"Wait." Draco grabbed her arm.
"What?" He thought for a moment. What was he going to say? Why did he stop her from leaving?
Shaking his head he answered, "Forget it." Draco and Hermione spent most of Sunday figuring out what their cover story should be.
"Do you honestly want people thinking that we are related?" Hermione asked him.
"No, but that's the best way. We can say our parents died, or something, and then we came to live here. It's perfect."
"Okay. But what will we say when they ask where we went to school." It wasn't like they could just tell people about Hogwarts.
"We didn't, we had tutors come to the house."
Hermione smiled, He's pretty good at this. "I think this will work, except for the obvious lack of similarities between us."
"What are you on about?"
"Well we look nothing alike. You have this pasty complexion and light, sleek hair. I have a darker complexion and big, bushy, dark hair. Oh yeah, not to mention that we are the same age. How will we explain that?" Take that mister smarty pants!
"First of all, PASTY, who are you calling pasty? And second of all the other problem is easy, we have different mothers." He said matter-of-factly. Hermione stared blankly at him, failing to realize how that statement helped them.
"Care to explain?"
"See your mom didn't want you so she left you on our doorstep. Then my loving parents" Hermione snorted, "adopted you."
She didn't like the idea of the whole "left my baby on a doorstep" thing. "How about we're cousins or something."
"Then how will we explain why we are living together, Granger? They'll think its some kind of distorted love affair."
Hermione sighed, "You're right." Another thought struck her, "You can't call me Granger anymore."
"Why not?"
"Because it would look weird if you called your sister Granger, you have to call me Hermione." This also meant that she would have to call him Draco. Ugh. She cringed visibly at the thought. "I'm going to bed."
"You do know that's its only 6 o'clock right?" Hermione ignored him and headed straight for her room.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! Hermione rolled over and slapped the alarm clock off. The first day of muggle school. The thought scared her but also excited her. I haven't been to a muggle school in about 7 years. After a quick shower and about a gallon of anti-frizz serum Hermione changed into a pair of denim hip huggers and a black tank top. Grabbing a jacket she made her way to the kitchen. She looked down at her watch, 7:30, thirty minutes until she and Draco had to meet with the headmaster. I wonder where Mal-Draco is. Just then a very sleepy and very under dressed Draco walked through the door.
"What's for breakfast?"
"You do realize that you have less then thirty minutes to get dressed and ready to go."
Draco gasped. "We start today?" Hermione nodded. "Oh no." She couldn't suppress a giggle as she watched him race around the suite trying desperately to look good but be quick. He succeeded in under fifteen minutes. Quietly they made their way down to the lobby, each lost in their own thoughts. Draco worried about what would happen if he slipped up and accidentally mentioned anything magical and Hermione worried that she would fail her classes because she obviously didn't know what they would be studying.
"Do you think it will matter if we fail or not?" Hermione finally broke the silence.
"It better not, I'm still trying to figure out how to use the tellovision."
"Television." She corrected.
"You know what I mean. Anyways, if I can't even use that how am I supposed to pass a muggle class?"
"Good point." The rest of the walk was silent. A big stone building came into view. Large archways and green plants covered the place. Hundreds of teenagers racing around, talking with their friends. More like Hogwarts than either had expected. Hermione noticed that almost every girl within a five mile radius had her eyes on Draco; he seemed to have noticed also.
"I think this is a wonderful place." He murmured as a dark skinned girl winked at him. Hermione snorted and pulled her sweater closer, more out of nervousness then anything else.
"We need to meet with the Headmaster. Where do you think his office is?" She turned as if looking for something.
"Well I'm betting there isn't a sign pointing it out," he said, guessing correctly what she was looking for, "so let's ask someone." Hermione didn't really like the idea of asking someone but what choice did she have.
Sighing she said, "Okay." Draco smiled and made his way toward a tall, golden haired girl. "Excuse me?" The girl turned around at the sound of his voice, her blue eyes raking his body.
"Yes?" she asked her voice warm and soft. Hermione suddenly realized how inadequate she felt compared to this girl. Herhair was shiny and straight, expect at the bottom where it formed small curls. She wore jeans that were tight in all the right places and an off the shoulders red top. The bracelet on her right hand matched the diamond earrings and necklace she had on. She must be rich.
"We were wondering if you could show us to the headmaster's office."
The girl smiled, oh great perfect teeth too! "Sure, follow me." Draco obeyed, immediately racing to the girl's side. Hermione stayed a few feet back, taking in her surroundings. "My name's Heather, by the way."
I hate the name Heather. "I'm Draco and that" he jabbed a thumb at Hermione, "is my sister Hermione." Heather gave a small wave that Hermione didn't return.
"Either she looks older than she is or you do because you guys look about the same age and that isn't possible." Draco explained to her about their mothers. "Oh, interesting. So why are you guys here?"
"Our parents died." Hermione spoke up for the first time.
Heathers eyes widened in shock, "I'm so sorry." Draco shrugged and Hermione rolled her eyes. Like I'm going to believe that. There was an awkward silence until they reached their destination. "Well here you are. If you need anything just let me know okay?"
Draco nodded, "Thanks." Hermione watched in disgust as Draco watched Heather walk away. "I like her."
"I couldn't tell," she replied sarcastically. Their meeting with the headmaster went by fairly quickly and before they knew it they were being sent to room 18 for their first lesson.
