The next Morning

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Hermione had just pulled on an old pair of jeans and a comfortable black jumper when Alva popped into her room. "The first of your guests is here, Mistress."

"Thank you Alva." Hermione flashed a grin at the elf. "I'll be right out."

Running her fingers through her curls, Hermione quickly exited her bedroom. She heard voices in the living room. Leaning against the doorframe, she saw Draco holding Teddy and Nymph watching them, a slight smile on her face.

"Hermione, it's so good of you to invite us to your flat." Luna smiled at her friend.

"You zaid zat zere waz zom'ing important you needed to speak wiz uz about?" Fleur grinned.

"I did." Hermione looked toward her boyfriend. "Draco?"

"The others should be arriving soon." Draco placed Teddy on the floor.

Hermione walked over a placed a kiss on the ex-Auror's cheek. "Nymph, can Alva watch Teddy for a bit?"

Tonks frowned. "I thought this was a social call."

Shaking her head, Hermione picked up the five year old. "It's not."

"Okay." Tonks nodded. "She'll be careful with him?"

"Alva will." The house elf assured her. "Come young master Teddy."

The young Metamorphagous grabbed Alva's hand and followed her out of the room.

"Who else is coming?" Bill asked.

"Some of my friends. They're trustworthy." Draco sighed. He hated it when people judged them because they'd been too scared to take a stand, or too stupid in some of their cases.

A knock on the front door caused everyone's head to turn toward it. Hermione strode over and pulled the door open.

"Granger?" Blaise choked.

"Get in." Hermione rolled her eyes, before walking over to the couch and flopping onto it. Tonks immediately listed until her head lay in the other witch's lap and Hermione's fingers, immediately, started running through the short, black hair.

Draco didn't miss the sad look Bill and Fleur shared.

Daphne licked her lips. "We're not intruding?"

"No." Hermione shook her head. "Ido, please get chairs for our guests."

Nine ornate chairs popped into the living room.

"Wow, Mia, didn't think you'd buy something like this." Draco smirked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. She hadn't, they were from her manor.

The Slytherins slowly sank into the chairs, nervous to be in the presence of the female member of the Golden Trio.

"'Ermione, what did you want uz 'ere for." Fleur asked.

"First," Hermione looked at the Slytherins. "What do you five think of blood status?"

Astoria sat up straight. "It's rubbish. I'm a Pureblood and you are a better witch than I am. Oh, you know its true Daphne, did you see her during the battle?"

Hermione smirked. "Thank you…"

"Astoria Greengrass." Draco supplied. "Three years below us in Hogwarts."

"Thank you." Hermione smiled at him.

"Muggleborns are dangerous." Blaise stated.

"Is the danger of witch hunts the only reason you don't like muggleborns?" Hermione cocked her head.

Blaise nodded. "Yes."

"That and they know nothing about our culture." Theo added.

"My father was a muggle." Tracie frowned. "We had to hide our magic from him. I was so glad when he cheated on mother and they got a divorce."

Hermione nodded. "So, it's the fact they, we, bumble into your world and bring the danger of another witch hunt?"

"For us." Draco nodded. "The fanatics are in prison or dead."

Daphne sighed. "We all know you're dating her, Draco. It was in this morning Prophet."

"Really?" Hermione and Draco shared a smirk.

"You brought it?" Draco asked the elder of the Greengrass siblings.

The Slytherin witch nodded.

Draco extended his hand and took it out of her hand. "Oh look, Mia 'War Hero Assaults Ex-Girl Friend, Ex-Death Eater Protects Her' more info on page 29."

"Her bracelet?" Daphne pushed.

"Draco gave it to me." Hermione twisted her wrist so the snakes caught the light. "I quite like it."

"You do know what it means?" Tonks mumbled into Hermione's thigh.

"I do." Hermione softly stated.

"Hermione."

The witch ran her fingers through the Metamorphagous' hair, stilling any disagreement. "Any more questions?"

"Waz it staged?" Fleur asked.

"Partially." Draco answered. "We didn't count on Weasel's reaction."

"This is more than an announcement to your understanding." Daphne stated.

Hermione hummed.

"Hermione." Bill chuckled. "Don't leave these poor Snakes in suspense."

"What do you think of the Order of the Phoenix?" Hermione asked.

Before anyone else could answer, Tonks growled. "Those rat bastards, they know Teddy isn't a werewolf. He asked me if there was something wrong with him. Did you know that?!"

Hermione's fingers hadn't stilled. "I was there."

"They make him take wolfsbane." Luna stated mater-of-factly. "They threatened to take him away if we don't give it to him."

"Aren't you part of the Order?" Theo asked.

Luna shook her head. "I wasn't, but his parents were."

Fleur looked at the Slytherins. "Veela are almost az bad az werewolvez in zeir eyez."

"I married one." Bill wrapped an arm around his wife's waist. He neglected to mention that scars on his face were from an attack from Fenrir Greyback.

"Your only friends are those who left the Order." Draco breathed. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought it was irreverent?" Hermione bit her lip.

Tonks snorted. "Yeah, the only people who stood by you after Ron almost killed you."

"What?!" Blaise exclaimed. "That wasn't in the paper."

Fleur scowled. "It waz worse zan when s'e waz dropped on my doorstep during zee war."

"Now you see why we don't like the current regime?" Luna asked.

"You told them?" Draco looked at Hermione.

"No." She shook her head. "Luna may think differently, but she's smart."

The Slytherins exchanged a look.

"You're right." Theo nodded. "We hate it. They took so much from us and they are living lives of decadence. And getting away with too much."

"I plan on changing that, with your help." Hermione stated with conviction.

Tonks sighed. "You've tried."

"This time will be different." Hermione leaned over and placed a kiss to her hair. "This time I plan on making them listen. It'll take a while, but I plan on grasping my birthright."

"No offence." Daphne frowned and bit her lip. "But what birthright does a muggleborn have?"

Hermione smirked. "I plan on taking over the Ministry and depositing power to the remaining Sacred Twenty-eight. I plan on bringing muggleborns into our world as infants. I plan on being queen."

The flat was silent; had there been crickets, you would have been able to hear them.

"How do you plan on doing that, Granger?" Blaise asked.

"Selwyn." Draco smirked. He realized exactly what his witch had done just then.

Tonk's head shot up. "Excuse me?"

"According to Warwick, I am the last of the Selwyn line." Hermione's eyes gleamed. "And entitled to all rights therein."

"Warwick, you spoke to Warwick." Bill swallowed.

Hermione hummed and twirled a curl around her finger. "I did. They had some of my blood from when we broke in."

Fleur hissed. She was still upset about that, five years later.

"How will that make you queen." Tracie asked.

Daphne looked from Draco to Hermione. "The Selwyn are descendant from Morgan le Fay and Author Pendragon via their son Mordred."

Hermione nodded. "Very good."

"You plan on pushing the medieval angle?" Blaise asked.

A smirk appeared on the witch's face. "Oh, I do. First we need to find dirt on the Order. I already have an in in the Ministry. I want to know what you all can do."

Daphne pursed her lips. "I'm not dating anyone like you and Draco are."

"It's not political." Draco shook his head. "Well the publicity part is."

"Daphne," Hermione leaned over Tonk's head. "What can you do to help me? Other than host society dinners."

The Slytherin witch visibly bristled. "I'll have you know that I freelance for multiple magazines and the Prophet."

"Good." Hermione nodded. "Start writing about the Order Member's lives. Make sure to emphasize how much money they spend. I might have you confer with Rita Skeeter, she's in my pocket."

"I won't have to emphasize much." Daphne muttered. She chose to ignore that the Golden Girl already had someone in her pocket.

"Theo, what can you do?"

The black haired boy grinned. "My family's library it at your disposal. I also know a thing or two about finance."

"Good, I'll get you a job in the Ministry." Hermione turned her attention to Blaise.

"But I'm the son of a Death Eater."

Hermione regarded Theo for a minute. "If Harry-the-idiot-Potter could Imperio a Goblin, I can Imperio a Ministry worker to hire you. Now, Blaise."

The dark skinned Slytherin swallowed. "I have some, rather seedy connections; I can start feeding Order dissent among the masses."

"Good, I'm glad to see that Draco's friends are not idiots." Hermione shook her head. "Astoria."

The younger Greengrass jumped in her seat. The (not so) Golden Girl terrified her. "My father wants me to marry."

Hermione grinned. A grin that made her friends and Draco gulp. "Who does he have in mind?"

Astoria shook her head. "He doesn't."

"Good, start visiting Wizarding Wizard Weasleys and speak with George."

"I thought you hated the Weasleys. No offence, Bill." Draco nodded in the man's direction.

"I zought you knew," Fleur smirked. "'e iz a Delacour."

"George never abandoned me, even when he was reeling with the loss of his twin." Hermione shook her head. "He still is, although he's better now."

"I can do that." Astoria nodded. "He's Scared Twenty-eight. And, from what I remember in school, very smart."

Hermione smiled. "Tracie."

"I'm a half blood."

"I don't care." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Now, what can you do for me?"

"There's this orphanage." The Halfblood shifted in her seat. "For war orphans. You should check it out."

Eying the blonde witch, Hermione grinned. "Good work. Can I get you a job in the Ministry?"

"Perhaps I could work in legal?"

"Is that a question?" Hermione arched an eyebrow.

"No." Tracie shook her head.

"Then yes, I'll get you a job in legal." Hermione turned to Luna. "We'll need use of your printing press eventually."

"What's mine is yours, but not in the same way as what's yours in mine."

"Thank you." Hermione inclined her head. "Bill, Fleur, you're our in with the Goblins. Just speak with Warwick."

Bill nodded.

"Nymph," Hermione ran her fingers through the ex-Auror's hair. "Is there anything you want to do?"

No one missed how softly she spoke to the Metamorphagous.

"I could go back to being an Auror." Tonks offered.

"Do you want to?" Hermione hadn't stilled her fingers.

Nymphadora sat up and looked at her friend. "Would it help get those bastards out of power?"

Hermione bit her lip.

"And don't lie to me." Tonks jabbed her finger in Hermione's face.

"Probably." Hermione sighed.

"Then I'll be at work on Monday." Tonks nodded. "Tell them I've finally gotten over my dead husband and realized I needed to start taking care of my son and stop mooching off my friends."

"You don't have to."

"Hermione Jean Selwyn." Tonks shook her head. "I know that."

"Thank you, and it's actually Hermione Morgana Selwyn."

"Oh, that's perfect." Daphne grinned. The Old Families would love her.

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A/N: Hope this answers some more of your questions. The plan is in motion and we are off.