Hehe. So, I started typing this up as soon as I typed up the previous chapter. I'm working on these for a week before posting them. And also, I forgot to say in the last chapter, I don't own Harry Potter, that belongs to JK Rowling. I only own the plot and any new characters I add. (Like Pixiana Malfoy!)
Once Upon A Dream, Chapter Two.
The Prince and the Princess.
Hermione's Point of View.
I woke up and immediately regretted it. I sat up and looked down at myself. I had an oversized t-shirt on, that managed to fall under my knees and still be tight. I couldn't put any pants on, as that bruise would scream if I did. I shrugged and realised it was almost seven in the morning. Breakfast wouldn't start until 8. And going back to sleep was out. I decided to just see if Madame Pomfrey was awake, and ask for some of George and Fred's bruise removal paste. I limped out of the room to the small fridge. I pulled the note that was on it down and arched a brow.
Granger,
Minerva came in a while after you went to bed and told me the new updates about the school. All seventh years don't have to wear school robes, but must wear something related to their house. Though I'm pretty sure everyone knows that already. She suggested a tie, or a scarf. We also have arm bands to wear, to show everyone we're the Heads. They're on the coffee table.
-Draco
Hm. No uniforms? I could do with that. I thought, before writing my note and placing it next to his. I summoned a loose dress and some hi-tops. The dress was a crisp deep red with a collar. The shoes were the same colour. I put them on right there (seeing as there was no chance of Draco waking up now), and headed out. I greeted the paintings and sighed when I finally got there. I knocked before walking in and groaned. Of course she wasn't here. The only person up now would be..ugh. Snape. With a sigh, I headed to the Dungeons. I walked into the Potions classroom to find him brewing a potion. He looked up at me then back to the potion.
"Granger. To what do I owe the pleasure of this glorious seven a.m. meeting?" He sneered.
"I was wondering if you had any burn removal paste by any chance?" I asked.
"And why do you need it?" He replied.
"Parkinson pushed me out of a carriage and I landed on my hip. Of course, it won't get rid of the pain..." I trailed off.
"Well, I don't, but I do have to key to Poppy's medical supply. I trust you can make it there and back?" He asked.
"Of course, Professor." I said, as he handed me a key. I thanked him and went back to the hospital wing. I quickly opened the cabinet where she kept supplies and found the paste. I took some and put it in a vial, deciding to put it on when I got back. I quickly made it back to the dungeons and returned the key, slipping out of the dark classroom without another word. I walked back into the Astronomy Tower to see Draco reading.
"We really need to make a painting for that door. Somone'll walk in, eventually." I said. He simply laughed before looking up.
"What have you been up to?" He asked. I held up the vial of paste.
"I had to get some bruise removal paste. It'll still hurt, though." I said. He nodded and I went to my room to get ready. It had been almost an hour and a half, and it would take a while to set. I pulled the dress off and kicked my shoes away, digging through my closet. I settled on an oversized sweater that was deep red and had yellow polka dots. I was putting the bruise paste on when Draco walked in.
"Er, Hermione, just so you-" He was cut off because he looked up.
"Hm?" I asked, turning around. I realised I didn't have pants on, and dropped the hem of the sweater, thankful it was big.
"Um..um..er. Uh. Mcgonagall wanted me to uh, tell you that, um, we have to make a painting, like you said. Um. Yeah." He stuttered, before walking out of the room. (AN: Isn't OOC Draco adorable?)
I laughed and pulled my shorts on, that were high-waisted, and kind of helped with the pain. Looking down, I saw that the bruise had faded already. Sending my thanks to the Weasley twins, I pulled my hi-tops back on, grabbed my satchel, and left the room. I stopped, almost tripping on Draco, and turned around, heading back into the room and grabbing the ring that I almost forgot. It was a simple little thing. It had a thin gold band with a 5 karat diamond, and it had little wire ears on top to look like a bunny. It was adorable, and I still don't remember where I got it from.
"You ready, Draco?" I asked, leaving the room. He nodded and we headed out. He stopped me and handed me the Head Girl badge. I thanked him and put it on my arm, and sliding it up to my upper arm, under my shoulder. Draco laughed and I turned to him.
"You look all serious, but I know how you are, and you're nervous." He said. I scoffed at him.
"Draco!" I huffed, as we entered the Great Hall. "How dare you?" I huffed at him. He grinned at me, tweaking my nose as I headed to my table. I blushed, sitting between Ginny and..
"Ron!?" I said, confused.
"Wotcher, 'Mione." He said with a grin.
"You're back? Is Harry coming back?" I asked, standing and looking for him. I saw him roll his eyes and sit me down. I huffed again and turned to him. "Well? Is he?"
He grinned, like he was trying to be wise. "Maybe, maybe not." Was all he said.
"Listen here, you prat, tell me right now, is my fiancé coming back, YES OR NO!?" Ginny asked, yelling the last part. All heads turned and I stood up and pushed Ginny down.
"Shall I dock points!?" I heard Draco call. I looked up with a laugh.
"No need. Gin is just worried about her dearest!" I yelled back. He gave me a thumbs up and I sat back down.
"Since when did you and that snake become friends?" Ron sneered.
"Ever since we had to share the Head dorms?" I said quizzically. Ron choked on his pumpkin juice and I raised a brow. As I stood, a small girl ran in, eyes searching frantically. Her eyes found mine and she grinned.
"'Mione!" She squealed. I walked up to her and gave her a hug.
"Pixie!" Pixie Malfoy. This tiny little seventh year was Draco's twin sister. She looked just like him, except she had her mother's blue eyes and her aunt's dark hair. Pixie giggled as Draco walked up to us. She gave him a hug and a kiss before bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"Guess what, guys?" She asked, clapping her hands.
"What is it, Pixiana?" Draco asked right back.
"We've an Auror here~!" She cried.
"An Auror? Harry!" I squealed, rushing past the twins and into the Entrance Hall. There, in the middle of a mass of students, was Harry. The Malfoys were right behind me in parting the crowds. "Move! Move!" I yelled. No one budged. "Move or you all get detentions!" I yelled. They parted. I skipped over to him with a grin. He smiled and gave me a hug, placing his hands on my shoulders.
"You guys deserted me, so I decided to just tag along." He said. I chuckled and turned around, seeing Ginny fly out of the Great Hall. She ran and jumped into Harry's awaiting arms.
"Aw, Kodak moment." Was Draco's sarcastic reply. As if on cue, someone nearby snapped a photo. I laughed as they just stood there, hugging. "But you guys, you might wanna pick this up in the common room. You need to eat." He said, returning to his breakfast. I was about to leave when I remembered the owls. I walked back in just as a stack of envelopes fell onto my head. I looked up to see two different owls fly away from me. One was from Molly, and the other one was a Hogwarts owl. I opened Molly's first.
Dear Hermione,
I hope you're having a great year! Ginny told me on your accomplishment of getting Head Girl, congratulations! I'm sure by now that you've found Harry and Ron back at the school. Also, can you give this copy of Witch Weekly to Ginny?
Lots of love,
Molly Weasley.
I stuck the parchment back in its envelope, took the magazine out, then opened the second one. The wax seal said 'HOZ', someone I'd never heard of. The letter was written in spiderweb like script, and smelled faintly of perfume.
To Madame Granger,
This letter is about to change your life. Don't say it won't, because it changed mine. When I widowed my first husband, I had sired a baby girl. Then, she was stolen and I was obliviated when she was five. The papers and memories have been returned to me. The next letter is from your big brother, along with the papers that confirm what I already know.
You are my daughter. Now, before you go on a rampage trying to figure out who we are, I'm going to tell you some important details.
1. We are a pureblood family. In turn, you and your big brother are purebloods.
2. You know your big brother. I don't know if you're best friends, but you know each other.
3. He's a Slytherin.
Now, if you don't want the pressures of being in this predicament, you can burn this letter, and you'll find out when you turn eighteen. Now, if you want to find out who we are, your brother's letter gives you a clue.
From Mother,
With love.
I stumbled back and braced myself on a wall, reading the letter once more. What? No! This wasn't true. It wasn't! I'd know if I were obliviated!
No you wouldn't, you stupid girl. That nagging voice in my head said. I turned around and grabbed the first person I saw with a satchel, and dragged them up to the Owlery.
I turned around to find Draco.
"Oh, thank Merlin it was you. Gin would've hexed someone and those two dunderheads would have pestered me." I said. He gave me a quizzical look.
"Give me a quill and a piece of parchment, while you read over this." I said, peeling the wax seal off of the letter and handing it to him, as he gave me what I needed. I sat on the floor and wrote messily.
Dear mum and dad,
I just got an owl telling me that I was adopted. That I'm not even muggle-born! Tell me this isn't true. It can't be true! You'd tell me, wouldn't you?
-Hermione
I folded it in half and beckoned my owl, Thorne, and tied the letter to her leg. "Send it to mum and dad, and don't leave until you get a response." I said. She nodded and flew off. I turned round to see Draco staring at me incredulously.
"You know I have to hex anyone who calls you a mudblood now, right?" He said. I arched a brow and he grinned. "Just looking out for a fellow royal." He said.
"Royal?"
"The prince and princess have to stick together." Was all he said, before handing the letter back to me. "Open the other one." He said. I peeled the wax off of this one, and pulled the letter out. I read it out loud.
Dear Hermione,
If you opened this letter first, it'll make no sense to you, so read the other one you got with this letter. If you didn't, then you'll know exactly what I'm talking about. So, my mum told you about..you. Now, if I know you, you're probably going to head to the library and figure out anything you can. Which won't work. At all. All I can do is give you this file that was given to my mother. It's proof of your adoption.
With some love,
The Finest Place in England.
"What? The finest place in England? What the bloody hell does that mean!?" I shrieked, finishing the letter. The document fluttered out and I quickly grabbed it. I groaned in frustration."
"Ooh, it's true! It's legitimate. Except it has my birth mother's name, my birth father's name, and my real surname scratched out." I whined, giving the paper to Draco.
"Hey, you think we can ask Dumbledore to let us go this weekend?" He asked. I shrugged and stood up. "Where're you off to?" He asked.
"Where I always go. The library. But first, let's go talk to Dumbledore." I said.
We walked up to the stairwell, a grim look set on both of our faces.
"Familiae. Huh. How ironic." Draco said. I rolled my eyes as we walked down the stairs. Dumbledore looked up from his desk in confusion.
"Did I have an appointment with you two?" He asked.
"No sir, but we needed to talk to you urgently. It has to do with Hermione's bloodline." Draco said. The headmaster's eyebrows rose as we walked up to him and gave him the two letters and the document. He looked over them before looking up at me with sad eyes.
"Unfortunately Ms. Granger, I know who this person is, and I've been notified before hand. But I am not allowed to interfere in any way." He said.
"So it's a powerful pureblood family!" I said, clapping.
"What pureblood family isn't powerful?" Draco asked.
"Let's see. Weasley. Prince. Brown. Longbottom. Macmillan. Prewett. Slughorn. Potter..." I trailed off.
"Okay, enough." Was all he said. I smiled and turned back to Dumbledore. He simply shrugged before handing the papers back to me.
"It is out of my hands, Ms. Granger. But here, you can go visit the adoption center on your next break." He said.
"But professor! That's in three months!" I exclaimed. He shrugged again and I sighed.
"Thank you, professor. Do you need anything while I'm here?" I asked.
"Oh, we're hosting a Hallowe'en ball, tell your friends. I'll tell all at dinner. Goodbye, you two."
The rest of the day passed in a drone. I don't even remember what classes I had today. I left my last class (which was Potions) and walked into the dorm, finding Draco in the process of taking a shower. I walked over to the bathroom door and banged on it.
"Oi, Malfoy! Hurry up, because we need to have a meeting to figure out the Prefects' schedules." I yelled, then went to my room. I changed from my sweater to a plain black shirt and pulled on a pair of black sandals. It was starting to get chilly, so I had to make sure I stocked up on clothes. When I finished, Draco was dressed in a black v-neck shirt, a pair of jeans and some black trainers. He was in the process of drying his hair when he turned around. He wrapped the towel around his hand and snapped it at me. I squealed before running away, and with a grin, he followed me. By the time we got to the Great Hall, my hair was mussed and we were both out of breath.
"I'm going to kill you!" I yelped, rubbing my butt. He grinned as he opened the heavy oak door.
"D'you want a kiss, Granger?" He asked, making faces.
"No, not from you, you insufferable prick!" I whined, ignoring all the gaping people.
"You say that now, Granger.." He trailed off, taking my chin in his hand. "But what about in a month?" He said.
"A month? That's the dance. What do you-wait. You're not asking me to this stupid ball, are you?" I asked, aghast.
"Of course I am. The prince and the princess. And besides, you need to be exposed to new things." He replied, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
"I'll just go with Ron." I mumbled. Draco shook his head and pointed. Ron was being devoured by Lavender Brown, and he was enjoying it. I shuddered and shimmied out of his grip. "Then I won't go!" I said defiantly.
"Oh, you're definitely going. No ifs, ands, or buts." He said, turning to the suddenly quiet Hall. "Okay, Prefects! After dinner, meet us outside so we can have a meeting!" He called, and with a nod, he walked away.
"Attention, attention. Instead of a Hallowe'en feast, we will be having a Masquerade Ball, for fifth years and up. For the younger students, we will be having a movie marathon, thanks to the courtesy of Mr. Malfoy. During the Hogsmeade trip this weekend, the older students are allowed to floo, or apparate, to Diagon Alley. Only seventh years can apparate elsewhere, but must be back before curfew. That is all."
-You'll Love Me At Once-
"Hurry up, Pixiana! You're so damn slow!" Draco called with a grin. Pixie pouted as she caught up with the group of prefects. Some sniggered, but she pulled out the siguinature Malfoy-Black glare, and they all withered. With a laugh, she skipped up to Draco and I.
"So, Drakey, who're you going to the ball with?" She asked.
"Granger." He simply said, shooting a grin at me.
"Don't you think we should be on a first name basis?" I whined. He just barked out a laugh as we made it to the Room of Requirement. I walked past it three times, and it appeared. In it were ten chairs, arranged in a rectangle, each either blue, green, yellow, or red. Two of the chairs, green and red, were bigger and puffier. Draco and I sat in them while everyone else settled.
"Alright. The pairings are as they were before; Gin and Pixie, Ivan and Blaise, Candy and Lavender, Pansy and Xander, then Draco and I. He'll deal with the schedules." I said, curling my feet under me and tuning him out while they started chatting. I looked over the prefects, who had been at this school for the same length of time as me, but I'd barely noticed.
Xander Martin and Christina Hathaway were both Hufflepuffs. Xander was lanky, with square glasses and warm toned skin. He had shaggy brown hair, much like Harry's, and brown eyes. Christina had red hair that she dyed with Henna. Her natural colour was a mousy brown. She had pale skin and grey eyes. She was short, so I was taller than she was. I called her 'fun-sized', which generated the nickname Candy.
Pixie and her housemate, Ivan Hanes, were both Ravenclaws. Pixie and Candy were the same height, but belive it or not, Pixiana was much more mature. Her hair trailed down her back, all the way down to her lower back. Ivan, however, was dark-skinned with black hair and brown eyes. He was a bit taller than Pixie, challenging Draco for tallest student.
I tuned in when I heard my name come up. "...Hermione are going to the ball? Together!?" I heard Gin squeal. I blinked at looked at her with confusion. She giggled and patted my knee.
"It's alright, 'Mione. Just gossiping about you. What's this I hear about your little date? And I wasn't told?" Ginny asked.
"Calm down, Ginevra Molly. He asked me on the way here. Now come along doll, we need to plan." I simply said, standing up and dragging Ginny outside with me.
I'm trying to make all the chapters equal length, but this one's a little longer. The last one was 2,600, this one was 3,400. So, eh.