A/N: Chapter one is up!
Righty well, Hermione is VERY VERY VERY OOC in this story so just a heads up. She's a whole lot more confident and much more comfortable with herself. And she's not a little pansy virgin either. She and Victor were quite active. Some mildly mature content in this chapter, little chickies.
CHAPTER ONE: CHANGES
"You alright, Hermione?"
I was currently sitting in the Great Hall for breakfast with Harry and Ron practically breathing down my neck wondering if I was feeling well. Lately they'd been getting annoying; Harry had been whining about his scar hurting more frequently and Ron had been neglecting to do his school work so I had been stuck with twice as much to do almost every night. I was getting more irritable by the day.
"Herms?"
And that little pet name Ronald has given me really makes me want to punch him in the face.
Since when was I violent? It feels good though. No more weak little know-it-all.
"Merlin, something's wrong with me." I mumbled.
"What was that Herms?"
"Nothing, Ronald!" I almost yelled. I grabbed my bag that was lying on the floor, shoved another piece of toast in my mouth, and picked up my Potions book from the table.
"Hermione!" I heard Harry yell as I stormed off. I growled under my breath.
As I was twenty minutes early to my first class, Potions, I was giving the choice of waiting outside the door and making a quick pit-stop to the Library to drop off a couple of books. I could always drop off the books after class. Besides, I had twenty minutes to study for the Potions test. Might as well.
After about ten minutes of having my face stuffed in my book, I heard someone clear their throat.
I looked up to find Professor Snape looking down at me from the doorway of the classroom.
Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't a horrible teacher at all. In fact, in my opinion, one of the best in the school. And his attitude towards me, the you're-just-as-annoying-as-anyone-else-in-the-class-now-stop-waving-your-hand-in-my-face-you-nilly-of-a-girl attitude, was actually kind of refreshing. Potions was also one of the few subjects I knew little about so it was one of my most interesting classes.
"Sorry I'm early, Professor. Quick breakfast." I said with a small smile closing the book in my lap. He seemed to like it better when I kept my talking short and to the point.
He glanced down and seeing the Potions text in my lap gave me a small half smile, which is very rare for him, and said, "Very well, Ms. Granger. Come take a seat inside since you're already here."
Well, someone's unusually nice today.
Potions past without a blip except for Harry and Ronald freaking out about what happened at breakfast. 'I wanted to go after you and find out what was wrong, but I had a whole plate of food begging to be eaten' came out of Ronald's mouth some time during the one-sided conversation. I just huffed and went back to making my batch of Sleeping Draught. Ronald even had the gull to whisper to Harry, 'D'ya think it's that time of month?'
I almost hexed him.
Surprisingly, there were no Mudblood comments from Malfoy. This is odd, now that I think about it. I usually get a slew of rude names thrown at me sometime during Potions. Must be in a pissy mood.
I now sat in my personal swimming pool sized bath tub in my bathroom. The lighting was dim and the only light came from the candles I had lit and that were scattered around the room. The hot water relaxed my muscles and cleared my head of any thought. The only thing my mind registered was the rose scent of the bath soap and the bubbles popping against my chest. I swished my legs under the water and enjoyed the feeling of the current against them.
I've always liked my legs. They weren't short; they were actually quite long and slim. I didn't have chicken legs, I had muscle, but not to the point where my thighs looked like a body builder's bicep. I've nice calves and almost perfect feet. I had a fear of clowns as a child and part of the reason why was because of their huge feet. So I always kept good care of mine, though I've no idea why big feet on clowns would lead to my perfect feet hygiene.
I was an odd child.
I slipped my leg back under the surface of the water when I heard the common room door slam shut. Malfoy must've gotten back from the Slytherin dorms.
Oh, did I mention we were both Heads? No? Well then….
Deeming myself properly washed, I rose from the warm water and summoned a fluffy red towel. I dried my body and hair and then proceeded with my nightly ritual.
When I was dressed in my new nightwear, a lacy black nightie that covered all that was required, I slipped between the covers of my Gryffindor themed bed. I fell asleep thinking of how much I liked not having to do Ronald's schoolwork. More time for myself…
The next morning I woke up feeling odd. Like I had been plucked from my life and plopped into another. For one, my comforter was no longer gold and burgundy checked but combining swirls of silver and green. Slytherin colors.
What the fuck did Malfoy do to my room last night? I swear to Merlin….
I got out of bed once I realized that the decoration of the whole room had changed. Everything was either green, silver, or black. My school uniform I had laid out the night before was even turned to a Slytherin uniform.
That's it!
"DRACO MALFOY GET YOUR SNAKISH ARSE IN THIS ROOM RIGHT NOW!" My voice was different as well.
Whatever that boy did I'll make sure he'll never be able to reproduce.
I heard a thunk come from the Common Room and feet rushing up the stairs to my room. The door burst open to reveal a dishelved Draco clad in only the uniform pants. He often walks around in a towel when he comes out from his bathroom so this wasn't odd for me at all. Besides, the view of his pale, toned chest wasn't that bad to look at. Neither were his muscled arms or perfect face…
Well aren't you just whorey this fine morning.
I could see the expression of slight fear and annoyance on his face change to first surprise then something akin to lust. Then he took in the interior of my rooms and gave me a quizzical look.
"What the bloody hell did you do, Granger? Or are you even Granger?" He asked crossing is arms and looking me up and down again.
"Of course I'm Hermione Granger! Why the hell would you think otherwise?" This boy has gone completely metal!
"Oh, using language now Granger? That go along with the new look? Or are you just trying to turn into a Slytherin so you can shag me?" He asked with that Malfoy smirk. And from the look on my face I think he figured out that I had no intents to shag him.
"Look in the mirror, Granger," he said pointing towards the vanity against the wall near me.
I walked over, ignoring the fact that I was still in my skimpy nightie and that Draco was staring, and looked in the mirror. I didn't look like Hermione Granger at all.
My bushy honey hair had turned into a sleek waterfall of oil slick black. It reached all the down to my lower back and poured over my shoulders. My face looked like it had rearranged itself.
My lips were fuller and my nose was smaller and straighter. My cheekbones had lifted themselves and all of my baby fat had disappeared. My eyebrows were more defined, darker, and elegantly arched. My eyes had become slightly bigger and they had become a shocking shade of green. They almost reminded me of Harry's eyes, but they were greener then his; the same shade as Avada Kedavra. My body had elongated itself and I was a few inches taller. I looked slimmer but had new curves and a fair amount of muscle. Still toned and not grotesque.
Well this is definitely new.
I had an itch of recognition bothering me in the back of my head but I couldn't quite place it.
Apparently I had been looking in the mirror for a while because Draco had cleared his throat. I turned back to him expecting him to say something but I got was him checking me out.
"What the hell did you do?" I all but yelled at him. He broke out of his stare.
"As much as I wish I would have thought of this, I didn't do a thing." He wasn't lying. It was easy to tell from the plain shock on his face.
I stood tall and straightened my sad excuse for a nightie.
"Well, off you go then."
"Yes, Mother," he huffed and left slamming the door behind him leaving me to stare where his tight little ass was.
Fuck, I am being whorey this morning, aren't I?
Yes well, you woke up in a different body so I think you have an excuse.
And how the fuck did that happen? Most potions take, at the most, 6 hours to kick in and I didn't have anything to eat or drink last night so that's out. I have wards on my room so no one could have snuck in and cast a spell. The only thing that seems plausible is a long term Glamour charm. But as far as I know I've looked like the bucked tooth, bushy hair, pre-pubescent bodied Hermione Granger all of my life so whoever did this it was right after I was born.
Well fuck. That'll just be easy as bloody pie to figure out, won't it?
After trying to turn back all of the contents of my room back to Gryffindor, and failing miserably, I decided the green, silver, and black theme was growing on me and left it like it was for the time being. I ran into a problem when I went to put on my uniform, though. The skirt was a couple inches too short.
Not that I mind, at all. And…
My boobs got fucking bigger.
Well it's not exactly your fault the tailors fitted it to a flat-chested girl, now is it?
True.
Charming my shirt to expand was easy and I was soon ready for the school day. I walked down to the Head's Common room with my black leather bag on my shoulders and carrying my text books.
Draco was lounging on one of the cushy couches in front of the fireplace and sipping a glass of Firewhiskey.
"A little early for alcohol, isn't it Draco?" He turned his head to look at me and did a subtle double take. A smirk soon worked its way onto his lips.
"You look good in Slytherin, Granger."
"I look good in everything, Draco." I said with a smirk of my own.
"I bet you look good in nothing at all." His eyes skimmed down my body.
My smirk grew until it was something akin to a sultry bedroom look. I walked over to where Draco was sitting, put down my things and straddled his thin hips. His face turned from shock to a look of pure coy. His hands crept up my thighs until they rested on my waist and I brought my mouth to his ear.
"Well, there's an easy way to figure that out." My tongue traced the shell of his ear and my lips found their way around his lobe and I bit down. Draco's hips bucked against my lace-clad center.
"Yes, there is." His voice had lowered in pitch and became gravelly. A moan escaped my lips as he ground into me. Warmth was spreading from my center and down my thighs; a slow burning that quickly had me frustrated. It was all much more intense then I thought these things could be. I had quite a lot of experience with Victor from fourth year, but this was decidedly more biting and acute. So I'll make things fun, yeah?
"But we have to get to class, don't we? So we'll save this for another time." I promptly removed myself from his lap, picked up my things and began walking unwillingly towards the Common room portrait. I heard Draco give a frustrated huff and pick up his stuff to rush after me.
I was half way to Dumbledore's office when he finally caught up.
"That was bloody fucking cruel." He growled in my ear as he grabbed me from behind, snaking his hands 'round my waist.
"Couldn't help myself. Sorry." I threw a smirk over my shoulder, knowing I could irk him.
"Couldn't help yourself my arse." He then pulled me into an alcove in the wall, causing me to drop my books on the floor, shoved me against the wall and crushed his lips to mine.
Well fuck me.
Mmmmm….Draco…..and fucking…..yes please.
The kiss was, to say the least, delicious. His lips tasted like honey and sex, and when I let his tongue into my mouth I almost came in my panties. Our tongues twirled and dueled, and all the while his hands wandered all around my person; groping and squeezing every part they could get to. One of my hands was threaded through his silky hair and the other was clawing at his solid chest. He pulled one of my legs up and around his hips so he could press his whole body flush against me. His nails dug into my thigh and sent tingling all the way to the back of my skull.
"Mmmmm….Fuck." This escaped through my lips as he moved his to my throat. He licked at the skin over my pulse and then began to suck it into his mouth, probably leaving a mark. Not that I minded. He brought his lips back to mine and the passion I felt was making my panties wet and my arousal to heighten. He suddenly stopped and backed away, releasing my thigh and hair. A smirk creeped onto his face.
"We have to get to class don't we? I'll be off then." And he just walked away.
"You can't be bloody serious!" I was all hot and bothered and he just walks away!
"Oh I am, babe. See you in Potions then?" He picked up his stuff from the ground and adjusted his robes and fixed his hair.
"Well this is the start of something that'll lead to fucking." And it will. I'll make sure it does.
"That a promise, Hermione?" He asked giving me a questioning look.
"Most definitely, Draco." I then proceeded to make myself look like I hadn't been thoroughly snogged.
Then we both went our separate ways like we hadn't just almost fucked against the wall.
So much for hating each other.
As I started walking towards Dumbledore's office again I contemplated going back to find Draco, but decided against it after I saw the gargoyles that guarded the entrance of the Headmaster's office. I quickly said the password, 'Raspberry Scones', and jumped on the moving staircase as it started to move. When it stopped moving I was left standing in front of a heavy oak door with phoenixes and such carved into it. I knocked and waited for a reply, becoming frustrated when it took more than five seconds for a response.
"Come in Ms. Granger." I heard the Headmaster call. The door swung open and I was greeted with the sight of two very worried Professors and one equally worried Headmaster.
Professor McGonagall face turned from worry to shock. "Ms. Granger? Is that you?"
"Yes, Professor."
Dumbledore's face had turned an unusual shade of sheet white and the twinkle that was always in his eyes faded. Snape didn't look much better, although I could see a fair amount of happiness underneath his ashen appearance.
He's a lot happier lately. Odd.
Dumbledore rose from his seat. "What's happened Ms. Granger?"
"I'm not exactly sure. I was hoping you could tell me. I'm 95% sure it's a long-term Glamour charm, but I'd like another opinion." I came closer to his desk and sat down in one of the chairs sitting in front of it.
"Why are you wearing Slytherin robes, Ms. Granger?" Professor Snape asked before Dumbledore could respond .
"I don't have an answer to that question either. I woke up and all my belongings and my room were Slytherin." My preference for men even changed to Slytherin. I've only just snogged one quite thoroughly.
"I believe that you have read Hogwarts: A History, yes?" Dumbledore asked me, looking quite defeated and hopeless, and sat back down in his chair.
"Well of course. I don't what it has to do with my…. Well there was a part that mentioned when the school senses what house you should be in it sends your belongings to where they should go. It also mentioned that if your house should be changed some time during your schooling period that the school would change your rooms immediately." I put the pieces together,"so I'm supposed to be in Slytherin?" That doesn't make sense at all. I'm a Mudblood and not near as back-stabbing as any of the students currently in Slytherin.
Well, you're getting there aren't you?
It definitely seems like it. What with me thoroughly disliking Ronald and Harry and all.
"Well it seems that the school has deemed you more than worthy to be in Slytherin, hasn't it? I think it may have to do with your appearance, Ms. Granger."
"Are you saying I'm not really Hermione Granger?" I couldn't possibly be in Slytherin if I was Mudblood. It's completely unfathomable. Unless, I was suddenly not a Mudblood and my heritage was changed. The itch of recognition that I had when seeing my new appearance came back to mind and I finally realized who I looked like.
The woman in my dream.
Lanius's mother. Even more so like Lanius.
I was Lanius.
The sheer feeling of truth that accompanied that fact seemed to wash over me and settle into my bones.
As soon as I made that connection a flood gate was opened and it seemed like I was remembering half of my life.
I remembered my whole upbringing, or what was left to remember, with the near constant presence of magic; I was a pureblood for Merlin's sake. I remembered growing up on the grounds of Riddle manor with a pair of loving parents that treated me just like every other child.
And how my father is Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort.
How my real name was Lanius Nero Riddle.
And how Albus Dumbledore was the one that killed my mother and took me from my family. What the hell?
Changes a shitload of stuff, doesn't it?
Soon my mind was blistering with such a passion of madness that the armrests of the chair I was sitting in and clutching to, were cracking from the pressure at which I held them. He took me away from my biological parents and killed my mother. Killed my mother and took her away from my father. From my memories he wasn't pure evil like Dumbledore and Harry said he was. He's trying to get justice for his wife being killed and his child being torn away from him, and he was dead set on killing Dumbledore because of it.
Not if I do it first. Bastard's sitting right in front of me.
"Ms. Granger?" Asked said murderer.
"It's Riddle, Albus. But you already knew that, didn't you? You evil bastard! HOW DARE YOU!" I was standing and screaming now. I could feel the change in myself already. I could feel the honest pureblood DNA seep into my system and my full powers start to kick in. That power started to whip around the room and anything and everything started levitating and some of the more fragile objects just shattered. Fawkes screeched and flapped his wings angrily at me. I gave him an absolutely livid stare back and he burst into flames.
I felt movement next to me and turned to Professor Snape gently grabbing my arm and shaking me.
"Lanius you need to stop. Calm yourself down. Please, it won't end well if you don't." I felt the truth in his words. I knew he had nothing to do with destroying my family and that my father trusted him. I calmed down as much as I could and sat back down. Everything that was disturbed was put back to its original spot and the slight wind that started was stopped.
I knew I wouldn't get away with killing Dumbledore right this instant, so I sat calmly back in my chair and settled for staring intently at him.
I'll kill him later.
He paled even more but his face turned into a determined mask and he gave me the same stare back.
"Well, since if I stay I'll probably go to Azkaban, I'm going to go to breakfast." I looked the Headmaster straight in the eye and made sure he knew I was going to kill him.
His mask faltered a bit.
At least he knows he isn't going to live much longer.
I calmly picked my things up from the floor and made my way back to the door.
"Ms. Riddle?" This came from Professor Snape. I turned back and looked to him.
"Yes, Professor?" He gave a smile.
"I believe you've been officially transferred to Slytherin. Welcome."