Small tribute to my best friend Jordan somewhere in this chapter, hope you find it, chode.
Oh, and I don't think I've mentioned this, but this takes place in Hermione's sixth year,
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Chapter 2: Unexpected
Today is going to be interesting.
Although, I didn't have to worry about being the little know-it-all Hermione Granger, I would get a lot of questions as to who I was.
"Oh yes, hello. I'm the daughter of the most feared dark wizard alive, Lord Voldemort."
That'll blow over like a fucking lead balloon.
Harry might see the resemblance between myself and the Dark Lord, even though he's only seen him with his human appearance once, when he found his way into the diary second year.
On the way to the Great Hall I got a couple of curious stares from stray students but I think I scared them off with a death glare. Better make it so everyone leaves me alone. No questions, then.
When I entered the Great Hall nobody really noticed me, but when I started making my way over to Draco at the Slytherin table I got looks. Draco and his little group of friends sat at the very end of the table, furthest away from the teachers table and closest to the doors.
Draco caught my eye and smirked when I squeezed my ass next to him and the end of the bench. His hand then made its way to my thigh and his lips brushed my ear.
"Stalking me now, Granger?" His breath tickled my ear and I shivered, my lady parts tingling. I gave him a look that said we had a lot to talk about. He gave an understanding nod. "Why aren't you sitting with your little friends?" His fingers clenched around my thigh, now, as if he didn't want me to leave.
"I've been officially transferred to Slytherin." A look of shock crossed his face before his smirk returned.
"Says who?"
"Says my bloodline and Professor Snape." He quirked an eyebrow when I mentioned my bloodline. "As it turns out, I'm actually a pureblood and very Slytherin. Long term glamour charm. I'll explain in detail later, Draco. Oh, and it's not Hermione Granger anymore. My real name is Lanius Riddle." He seemed to freeze onto shock when I said my last name.
"Riddle?" I nodded, "as in Tom Riddle?"
"The very one," I replied.
"So you're his… daughter?" His eyebrows were under his hair in disbelief, now.
"Exactly. But like I said, I'll explain more later. In private. Where no one can hear?" I said trying to get my point across. His face relaxed a little and he gave a genuine smile.
"Well this is good and bad," he said.
"Oh?"
"Well, now that you're in Slytherin, I have a very open opportunity to shag you," I smirked at this, "but you're also related to the Dark Lord, so that slims my chances of shagging you quite a bit." I smiled and gave him a pat on the head.
"I'm sure we can work something out, Draco." His arm slinked around my waist and brought us chest to chest.
"Merlin, I hope so." He then proceeded to attack my neck with his lips. He made his way down the column of my throat kissing, licking, and biting. When he reached my pulse point I gave up and closed my eyes scratching my nails down his chest. He bit harder when my fingers made his way over his nipples. The hand that was still on my thigh made their way under my skirt but stopped when someone cleared their throat. I felt Draco smile against my neck.
"Yes, Blaise?" He said bring his head away from my neck and untangling us. The only contact we had now was the touching of our legs and his hand that moved itself down to my knee. The tan Italian I always saw Draco hanging around with was looking towards us expectantly.
"Care to make introductions?" He asked.
Draco sighed. "The annoying tan chode is Blaise Zabini," Blaise proceeding in punching Draco in the arm and Draco continued, laughing, "the lovely lady across from you is Pansy Parkinson," she gave a kind smile, "And these are Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle," he pointed towards two boys who looked like they used their brawn more than their brains. "Everyone this is Lanius Riddle."
They all seemed to recognize the last name as well and bowed their heads in respect. A gave a small smile at this. Blaise stood, took my hand, and kissed it.
"Pleasure to meet you, Lanius." He gave a wink. Draco gave a slight growl and Blaise smiled and sat back down.
The rest of breakfast was interesting. I found I liked Pansy. Her slightly pinched face managed to look cute with her dark bob and she could be just as bitchy as me. We made conversation for the whole of the morning.
Blaise was a flirt. But he was engaged to Pansy so he knew where his boundaries were. I suspected they had an arranged marriage, common in pureblood society, but were fine with it because they were good friends. One of those things in life that just worked, but you could live without if it came down to it. I could tell by the way they looked at each other that their friendship would evolve later into something more.
Crabbe and Goyle weren't as stupid as I thought they would be. They could hold their own in a conversation but they weren't at the top of their class.
I seemed to fit in well with Draco's little group and enjoyed most of the morning. I did notice that the Gryffindor table was in a bit of an uproar because they couldn't find their 'precious Gryffindor princess'. Harry was red in the face and Ronald was shoveling down toast and eggs.
Nothing new there, really.
Since I was in Slytherin, my schedule switched around a bit. I still had all the same classes but just at different times. I was best in our year and Draco ended up being in all of my classes because he was right behind me. We had double Potions with Gryffindor first and I wasn't looking forward to that class at all, solely because Harry and Ronald would be bitching the whole time. Then we had Defense with our new teacher, Professor Maryweather. He was young, just out of college and not that bad looking. Last we had Divination; my least favorite class. The subject was completely worthless and our professor was complete bat shit. I couldn't wait for that class to be done.
As it turned out not only Draco shared all my classes but so did Blaise and Pansy. And in an effort to celebrate our newfound camaraderie, I decided that I would royally fuck with all the Gryffindors today. For some reason, I was thinking that Professor Snape wouldn't interfere. After his cheerier than usual welcome to his classroom yesterday morning and his odd smile in Dumbledore's office this morning, I had a feeling that he somehow knew about my unexpected change in appearance and new-found heritage. He seemed strangely satisfied with it. I also had the feeling that he supported my father this whole time and was just here at Hogwarts to keep an eye on a certain murdering old coot.
So I found myself in Potions, ten minutes before class started, in the back where most of the Slytherins usually were. I sat next to Draco in the farthest, double-chaired, desk in the back. Pansy and Blaise sat in front of us and Crabbe and Goyle to our left.
The lack of calm this morning finally made its way to me and I just put my forehead down on the cool tabletop. Draco noticed almost immediately.
"What's wrong, Lan?" The cute nickname made me smile and I rolled my head so I could look at him.
"I think the shock is finally kicking up. I'm just a bit tired," I offered with another small smile. He gave me a sympathetic look and rubbed his hand up and down my spine. Of course, it felt heavenly and I retracted to my mind and just let it wander until class started.
I was worried, I'll admit, about my father's reaction and if he would accept me willingly. From what I could gather from my dream/memory and the way that my new friends were treating me I was pretty confident that he would be happy with me finding my true heritage. I also think it'll be hard for him considering I look so much like my mother.
Merlin, that dream. I woke up shortly after it ended, which was around 3 a.m., in cold sweat and breathing like I just ran a bloody marathon.
Fucking hell, I saw my mother murdered. That's not really something I wanted to do in life.
I should have realized something was odd. Last year, when we were at the Ministry getting the prophesy and Harry said he heard voices in the veil, I'd heard them to, but I knew for a fact the I'd never seen anyone die before. I didn't really want to get questioned so I just didn't say anything. And of course I was curious, so I did some research, but couldn't find anything. I'd never considered a memory charm because I thought the memory was just something I'd repressed.
I sighed, lifting my head up from the table. Draco looked at me.
"How're you feeling?"
"Just a little headache ." I told him. Blaise turned around.
"Did you just say head?" For some reason he looked hopeful. I put my face in my hands.
"Piss off." Draco let out a burst of laughter and Pansy glanced at Blaise and started giggling. He looked like I'd just killed his puppy. Pansy leaned over towards Blaise's ear and whispered something. A smirk appeared on his face and he proceeded to snog Pansy into her chair. I looked away rolling my eyes.
More students started to filter into the dungeon classroom, some curious as to who I was, others completely oblivious. When Harry and Ronald finally made their way into the classroom, class was just about to start, and Professor Snape was charming chalk to write directions on the board.
"Nice of you to join us, gentleman."
"Sorry, sir." They said falling into their seats. Both were red in the face and practically panting.
"You'll be making Draught of Living Death," Snape was speaking to the whole class now, "directions are in the board, begin."
Since me and Draco were working together, and I had already made this potion before, I went to get all the supplies and ingredients, and Draco stayed at the desk and read over the instructions.
As it turned out, Draco and I worked really well together and we were practically finished and waiting for the potion to finish brewing half an hour into the period. It was about that time that Harry and Ronald started arguing. They started it with hush tones and hand movements but then it moved to almost yelling and red faces.
"Well where the bloody hell do you think she is, mate?" Harry paused at this.
"I'm not sure but I think it has something to do with that girl that's been with Malfoy all day. I've never seen her before, have you?" Ronald briefly glanced in my direction, and then looked back at Harry.
"Not that I know of."
"She looks familiar to me but I can't quite put my finger on where I've seen her before." Harry then started full on staring at me. He stayed that way for a good two minutes before his face got scrunched up and the vein in his forehead started popping out. I was sure he'd figure out eventually that I was the daughter of the man who's trying to kill him. Though I looked more like my mum, from what I'd seen of her, you could tell that Tom Riddle was my father. The resemblance was striking.
So when I turned my head to stare back with a glare, his eyes widened and he grabbed his forehead. Probably something to do with that bloody scar. He turned back around to his desk and didn't look at me for the rest of the class.
When Professor Snape said our time was up, the majority of the class had just turned in their vial of potion.
"I want a twelve inch essay on the process, purpose, and side effects of the Draught of Living Death by tomorrow's start of class. Dismissed." Everyone from all the other classes groaned. Slytherins were probably used to the workload from him, and me, well; I use to be Hermione Granger for fuck's sake.
Soon classes were over and Draco and I were back to Head Dorms with Blaise and Pansy. I was lying on the couch with my head in Draco's lap and his fingers running through my hair, while Blaise and Pansy were sitting in the leather armchairs in front of the fire place. All of us had already finished our assignments for the night, including the Potions paper. I was waiting for the awkward conversation to start.
"So… daughter of the Dark Lord, huh?" Is how Blaise decided to start it off. Pansy chucked the book she was reading at his head and it hit him square in the temple. Blaise apparently has really slow reactions and didn't catch it in time. "Fuck! Ow! What the hell, woman?" He said clutching his head and looking at Pansy with a shocked look on his face.
Draco and I couldn't breathe we were laughing so hard.
"Do you really think that's the way to start off this conversation, Blaise?" Pansy asked with a very matter-of-fact face. Blaise just scowled and rubbed his head. Draco and I finally stopped laughing and he cleared his throat. I put my head back in his lap and he resumed running his fingers through my hair and over my scalp. I let out a content hum.
"Lan?" Draco finally asked.
"Hmmm?" I cracked an eye open to look up at him. His hair was falling into his grey, stormy eyes. He lifted a lone eyebrow knowing I'd get the point. This is what I was afraid of. Explaining myself and why I so readily accepted the fact that I was Tom Riddle's daughter and that I was, by blood, a part of the 'Dark Side'.
I'd always felt out of place with my two friends; always feeling that they were using my academic knowledge to their advantage. Always to do homework and for advice on what to do with themselves. I honestly didn't know either Ronald or Harry that well. Of course, everyone knew that Harry was the Boy-Who-Lived, defeating the infamous Lord Voldemort as just a baby. But he was really clueless. All his successes were by chance of luck or from the help of Dumbledore. People think he's brave and courageous when he's just stupid and weak. Dumbledore can manipulate that boy any which way he pleases. Getting him to risk his life time after time.
Dumbledore walked on eggshells around me, seemingly waiting for me to discover some big secret that would ruin his perfectly constructed 'Light Side'. And now I knew.
He was going to get what was coming to him.
"I'm Tom Riddle's daughter." Somewhere in my head that seemed to explain everything. And in some way it did; just being related to the man defied everything Dumbledore stood for and for what half of the Wizarding World was tricked into. I felt…free somehow. Liberated from the false life I was led to believe; I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. "And I'm a Pureblood."