ohmygosh. An update? What? Sorry though, I've been very busy. Also, for the sake of this fic, Hermione is the same age as everyone else. If it were canonized, Hermione would be turning 19, since she's a year ahead of everyone. So, let's just say she turned seventeen. So, without further ado, chapter three!
Once Upon A Dream, Chapter Three.
Revelations. Draco's Point of View
As I stood up and stretched, I watched the prefects head out of the room of requirement. I followed them out and scanned the hallways for Hermione. She had dragged the weaslette out of the room, claiming they needed to 'plan'. With a shrug, I wandered around before heading back to the Heads' dorms, thinking I could find her there. Opening the door, I found someone I didn't expect, though.
"Blaise? What're you doing here?" I asked, looking at the books strewn about him with a chuckle. He looked up with a confused look on his face and shrugged.
"I came in and it was like this. Though I'm pretty sure Hermione's in your room. Listen." He said, before turning to the door. "Draco, mate, c'mon out!" He called.
"Not now, you prat! I'm in the middle of something!" The voice sounded exactly like mine. And I knew for a fact that I was the only person this witch called a prat. With an arched brow, I knocked again, and the door opened, a furious copy of me appearing before my eyes.
"Well then," I crowed, a smirk gracing my face. "Never thought I'd see the day that Hermione Granger was in my room. And of her own will." The girl-turned-boy spluttered at me and then punched me in the jaw. I watched as she changed from me to Hermione. Luckily, she was wearing a simple pair of sweatpants and an oversized emerald green shirt, so she didn't look out of place when she changed back. With an uneasy chuckle, she looked up and Blaise and waved. He waved back with a smirk.
"Why, hullo there, Malfoy." She said with a grin.
"What're you doing in my room, Granger?" I asked, leaning on the door-frame, opposite her.
"I panicked when I heard someone messing with the door. I took the potion and was gunna intimidate them. Then I saw it was Blaise, and he would ask questions." Hermione said sheepishly, ducking her head. I arched a brow.
"Questions? About what?" I asked again.
"More like, about who." Came a voice from Hermione's room. The Weasel himself walked out with a grin and laughed at Hermione. Oddly, he had on girls' robes.
"Shut up, Gin! I'm not the one who turned into her own brother!" Hermione snapped. With an eye twitch, Ginny-turned-Ron lunged at Hermione.
"Why you little-" As she jumped, Blaise quickly grabbed her from behind. Hermione lunged as well, and I wrapped my arms around her, clamping her arms down to her sides. All of our heads turned as Potty and the real Weasel walked in, their faces going from calm to angry in 3.5 seconds. Fortunately, Ginny had turned back into herself, as well.
"Get your greasy mitts off of my sister!" Harry and Ron screamed at the same time. They lifted their wands and with surprising force, Hermione pushed me behind her, catching a Jelly Legs Jinx. I held her up as she angrily turned to the Weasel.
"Ronald!" She yelled, before going down again. This time, I helped her sit on the arm of one of the loveseats. "Where do you get of barging into my living quarters!? Let alone trying to jinx one of the Heads!?" She asked, incredulous. Ronald's face when from the colour of a strawberry, to a beet.
"'One of the heads'!? 'One of the heads'!? He's not a Head, you insane little girl! Mcgonagall told me there were no heads, no prefects whatsoever. If there were, I'd be one!" He replied, spittle flying from his mouth. Hermione laughed and shot up, her finger in his face.
"She only told you that because you, a little twit, would just whine because you weren't chosen for anything. We all know you're too damn IMMATURE TO BE A PREFECT, LET ALONE HEAD BOY!" Her voice started out calm, then it rose an octave. Angrily, Ginny broke free of Blaise's grip and pushed Hermione away, standing in front of her brother. Again, Hermione laughed, but this time, it came out cold and bitter.
"You're siding with your twit of a brother, okay. It's not like he tried to hex me. No, that was my imagination." She said sarcastically. Angry Hermione was a little scary. Almost as scary as Snape on one of his bad days. "Get out! All of you! And Ronald, you have a week's worth of detention, for jinxing the Head Girl." She said slowly. The three Gryffindors rushed out and Hermione slowly turned around. She looked down at the books and parchment pieces and mumbled something. She raised her hand and using her wand, directed the books and papers to the small room with all the books. Afterwards, she fell onto the sofa and pouted.
"Well, I'm going to head down, as I didn't eat much. Are you two coming along?" I said, heading to the door. Blaise followed and Hermione slowly stood up. With a sigh, I pulled my wand out and turned it towards her. Her eyes widened and I laughed.
"Now, stop moping over some pathetic little fight with Weasley and Potty, or I will hit you with a Cheering Charm." I said.
"You wouldn't!" She gasped.
I sent the charm her way and she instantly elated. With a smile and a giggle, she ran towards me.
"Oh, Malfoy, I swear, when this is over, I will Avada Kedavra you into first year~!" She said sweetly.
"Okay with me, Granger. As long as you don't whine." I said simply, taking her by the arm and pushing her out of the door, with Blaise following us. "So, when are we making this painting?" I continued.
"I don't know, Malfoy, but my face hurts!" She complained with a huge grin. She looked like she was trying to stop, but a small smile was always on her face. "We can try the next break in between classes. What's today?" She asked.
"I dunno, but I have a break tomorrow between studying for these damn tests - I don't even see the need for classes anymore. Just let me study." I muttered.
"Malfoy!" Hermione gasped, appalled. "You need classes!"
"When was the last time you learned something new in class?" Blaise chipped in with a knowing smile.
"...shut up." Was all she said, stomping to the Great Hall. We laughed behind her as she walked into the vast room. We were still laughing when she sat down at her table, and I shot her a grin. She looked around before putting a grape on her spoon and successfully hitting Blaise in the eye. I had to clap a hand over my mouth to shut myself up.
Hermione's Point of View.
"Hermione, what's going on with you and Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"He's being a prick, as usual. He told me classes weren't needed!" I said with a gasp.
"Oh wow, that's so bad." Ron said sarcastically.
"Well, he may be right, 'Mione. When was the last time you learned someting new in class?" Harry urged.
"He asked me the same question, and I couldn't answer it. When was the last time you learned something new in class?" I asked, turning to Harry.
"Yesterday. Everlasting Elixirs." He replied simply. I huffed and stood up with a pout.
"I'm not hungry. I never am anymore, really.." I said more to myself than them.
"Leaving so soon, 'Mione? Here, take this with ya." Ginny said, arriving at the table. She handed me a note and a napkin with some Bertie Bott's beans. I looked at her quizzically and made my way to the doorway. I was soon joined by Luna, who stopped me by grabbing my shirt.
"Wait, Hermione!" She said, before giving me a hug. She grinned at me before skipping back to her table. I shook my head as I made my way to the Headmaster's office. He had told me that there was some excess canvas in there, and I could go grab it at anytime. I muttered the password and made my way in. I popped one of my candies in my mouth as I reached for the roll of canvas and cursed. Soap.
"Language, young lady." A voice came from behind me. I immediatley turned to the painting of Severus Snape.
"If your mouth was filled with the taste of a very bad soap, your mouth, I'm sure you'd swear too, Snape." I replied, slicing the canvas with my wand. He only gave me a light chuckle.
"What do you plan on painting?" He asked.
"I don't know yet. You should give me an idea. I cannot sit in a room with Draco, brainstorming." I replied with a mock shudder.
"Granger, hurry up! And who're you talking to!?" I heard Draco's voice as he came into the room. I turned to him and he glanced up at Snape's portrait.
"Don't rush me, Draco Malfoy." I muttered. I pulled out my wand to cut the canvas, and turned when I heard a rustle of paper behind me.
"Sorry for being a right prick, earlier. Also, might want to keep your flirting on the down low, 'Mione. Love, Gin." Draco said. I blushed and reached for the note Ginny gave me. He grinned and raised it above his head.
"Oh my Merlin, just give it to me! Now!" I groaned.
"Why Granger, I never thought I'd hear those words come out of your mouth!" He said in a sly voice.
"I WILL REMOVE YOUR MANHOOD AND CRUCIO YOU IN A HEARTBEAT IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME THE DAMN NOTE!" I screamed. He visibly paled before slowly handing me the note. I turned around and cut a nice size of canvas and threw it at him. I didn't bother waiting for him to follow me as I stomped out. We'd almost made it to the Dorm when he caught up.
"Look, Granger, we need to have a talk." He said.
"A talk about what?" I asked. Pfft. You know about what, you idiot. Some small voice in my head really needed to leave.
"About that little incident with the letter." He replied.
"I can't do anything about that. I'll research that damned letter for the next year if I have to." I muttered, opening the door to the Dorm and closing it behind him.
"Okay, okay. Now, what're we going to paint - wait, can you paint?" He asked me.
"Can you?" I retorted.
"Of course I can, Granger. So, can you?" He asked.
"Yes, Malfoy, I can. I learned when I was younger, during the summers." I replied.
"Ideas?" He asked.
"I dunno! Merlin!" I huffed, crossing my arms. With a grin, he grabbed my cheek and pinched it. A knock came from the door and it swung open before either one of us could answer it. Behind it stood two groups. Blaise and Pansy on one side, and Harry, Ron and Ginny on the other.
"We need to talk, 'Mione!" Ginny complained.
"No, no, us prefects need to have a conference with the Heads." Blaise said.
"What is it, Blaise?" Draco asked, as I swatted his hand from my face.
"They've kidnapped two children out here, 'Mione!" Ron insisted. I rushed ahead, but Draco grabbed my arm before I could get to the door.
"Actually, I walked into the hallway, and this little lion was beating the crap out of a Slytherin." Pansy explained, motioning us to come outside. I pulled my arm out of Draco's hand and walked outside. I shook my head as I saw the two third years. The Gryffindor, Margeaux Allen, was actually a huge bully. worse than any Slytherin I'd ever encountered. Well...not worse than Draco. She was the average height of a thirteen-year-old, but she scared the living hell out of many older students. She had long red hair and bright green eyes. I didn't know who the Slytherin was, though. She was also average height, and had strawberry blond hair that stopped at her shoulders, and her eyes were a light brown.
"Aw, Angie, what happened?" Draco asked, kneeling next to the thirteen-year-old.
"Nothing!" The girl shot back fiercely, blinking rapidly. Her eye was becoming a slightly blue colour, and her lip and nose were bleeding a little. I kneeled next to them and looked at the girl.
"Hey. How about I give you something so you can get rid of that annoying black eye and all that blood. You cool with that?" I asked with a smile. Angie slowly nodded and I motioned for her to follow me into the Dorm.
"Now, Allen, tell me what happened. Why the hell were you jumping another student!?" I heard Draco's voice raise as we entered my room.
"You can sit on the bed or look around. It'll take me five minutes to get everything." I said. She picked up a set of my UNO cards and began to build a tower with them. I looked through my drawers and found the bruise removal paste. I sat it on the dresser and headed out to the Dorm's entrance. I opened the door and kind of let out a small noise to stop them from talking.
"Yes, Granger?" Draco asked.
"I need to know where you put the Skiving Snackboxes I sat in the kitchenette." I said.
"They should still be there. If not, check my room. Or the bookshelves...maybe the bathroom? Or-" I had to cut him off.
"Oh my God. Really, Malfoy!?" I sighed. I propped the door open with a stack of nearby books and looked around. I grinned as I found the Skiving Snackboxes on the counter in the kitchenette. I pulled out a Nosebleed Nougat from one of them and headed to the bathroom. I grabbed a small towel and wet it a bit. When I walked into my room, I found Angie now building a card tower with Exploding Snap cards. I felt my eyes widen as I smacked down the tower and it collapsed, exploding on the way down. The girl looked up at me with a sneer.
"I'm sorry! It's just, the last time I saw someone do that, they singed their eyebrows off. And I'm sure you enjoy your eyebrows. Now here, eat this." I said, breaking the candy in half and giving her the piece that would stop her nose from bleeding. She chewed it silently as I spread some of the bruise removal paste on her eye. It began working immediatley. I used the towel and wiped the blood off of her lip and muttered a spell to stitch the skin back together.
"Alright, all done. Let's go see what progress Malfoy's made." I said, and I followed her out. We found Draco restraining Margeaux as she tried to shoot hexes at every person in sight. She caught sight of Angie, and that seemed the fuel her rage even more. I took my wand out and stared her straight in the eye as I petrified her. Draco turned and saw me, then let out a relieved sigh.
"Thank Merlin for you, Granger. She stole my wand!" He whined. I chuckled and propped a hand on my hip.
"So, has she spoken?" I asked.
"Apparently, Angie stole a book from Margeaux?" He questioned.
"I did not!" Angie cried.
"Well then, what happened?" I asked.
"My sister, Camille, stole that little bully's book. She was sick of Margeaux getting under everyone's skin. Cam was using the book to lure her to the Ravenclaw towers, where she could safely jump the little twit." Angie explained. I had seen her older sister, a fifth year, around.
"But why would she jump you instead of your sister?" Draco asked. I rolled my eyes and let out a scoff.
"Malfoy, have you seen Camille? The two are almost identical, except Angie's eyes are brown. Camille's are blue. If Margeux saw Angie from the back, she could have thought she was Camille." I stated, and he nodded slowly. I turned to the petrified girl on the group and uttered the counter-spell. She shot up but I pointed my wand at her forehead.
"Margeaux Allen. You are a disgrace to your house. We do not jump people because they stole our books. Or decided that your favourite quidditch team sucks. You will have a week's worth of detention and fifty house points deducted. If I catch you hitting another student, you'll have a month's worth of detention and you'll be banned from the next trip to Hogsmeade. Am I clear?" I said.
"...yes." Was all she muttered. I put my wand down and she glared at Angie before stomping away. I turned around and shot a grin at the group of Slytherins before turning to my friends.
"What is it you needed? We needed to have a talk?" I asked.
"Yeah. A talk about this." Ginny said, holding up a letter that had my name on it. I reached for it but she backed up. I arched a brow at her with a frown.
"Ginny, what's the letter?" I asked.
"It's from your mum." She stated.
"Which one." I heard Malfoy mutter behind me, but I guess only I heard him. I stomped on his foot and lunged forward, succesfully grabbing the letter.
"Why d'you have it?" I asked her.
"It was somehow sent by muggle post." She replied. I laughed and shook my head. Leave it up to mum to figure out how to send muggle post to Hogwarts. I saw it was opened and glared at the redhead.
"Which one of you opened it?" I asked. There was no response. "WHO!?"
"It was me, 'Mione. I get why you were asking me about this whole 'place in England' thing now. Why would you hide this from me!?" Ginny cried.
"Because it's none of your business! It's not like I ask you to tell me every single thing going on in your life. So don't even act like you haven't hidden anything from me." I replied with a glare. She paled and I turned around to meet Draco's confused eyes.
"Who's the letter from?" He asked.
"My mum. As in, the muggle one." I said with a roll of my eyes.
"Are you telling me you told Malfoy before we found out!?" Ron whined.
"Yes, Ron, Malfoy found out because he was there when I got the letter. Besides, he's a pureblood. He might recognise the handwriting of this woman who's calling herself my mother." I said. I opened the letter and did a quick scan of it.
"'Mione, I know it's hard-" Ginny started.
"Oh, stop. Just stop. You can't know how hard this is, firsthand. This woman basically sent a man to kidnap me. She called herself my mother for almost thirteen years! What if you found out that Molly stole you from your family and that you were actually an, I dunno, a freaking Parkinson!" I hissed. Angrily, I turned away and walked back into the dorm. I heard the door shut behind me and turned around to see Draco leaning on it, his arms crossed.
"Well, are you going to read it?" He asked. I glared at him and pulled the letter out of the envelope.
Dear Hermione,
I know you don't want to hear this through a letter, but yes, what you were told is true. I believed the family you were born to was involved with the Dark Lord in some way, and I felt I needed to get you away from them. So, I contacted a few trusted friends and they managed to get you into an orphanage. I then called in a favor to make sure that your father and I were the ones who adopted you. In all honesty, I had known about magic before you were born. I am so sorry that you had to find out this way, or that you even had to find out at all. Even if you aren't my blood daughter, I still love you as much as I did before you found out.
Love, mum.
"She just told me everything, and ends this damned letter with 'love, mum'! How dare she?" I grimaced as I sat down on the couch and tossed the letter somewhere on the floor. Draco walked over to me and picked it up. He scanned it and gave a soulless chuckle.
"She sounds like a squib. And contacts? That's really shady, Granger." He said. I gave him a look and just shook my head.
"I just don't know. I don't. I'm going to sleep. Goodnight, Malfoy." I muttered, before heading to my room, falling into bed and dreaming of nothing.
Nang nang nang nang. I was going to continue this, but I think it was best to chop it in half. Until next time!