what if Hermione Granger was pure-blooded and Slytherin? What if she never became friends with Ron and Harry?
Travel through the years of Hogwarts with Hermione to find out what it would be like if everything changed...
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After confronting potter, I came back to the three broomsticks but only to see Blaise and Wren, no Draco insight.
Apparently, he had decided to go off with Crabbe and Goyle to torment first years, my brother, a very nervous Wren, and I decided to leave him behind and go back to the castle.
Half an hour after we had sat on the sofa Draco had come bursting in, Cronies by his side as usual but all dripping wet
"Potter and his friends again... please tell me why we can't turn him in for that cloak?" yes, I had told him about the cloak
"I don't know, I just have this feeling we shouldn't do it... anyway, how did you manage this" I gestured to his wet hair and drenched clothes
"He threw snow balls at us the prick and I got Goyle to get rid of all the snow but this idiot just melted it" Wren and I stifled a laugh at this
"come here, Wren you do those two" Wren reluctantly picked up her wand and walked to Grabbe and Goyle, I picked up my wand and walked to the blond
"what are you gonna do with that?" he asked warily, standing back a bit
"shut up, aqua evanescet"
every drop of water that was in his clothes or hair fell to the floor, creating a puddle
"I still haven't perfected that spell yet" I muttered, ready to place my wand in the wand holster on my arm
her wand holster
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"oi! Inkwood, let mione do Goyle" Draco stopped me putting my wand away and walked to Wren
"Gladly, I'm gonna go to... Blaise" she muttered his name
"why- I just said I cant do the spell" I groaned, following him
"that's why I'm gonna show you, point your wand towards him, turn your wand clockwise... not that far, merlin, like- this"
he stood behind me, one hand on my hip, the other on my hand, adjusting my stance
"and you say the spell" I wasn't paying attention, I was looking at him, never being this close except when I fell down the stairs- not now Hermione! "you need to say the spell for it to work you know?" he sang, chuckling a little
"what?- oh, oh yeah, aqua evanescet" instead of the water falling to the floor it disappeared completely, not a drop in sight
"there you go" he moved away from me, once again I had that feeling of loss before it was replaced by my eyesight going foggy and disappearing before materializing in the room above the three broomsticks
"Peter Pettigrew tried to warn the Potters, and might have managed to had he not run into an old friend- Sirius black"
Peter Pettigrew was James potter's friend in Hogwarts, mother told me before, Sirius black was also a friend of James but he was the murderer who outed the potters
"Black was vicious, he didn't kill Pettigrew, he destroyed him! A finger, that's all that was left, a finger nothing else" Fudge exclaimed, even though all this sounded horrible I still felt that Black was innocent... but why?
"oh yes, Black may never have put his hands to the potters, but he's the reason they're dead"
"and now he wants to finish what he started" and yet I still can't believe it for some reason...
"I don't believe it" me neither Rosmerta, me neither
"ah, that's not the worst of it" it's not?
"what could be worse?"
"This—Sirius black is, was and remains to this day... harry Potters godfather"
my vision cleared back to the common room again
"so?" Draco was standing in front of me
"Sirius Black is Potter's godfather, no telling" with that I turned on my heel and walked to my dorm
*
"I'm guessing it went well for you?"
Its been about a week, a few days ago Draco announced (very dramatically might I add- as in standing on the Slytherin table in the common room and screaming it) that buckbeak the hippogriff would be put on trial, this made no sense to me, a hippogriff on trial? For hurting his arm? It just didn't seem right
"hell yeah, the nasty chicken has been sentenced to death" I scowled at him, it didn't deserve death
"you can be a real twat sometimes you know that?" I stood up angrily, everyone staring at me
"what do you mean?" Draco's smile dropped
"I mean the hippogriff scratched you, it doesn't deserve death, you insulted it first so you don't get to retaliate when they do something back with stupid excuses" I resisted the urge to slap him and stormed up to my dorm, everyone's eyes on me
I don't know why I give a shit about that Hippogriff anyway
Someone knocked on the door
"if your Draco; fuck off, if your wren; come in, if your anyone else; piss off" I heard a scoff that definitely was not Wren and someone opened the door
"I'm not Wren but if you know me well enough you know I don't listen to the rules twinsie"
Blaise
"I don't wanna talk Blaise" I muttered, laying under my quilt and hiding my head under the pillow
"that would be a pity if he cared" curious, I sat up, but only to see Blaise was gone and Draco was standing there
"Either it's that time of the month or this isn't about a hippogriff" he smirked, I threw a pillow at him, he dodged it "Alright, alright, is this about the other day?" I nodded "I told you already, father sent me a letter a few minutes before and I took my anger out on you, I'm sorry"
*yesterday*
"hey, Dra- oh, sorry" I accidentally pushed his ink off his desk, I knelt down and started cleaning it up
"your so fucking stupid Hermione" this caught me off guard, I stood up and saw his face was flushed red with anger
"it's just some ink I can clear it-"
"no, no, just- just go back to your life and let me deal with your shit ok?" I gave a short dry laugh
"wow, Draco, it's ink for merlin's sake, no need to be such a bitch about it" I scoffed and turned around ready to leave when he grabbed my hand
"I'm sorry... My dad just sent me a letter, telling me how he wants me to-"
"no, Draco, ok? You can't just say stuff like that and then make excuses because you're too much of a coward to stand up to your father"
* normal time*
"you- you got a letter from your father, and you took it out on me? That's not how it fucking works ok? You don't 'take your anger out' on other people" I sighed, realizing I've taken my anger out on him more than once "Alright, alright fine, I forgive you but get out of my room I have stuff to do" I stood up and ushered him out, closing the door and sighing in relief.
It's hard to be mad at him for more than a few minutes never mind 2 days
