four, I'm rich too." She said smartly.
"Well you just ruined the mood."
"What mood?"
"My bragging mood of course. You just lowered my self-esteem a lot. So now I'm going to find someone else to tell me that I'm all the things that I listed. See you at breakfast." Draco walked out her room, leaving Hermione shaking her head.
As Hermione walked into the Great Hall, it became very silent. She quickly walked over to the Slytherin table and sat next to Draco. Everyone in the hall turned to get a look at Hermione. It was Draco that finally told everyone to go back to eating. Hermione kept her head down while she ate, ignoring the stares of the other Slytherins. After finishing eating, the Gryffindors and Slytherins left for a double Potion's lesson, as the Huffelpuffs and Ravenclaws went to Care of Magical Creatures.
As she walked by Harry and Ron in potions to sit in her old seat, Ron blocked her path.
"Go sit with the other traitors." He said with a sneer.
"Why can't I sit here?" She asked confused, hoping that they would forget that she was in Slytherin and treat her as the same old Hermione.
"Because you're in Slytherin, Van Tassel. Now go away." Hermione turned away with tears in her eyes. As she walked towards Draco, he stood up. She stopped, waiting for him to tell her to sit somewhere else. Instead he did the opposite.
"Hermione, come sit here," Draco looked to Harry and Ron with disgust in his eyes. "How can you push her away? She's been your friend since first year, and now, because she has a new last name and is in Slytherin you turn her away? Some friends you were." Draco sat down.
"What would you know about friends, Malfoy?" Harry provoked.
"Obviously more than you."
"Your only friends are your body guards, and that slut that hangs all over you."
"At least my friends would't care if I was switched into a different house, especially when it wasn't my choice to be switched."
"They only hang out with you cause your father is a death eater-" the classroom door slammed open interrupting Harry.
"10 points from Gryffindor for being loud." Snape said as he walked to his desk.
"For being loud, what kind of excuse is that?" Ron whispered to Harry, but apparently not quiet enough.
"Another 10 points for talking back. Today we will be making The Draught of Living Death. The ingredients are on the board." Snape turned from the class to go back to his desk. Hermione got up and grabbed the ingredients that she needed.
"Ok add ¾ of chopped Asphodel and then half a cup of powdered root of wormwood. Stir counterclockwise for 10 minutes." Hermione told Draco. Draco took the Asphodel and chopped it up into equal parts and put ¾ of it into the cauldron. Then he took the Wormwood, cut off the roots and grinded them up and put them into the boiling potion.
At the end of class, the students put their potion in a vial and handed it in to be tested tomorrow. Hermione grabbed her bag and walked out of the potions room to the Charms classroom. Professor Flitwick climbed up on top of his stack of books and began to speak,
"Today we will be learning about the Evanescence Charm. Can any one tell me about it?"
Without fail, Hermione's hand shot up in the air.
"Yes Miss. Granger?"
"The Evanescence Charm, or Evanesco, makes an object disappear, it's assumed that it only works on objects and not people."
"Very good Miss. Granger. Five points to Gryffindor. Now I want all of you to split into groups of two, grab a couple of pillows and take them back to your desk. The reversing charm is Transpirio." One person from every group got up and grabbed two pillows, walked back to their partners and began practicing the charm.
Hermione walked to the Great Hall alone and began to walk over to the Gryffindor table. Half way there, she stopped and turned around and walked towards the Slytherin table remembering that she was no longer in Gryffindor. She chose a seat at the end of the table and placed a small amount of food on her plate. When she started eating, she felt a presence sit down beside her.
"Why are you sitting over here by yourself?" Hermione looked up from her plate and noticed that it was Draco who had sat beside her.
"Because none of them like me and the only reason they let me sit here before is because I was sitting with you." Hermione pushed her plate away and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Draco asked, thinking he had done something wrong.
"To the common room, to get my stuff for the next class."
"Oh." Hermione walked out of the Hall and up to the Head's Dorm.
"Contra Mundum." She said to the portrait. The ladies in the portrait were a little huffed over having their tea- time interrupted, but let Hermione in with out a scolding. Hermione grabbed her stuff and walked towards the library to grab a book. While she was surveying the shelves, she felt a draft. 'That's odd. There's no window, so there shouldn't be a draft.' She walked away from the shelf and went to the wall. She ran her hands over the wall looking for a break, which could be causing the draft. About half way down the wall she felt a break in the wall. After further inspection, the break in the wall went down to the floor and about half way up the wall. About three feet away from the first break, there was another break in the wall. 'It must be a door.' She looked from a way of opening it. She walked across the space between the hidden door and the bookshelf and started taking books off the shelves. When she came to an old, dusty, big, black book, she stared at it for a few minutes, asking herself if she really wanted to find out what was behind the hidden door. She made up her mind and pulled the book. The door behind her opened and slid behind the actual wall. Hermione cautiously stepped away from the self and walked towards the doorway. Upon stepping inside it, torches lit up on the walls revealing a winding staircase. Hermione took her chances and walked down the staircase.
In Transfiguration Class
"Where's Hermione?" Harry whispered to Ron.
"I don't know. It's not like her to miss a class. Maybe she's in the Hospital Wing." Ron whispered back.
"Maybe, we'll check after class."
Back to Hermione
Hermione looked around the room she was in. It was a large room. From what she could see the walls were covered with old books. And in one corner was a cauldron and shelves of potions ingredients. She grabbed a torch off the wall and look around more. In the center of the room was a fireplace. She took the torch in her hand and lit the wood in the fireplace. In the corner opposite the Desk with the cauldron, sat a small wooden desk and a chair. The desk had papers on it and one that wasn't finished. 'It looks like the person who was writing was interrupted. I wonder who it was.' She thought. She shifted through the papers but found no names, just directions for making potions. She sat down in the chair and opened the first draw. In it was nothing but quills and extra inkwells. She went to the next draw, in it, parchment and envelopes. In the last draw was an old journal. Hermione opened the front cover and examined it. Down at the bottom were the initials T.M.R. 'I wonder who th- Holy Merlin! That's Voldemorts name.' She began to look through it but it was mostly blank. Before she could begin reading the bell signaling the end of classes rang throughout the school. She shut the journal, put out the fire and ran back up the staircase. As she walked through the door, it shut behind her. 'How did I miss classes? I wasn't in there for more than ten minutes. I better go get my work.' Hermione left the library and walked towards the Transfiguration room.
Hermione knocked on the door.
"Come in." Came Professor McGonagall's voice. Hermione pushed open the door and walked towards the desk at which the Professor sat.
"I was wondering if I could get the homework for today, Professor. I wasn't feeling well after lunch, so I decided to lay down before class, but I fell asleep." Hermione said, lying trough her teeth.
"Well, since you weren't feeling well. We read Chapter 12, pages 1-20. The homework is to write a 3 feet essay on the Marshell-Watts Spell. You need to describe why they're famous, how their spell works, and when, where, and why they made it." McGonagall said without looking up from her desk.
"Thank you Professor." Hermione walked out of the room and bumped into Harry and Ron.
"Sorry." Hermione pushed past them to continue on her way. But Harry's hand on her arm made her stop.
"Wait Hermione, we're sorry for what we did. We shouldn't have treated you like we did. We should have known from the beginning that it wasn't your choice to be in Slytherin. So do you forgive us?"
"It'll take sometime, but yes. I have to go up to the Common Room. I'll talk to you two later."
"Wait," this time it was Ron. "How come you weren't in class?"
"I wasn't feeling well so I stayed in my room. I already got the work from McGonagall."
"Ok. See you later Hermione." Hermione walked up the Head's Common Room, and walked up to her room to read the journal she had found.