Slytherins

SLYTHERINS

Chapter 2

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...when you love someone
you’ll do anything
you’ll do all the crazy things
that you can’t explain
you’ll shoot the moon
put out the sun
when you love someone...
Bryan Adams, When You Love Someone
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or its characters, Joanne Kathleen Rowling does, therefore I here declare that the use of which I make of them in this story is for pure money-free fun. I earn nothing from it except the delight of writing how I would like it to continue.

Notes: This is a Draco\\Hermione fanfiction so don’t get your ideas twisted in some weird threesome hm? This is also my first Harry Potter fanfiction by this I’m not asking you to be gentle because I will accept any review as long as it’s constructive. For further information read bottom notes. Since you’ve been so patient I’ll also give you a preview of chapter three.

Warning: This fanfiction will contain heavy swearing, sex and violence. It is not fit for every reader I just hope you realize that you’re not reading just a romance. I’m making it as realistic as possible(in a magical world) and yet modeling it in what I would like it to be.

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LAST TIME:

As the four of them sat silently Hermione noticed the troubled expressions of her parents, then switching her glare to the young man she noticed that he too had a grim look.

“May I know what is going on here?” asked Hermione not daring to ask any further.

Sighing heavily Mrs. Granger looked up from her hands and began narrating what had been kept secret to our Hermione.


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“It is believed that Salazar Slytherin died without direct heirs, however that is not so. He had a son whom was named Salazar Slytherin II. However this wizard never made himself known to the world after the crude death of his father for fear of non acceptance, the truth about Salazar Slytherin’s death died as a secret, with his son. His mother was none other than Godric’s older sister Leticia. The birth of his son was met with the death of Leticia which Salazar seemed to have dearly and truly loved. Initially he blamed himself for his wife’s death but when he found out that Leticia’s death was due to a misjudgment of her condition, Salazar lost his sanity. The fact that the mediwitch was a half-blood stroked the last draw and that’s where the war of Slytherin began. However for Merlin knows what reason, never had anybody heard of Salazar’s son after that. Slytherins perpetrated through eras until today. Eighteen years ago Salazar Slytherin VIII married Amethyst Estes whom bore him three twins. When Voldemort found out that Slytherin’s succession had not died with the first Salazar he hunted Salazar and Amethyst until he found them and killed them. The reason was quite simple, if it was known to the world that Slytherins still walked the ground, true Slytherins at that, then he was doomed for it meant that he wasn’t Salazar Slytherin’s direct heir,” Mrs. Granger suddenly began sobbing and turned to her husband searching help from him with pleading eyes.

Hermione and the young boy looked at each other and then at the woman that she knew as her muggle mother and he knew as his muggle aunt, astounded by the fact that the woman before her knew such a story. Eager to know the rest of the tale and what all this had to do with their muggle family they both turned to Mr. Granger whom nodded and continued the story.

“Voldemort used a false excuse for the assassination of Slytherin and his wife, saying they were muggle lovers and stood by Dumbledore. He even dared call them traitors to the Slytherin brotherhood. The servants of Salazar Slytherin and lady Amethyst were very faithful to them, they were muggle-born wizards and so they knew immediately after the raid began that only they could keep the three children safe from Voldemort’s hands. The two servants are us. You Hermione are the little girl we saved that night while this young man that we have sent to our distant relatives in Germany, is the second we saved that night. His name is Salazar like tradition wants, Salazar IX. However we didn’t know which of you three would end up to be his heir. Your third twin, Salazar X should soon arrive from France where he lived for all these years with other relatives of ours. As you may have noticed we have arranged so that you would attend to different schools which are Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, this for the simple reason that we weren’t sure if it was safe to let the world know of the existence of real Slytherins.”

Hermione couldn’t help but gasp at such news. She was a Slytherin by blood and name yet thanks to Leticia’s blood she had been conducted to Gryffindor house. Would they all be now attending Hogwarts? If so, where would her new found brothers end up? As if reading her mind Hermione heard her brother utter the question that had been floating in her head.

“How come we have been told of this only now?” he asked with a secure tone.

It was Mrs. Granger who answered the question, “Dumbledore has informed us that they are sure of Voldemort’s close attack and he has told us a couple of days ago that your presence should be finally presented to the world after so many decades of silence,” said the woman between sobs finally collapsing on her husband’s shoulders where she cried.

“I take it we will be changing residence then?” dared Salazar again.

“Yes,” came the answer of Mr. Granger when suddenly the doors of the living room opened and in stepped the third element.

“No need to explain me anything, I have already been told by Patricia and Jerome Granger uncle Thomas. I’m here only to take my brother and sister to Slytherin castle. If you have decide to come back to work for us then I can only say you are welcome to,” said the tenth Salazar.

“Salazar, Hermione, follow me please,” said the new arrival with his French accent.

Hermione however was still under shock and only presently was able to process the new information clearly, “I think we should first fix the legal things such as our surnames and stuff before we head into a world that is new to us,” she suggested feeling stupid right after she said it.

“She’s right you know,” said the German Salazar, “moreover we should also find a name for us or maybe we should just use our second names. My second name is Lestaw,” he finished.

“Mine is Ewan,” presented himself the French Salazar, afterwards the two brothers turned to Hermione.

“My second name is Leticia, even though I don’t think you could get confused with me,” said Hermione unsure of what to think of the fact that she had just found two brothers who shared her same blood and aspect. To her relief her brothers laughed at her joke and took each, one of her hands and then headed to the fire place followed on suite by the Grangers who would have to bid goodbye to the daughter they had grown to love so much. The first one to step into the fire place was Lestaw, he grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it at his feet saying Slytherin Castle, immediately after he was gone Ewan stepped in and voiced the same location. Hermione was the last to step in and she had quite a hard time at not giving into the wave of tears that threatened to fall. Overcome by the realization of her new life Hermione bid a tearful goodbye to those whom she had thought her parents from the day she was born. By no means her affection towards them would diminish however she was aware that from now on, life as it once promised to be had changed course in one night. Not at all proud of what Slytherins as brotherhood had become, Hermione could only understand and relate to her great grandfather. She didn’t know what she’d to if faced with the death of a lover, she had never encountered such experience. She respected her blood line and her name, she just hoped that her friends would come to terms with the real her and hopefully even her brothers.

“Slytherin Castle!”


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“Albus, I’m sure you understand the gravity of it shall it be told. I’m sure the one who shall have more trouble is young miss Granger,”

“Slytherin, miss Slytherin my dear Minerva,” interrupted Dumbledore only to receive a glare from his counterpart, “what do you have to say Severus?” beckoned Dumbledore.

“I see it as a more vast danger. It surely won’t affect the three as much as the whole wizard world. He-who-must-not-be-named will surely try something at the expense of Hogwarts’ students,” affirmed professor Snape fixing his gaze on a painting while he was strolling back and forth in front of a window.

“I see,” said Dumbledore and then took a minute to sit down and immerse himself in thought. A couple of minutes went by and there was a knock at the door.

“Who is it?” asked Dumbledore and received a dry response from Madame Pomfrey herself. After she had come in they all waited for her to speak the motive of her presence.

“I’m sorry but I couldn’t help but hear the arrival of Salazar’s heirs,” began Madame Pomfrey with a tone of voice that unnerved professor Snape.

“My family has always been in dept with Salazar Slytherin for all he has done to ensure our survival. I would take it on my own hands to protect the three young ones for I know how important they are to the demise of he-who-must-not-be-named. I never believed in what he preached for the simple reason that he could never understand what its like to be a pureblood in heart. He has taken Slytherin’s personal war towards inept witches and wizards and has extended it to all muggle born wizards and witches for personal vendetta and thirst of power. I’m proud to assess that my great grandfather had known Salazar Slytherin before the tragic accident that brought his cruelest side to the world. There was a reason after all for his friendship with Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff and even though that reason resided in the past I believe it strong enough to have survived in the heart of the founders of the four houses. I hope Albus will grant me this wish, a wish my family has dreamed of ever since we met Salazar’s wife Leticia Slytherin,” said Madame Pomfrey almost crying, her eyes red with tears of emotional anxiety.

“What do you say my dear friends?” asked Dumbledore looking at the professors in the room; as they all nodded giving their consent he turned with a bright smile to Madame Pomfrey letting her leave.


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Hermione woke to a brutal knock on her door. Slumping over her large bed she made her way through the tendrils that concealed her sleeping form and searched for her robe.

“Who is it?” asked the young girl heading to the door while her bare feet walked over warm carpets and the blazing warm fire place heated the room in a comfortable way. Opening the door she was greeted by Lestaw who was wearing a dark green cloak, with an emerald S.S. sewn on it, over a gray suite fit for a wizard of noble lineage.

“Our list of books has arrived early this morning and since Ewan is still busy taking care of the legal stuff with the Grangers he can’t come. Well...uhm...I was wondering if you’d like to come with me to Diagon Alley and get our school stuff and a new cauldron for me since I burnt mine last night during an experiment,” asked Lestaw in such a rush that Hermione was barely able to understand all of it. In fact it took her a couple of seconds to organize the jumbled statements, make a logical connection and produce and answer.

“Of course, I just need five minutes to get ready. Why don’t you wait for me in the hall?” proposed Hermione with a sincere smile. Receiving a nod from her brother she closed her door and walked back inside. She would’ve had had to leave it to the house elves to organize it all because the days didn’t seem long enough for her to study and settle in and now that the day after tomorrow school would start at Hogwarts she had lesser time. Deciding for a nice brown scottish skirt, she wore a white blouse and a dark brown sleeveless sweater. Pulling on a black cloak with an H.S. sewn on it she proceeded to wear her regular black moccasins on her white socks. She then made her way downstairs only to meet nobody but a note. Walking towards the table that held it she retrieved the peace of sheet and read the black ink.

I’m deeply sorry for my sudden absence but I’ve been called by Ewan to see a legal matter. I hope you won’t get angry with me, the list is on the entrance table. I’m also ashamed of asking you but would you mind getting our things too? We’ll try to come to reach you at Diagon Alley as soon as we can.
Love, Lestaw

Feeling utterly stupid for going on her own, Hermione sighed and walked towards the living room, well the first living room. She then walked towards the fire place and stepped right into it, she then grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it at her feet saying Diagon Alley clearly.


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When she opened her eyes she was right where she expected to be. Feeling a bit lonely, Hermione walked towards the three broomsticks where she ordered a jug of butterbeer. There she stayed for nearly half an hour relaxing. Maybe being alone wasn’t such a bad idea. In less than a day she would once again be surrounded by her busy prefect life and her crowd of dearest friends. That is if they didn’t decide to lay off her once the news broke out. Then again she knew she would still have her brothers. Her brothers, there was another subject she could never tire of thinking about. All of her life she had felt like something was missing, that was probably why she befriended male more easily. For the last six years she had looked at Harry and Ron as the brothers she never had. Now she had them though, her twins. Finally together. Sighing Hermione got up and paid her butterbeer, afterwards she took out the list of things she needed to get for Ewan and Lestaw. She then walked out of the three broomsticks and made her way towards the closest cauldron shop.

Not even an hour later she was already out of her mind. I mean how utterly annoying can it get? Suddenly she heard a group of people laughing. Curiosity caught her and she walked towards the source of the jovial laughing. There stood a white blond Draco Malfoy holding audience to his group of cronies which consisted of Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson, Zabini and some other fifth years. The sole concept of Malfoy being a prefect might have made her shiver in disgust a couple of days ago, now though it didn’t even bother her one bit. Now she had the power and society’s authority to curse him. Then one of them caught her attention, it was Zabini. What had Mrs. Granger said a couple of days ago about her mother’s real family name? Their mother’s name was Amethyst...Amethyst Estes but she was a Zabini. Oh good Merlin she was related to Blaise. Walking up to the group she fell expressionless. She did however acknowledge the others changing expression and demeanor so as to intimidate the unwelcome presence.

“What do you want mudblood?” asked rudely Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle nodding as they shared her wonder.

“What happened Granger? Potty and Weasel dumped you?” asked Draco gaining an uproar of laughs from his group. However Hermione didn’t even flinch at their statements as they all kept on insulting her. All except Blaise whom she had never seen insult anybody unless they asked for it.

“I need to talk to you Blaise, family matters,” said Hermione finally stopping in front of her probable cousin.

“Of course, Draco I’ll only be a minute,” said Zabini as he got up.

“What’s the meaning of this? What do you have to do with the mudblood Blaise?” asked Draco now seriously curious.

“I’ll tell you after Draco,” said finally Zabini and he led Hermione towards a dark alley.

“You better,” concluded Draco having the last word. He then turned to his group and bid them goodbye making them understand that their presence wasn’t wanted anymore. A couple of minutes went by before a dark-green cloaked figure strode up to him. Then after analyzing him for some time, the figure let his cape slide of his head to reveal a spitting image of Hermione only with much shorter hair and male features.

“I assume you’re a Malfoy...Draco Malfoy isn’t it?” asked the stranger.

“I assume that too, what do you want from me? Are you Granger’s male clone or what?” asked Draco quite confident that this guy knew her.

“Ah you caught me! No, seriously, have you seen her?” asked the guy only gaining a glare from Draco.

“I don’t usually talk to who I haven’t been presented,” spat Draco now getting angry by such insolence.

“Oh yeah, I’m Lestaw...Lestaw Snape. So, do you happen to know where she went?” said the newly-named anonymous figure.

Had his ears just deceived him? This Lestaw had just claimed to be of Snape’s family. Then Draco’s eyes traveled down to his cloak as he made out the S.S., he knew it! However if this guy knew Granger then he also had to know Potter and that meant his father would soon know him too being he in good relations with Snape, death eater relations, “Yeah I saw her, she interrupted us and took Blaise Zabini to that alley...something about family matters,” Draco wasn’t finished and Lestaw was already heading towards the alley he had just pointed to muttering a couple of curse words even Draco had to admit of not knowing. Not one to be left out of the light, Draco followed Lestaw and soon all four of them were standing there.

“What have you told him Hermione?!” rumbled Lestaw gaining Blaise’s scared face and Hermione’s alert one.

“I have only asked him about Amethyst, Lestaw really it was unnecessary of you to have such an outcome. He would have come to know after all!” said Hermione with a tone that matched Lestaw’s.

“No Hermione, we have arranged differently,” said Lestaw quieting down and reaching out a hand for Hermione to hold.

“Why must I always be the last to know? How come you didn’t talk about it with me?!” asked Hermione refusing to move.

“Not here Hermione, come home and I’ll explain everything,” said Lestaw in a sweet tone that had Draco surprised and Hermione enchanted. She smiled at Lestaw and took his hand walking away, Lestaw however turned around and spared Blaise one last glance followed by a menacing warning, “don’t either of you utter one single word about what happened here or you’ll wish the avada curse was the only one I know. Specially you Blaise, you best forget anything she told you. Come Hermione, we are attended,” said Lestaw almost whispering the last phrase in Hermione’s ear.

Once Hermione and Lestaw were out of sight Draco turned to Blaise with an expecting glance that gave no way around what he was asking Blaise to do.

“Explain,” ordered Draco.

“There’s not much to say Draco. We didn’t have enough time to talk over details. She just informed me that she isn’t a mudblood and-” realizing the danger of letting a Malfoy know of this Blaise immediately took a step backwards and kept silent trying to make up a believable lie to say.

“And?!” asked Draco with anger seeping through every letter.

“She asked me out! Happy now?!” asked Blaise forcing himself to sound angry so as to hide the entity of the lie he was perpetrating.

Draco had a hard time processing the idea of mudblood Granger coming out with such a request after telling him she wasn’t a mudblood. Then one name popped out and directed his next question, “Who’s Amethyst then? Why did that guy didn’t want her to talk to you about Amethyst?” asked Draco with mistrust.

“Amethyst is my ex and Lestaw’s new girlfriend, Hermione wanted to make sure I wasn’t still involved with her before we went out together,” lied Blaise wondering where that had come out from. He then looked at Draco and had to stop a sigh of relief when he noticed his façade shift back into his regular disgusted one. He had believed his lies.

“I wonder if what she told you is the truth,” muttered Draco walking towards the three broomsticks.

“I really think she was saying the truth Draco, I think it’s better if you lay off her though. I know Lestaw, I think his warning wasn’t groundless and as much as I hate to say this, I’d miss your sorry ass if you were to die on me,” muttered Blaise deciding that acting his usual ass self was in order.

“Have you just said what I think you did? You have just insulted me threatening my power, however I too think that its best not to risk, specially if Granger’s involved. I surely don’t want Dumbledore and the golden trio on my back,” said Draco drinking his butterbeer and playing with the bag full of gold coins his father had given him.

“You know? I think I’ll take the risk and accept Hermione’s advances. I mean, wouldn’t it be nice to have a Gryffindor head over heals on me, one of the golden trio nonetheless, I mean it’s not like I went for it because in reality she did,” said Blaise creating a cover on what he intended to be a serious relationship between his cousin and him, however a relationship far from romantic.

“Do as you wish and don’t worry, I’ll keep Slytherins away from her only to see Potter’s sad face though. I on the other hand would like to know how that Lestaw is related to the Snape family,” said Draco gaining unknowingly a firm glare from Blaise.


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Well I didn’t expect such reviews, not that I’m not grateful but I just wanted to clear one thing without sounding disrespectful towards other people’s opinion: I didn’t put Mariah Carey’s lyrics just because I like the song(because I do appreciate Butterfly), the sole function it served was to interpret how Hermione will feel after her long journey begins and it refers to her childhood’s world...well I take the blame for not notifying the song’s only role: it was what it said not the song in itself.
As for Lucius I wanted Draco to witness his father’s deportation to Azkaban.
Now for thanking those nice people who reviewed...thank you †_†
I’m sorry but I don’t have internet access at home so I have to go to an internet point café...I know lousy! This said I hope you’ll understand if I don’t name each of you and if I take a long time to update, I’ll try my best in next chapter.

P.S. keep reading!

P.S. 2 – I almost forgot the preview of chapter 3, here goes:

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This is getting unnerving, with each step I can feel my heart beating faster and I wonder why. Then I remember, I’m miss Slytherin, that’s why! I’m just anxious, stupid anxiety! I feel like screaming bloody curses to the first one I meet. Yet I don’t know why I restrain myself. Walking across my floor to the boy’s section I knock on my brother’s door and moments later someone opens the door yet it’s not my brother, it’s...no, it could never be! It’s Malfoy! The nasty pure- SHIT! Now why would Malfoy be in my brother’s room? Suddenly a light bulb turns on in the nasty area of my mind.

“What are you doing here Malfoy?” I ask as coolly as I can manage without bursting out what I really wanted to yell at him.

“Good morning to you too Grange-...Slytherin,” he replies with a smirk that I so want to clean off his face. I drown my belligerent instinct and I walk past him inside the room. Why?

“Tell me something Malfoy?” I begin and then turn to him to meet his nod, “seriously, are you trying to hit on my brother?” I ask with as much nonchalance as I can manage even though I have this really big necessity to blow on his face in sheer laughter, yet I once again restrain myself; again, why? When I’m done checking on my self control I take a glance of my opponent only to meet his white face, if you can actually get whiter than that without needing blood transfusion.
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