Slytherins

SLYTHERINS

Chapter 4

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... I just want to feel safe in my own skin
I just want to be happy again
I just want to feel deep in my own world
but I\'m so lonely I don\'t even want to be with myself anymore
On a different day if I was safe in my own skin
then I wouldn\'t feel so lost and so frightened
But this is today and I\'m lost in my own skin...
Dido, Honestly ok
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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.

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:

“Now come dear sister, I believe that is enough, don’t you agree Malfoy?” came Ewan’s voice as he walked closer up to Hermione and grabbed her cold hand.

“I quite agree my dear friend,” responded Draco and successively smirked and glared at his fellow house mates beckoning them to stand and walk behind him as he headed towards the brothers, “there’s no need to vent on our poor vult-I mean head girl for our house mates’ absence of spinal cord and for their hypocrisy. Come now, we have potions first,” said Ewan stretching out a hand for Hermione to hold and she did. Taking his offer she stopped only to grab Lestaw’s and they walked out of the great hall followed by all the Slytherins leaving the other three houses in the great hall.

As the bell rang everybody began filing out from the great hall in complete silence. The funny yet dramatic fact was that today was only the first one.

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“Are you sure?”

“Yes milady, Lefty just reported directly from the school’s kitchens. They are back,”

“Very well. Leave me alone now and if he summons me don’t reply. Don’t do anything I personally don’t order,” spoke the mistress of the house.

“Yes milady, whatever milady Malfoy says Lupe does milady,” bowed the house elf and disappeared into nothingness. The mistress of the house simply sat at her desk and pulled out a golden key used as a pendant to her golden necklace. Narcissa took the key and positioned it over a particular spot on the desk and suddenly an old wooden box appeared. Positioning the key in its locket the witch opened the box and extracted her promise, the bowl with the pensive that contained the truths she had hidden from Lucius, Voldemort and Dumbledore. Now her last ingredient was the only thing that stopped her from fulfilling her greatest achievement of her life. She had to keep a promise that so many generations ago had been betrayed because of power.

Finally removing the mask she had worn almost all her life, Narcissa Malfoy took out a small picture of herself and Lucius when they were at Hogwarts. The most beautiful Black and the last Malfoy, they were both smiling and looking into each other’s eyes while Lucius caressed her face with a tenderness that she had almost forgotten how it felt to be free to see, to smell, to hear, to look, to speak and to touch.

“Soon Tom, soon you’ll meet Narcissa Black,” mumbled the white blond haired woman caressing the picture’s frame.


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The first to walk in were the Gryffindors. As they sat on their side of the class they chattered as silently as possible.

“Maybe we should give them a chance, was it Ron? Wasn’t that what you said this morning?” asked Neville as he positioned himself on his seat next to Seamus.

“You do realize now what they truly are, Merlin knows how they ended up in Gryffindor being them Slytherins in name and fact. Slimy disgusting little things that don’t deserve to live!” growled Neville as he stared down Ron while Harry kept scribbling on his parchment. Suddenly the doors burst open and in stepped five Slytherins opening the doors for someone else to pass. Soon enough Malfoy and the Slytherin brothers were walking in with their typical higher-than-thou demeanor.

As Hermione walked by Neville, he stood up abruptly and spoke what practically all Gryffindors where wondering.

“Hermione, it’s clear enough that you’re a Slytherin not only in name so why don\'t you give up the Gryffindor prefect badge to a more deserving Gryffindor?!” demanded Neville.

When Hermione stopped and turned they were all surprised to see a satisfied smile grace her lips, feeling awkward about the whole situation all the presents fell silent.

“Let me get this straight. One, I’m the only female Gryffindor that actually has Godric’s blood flowing in her veins. Two, I’m told of my true legacy a couple of days before coming to school and instead of finding loyalty in my fellow Gryffindors I find hostility. Three, the hostility is then aimed at my brother you haven’t even bothered to get to know. Four, you insult my name. You are the epitome of hypocrisy and yet you can manage to pull out your guts so only to tell me to get lost. For being a pureblood you sure are stupid, you’re a disgrace to my eyes so leave my presence this instant!” billowed Hermione walking ahead and sitting in the Slytherin side of the class.

“Pureblood-ness has nothing to do with intelligence Hermione, I had hoped you were the first to acknowledge it,” said suddenly Harry as he stopped whatever he was scribbling and stood up. He then moved one foot ahead of the other as he closed the distance between himself and the Slytherin female. At first unable to utter a come back Hermione simply stood there watching him stare at her with unease shining in his eyes.

The hisses coming from the Slytherins was a clear advertisement to Harry to not get any closer to whom they had figured out to be their female leader. However they silenced once Hermione stepped closer to Harry.

“Or are you betraying the principals with which you have lived for five years?” asked suddenly Ron as he too neared Hermione.

“Oh no, I believe it is you who have betrayed what we were Weasley. As for you Potter, I had thought you would be more understanding to my situation for I believe you know very well what it feels like to feel shunned from those you thought were all your life, just because you’re who you are...fated to be,” said Hermione referring to Harry’s constant fear of being shunned for his close relation with Voldemort. To this Harry paled and Ron moved closer to his friend coming to understand how deep their words were cutting into what was meant to be an iron friendship.

“Five years ago I have been sorted into Gryffindor, because I now know, I have the courage to live as who I am,” said Hermione as she let one single tear spring from her eyes and roll delicately down her soft cheek ending its travel on the dungeon’s cold floor. The Gryffindors who had thought she would change sides suddenly felt the weight of misjudgment and they all fell silent and walked back to their places never once daring to look up at their former male prefect. The edgy feeling that things would never return like they once were simply couldn’t be dismissed. It was during this awkward moment of pondering that Snape swept in.

“Very well class. I see you have all made it into this year almost,” and he looked at Neville, “unharmed!”, he then paused to take notice of the class’s silence. He had known the news would create some problems but this type of reaction wasn’t one of the welcomed because silence only brought thinking and to think in this state could only bring bad thoughts.

“This year we’ll be starting off with the sempreviva potion. Who knows what the sempreviva potion does?” asked Snape surveying the entire class and to his amazement he noticed that Hermione’s hand had remained down adjoined to her other hand. Then out of nowhere Neville screeched as a Slytherin had just sent him a slime hex that made him feel as if a million crawling creatures were taking a tour of all his body leaving scratches and slime behind as their trail. Snape could only roll his eyes at such childish pranks and was about to voice his authority when Hermione simply sat straight and turned 180 degrees staring down the Slytherin boy who turned out to be Goyle. Snape, had it not been for his great self control, stood on his place observing as Goyle bowed in excuse and turned his volatile attention towards his parchment. When he had recovered from his shock he adverted his gaze towards the Gryffindor prefect.

“Miss Slytherin, would you mind accompanying your house mate Longbottom to Madame Pomfrey?” demanded Snape gaining worried glances from the Gryffindors and angry ones from the Slytherins.

“No sir...it’s ok...I feel quite alright professor...there’s no need for me to go see Madame Pomfrey,” stuttered Neville. However Snape only saw it as an attempt to cover what really lied underneath it all. It seemed the former miss Granger had instilled fear among her house mates and respect among Slytherins. Snape then directed his gaze towards Malfoy expecting an answering stare from the boy but was only met with a pleased grin. So he had wanted this to happen. Deciding it was better if he let the things flow like they should have, Severus Snape turned his attention back to the potion he was about to introduce.

“Sempreviva is a very ancient potion that dates back to ancient Rome. That is the period of its creation, legend says that it was firstly made by Venus herself. The potion makes women immortal but only in their souls. The potion entraps their soul in their body and if that body happens to die no matter how much alive the women are their bodies decompose and eventually they become nothing so it’s not exactly an immortality potion for the death of the body brings to consequent oblivion, unless the soul of the person who drank the potion finds refuge in another body via black magic. Now to start on the potion...” trailed off Snape.

Hermione listened attentively to the professor’s explanation. Who would be so dumb as to drink such a potion, if it were for her she would give anything to not remain in her body for a minute longer, she would even prefer to be Pansy in the very moment! Twisting her frown back into a fake smile, Hermione glanced back at her hands and began moving them automatically so as to produce the blasted potion out of sheer automatism. Never had she felt this way, even that time that Ron had made fun of her being a bookworm in first year she had never felt so out of place and never before had she wished to be out of her skin. How could all of this had happened? Only a couple of days ago she was a happy sixth year student of Hogwarts and look at her now. Pureblood, twin to other two boys, heir to the Slytherin fortune, prefect of the Gryffindor house and female role model to the Slytherins it seemed. She hated this situation but then again you can’t expect things never to change...evolve.

As the second hour of potions ended she collected her things and dug them into her bag, she then took the glass sampler and dipped it in the potion wearing her ever secure gloves, she then stuck a label bearing her name and Malfoy’s. She then gave it to him and began putting things away. Soon she felt a hand creep up her arm and reach her shoulder where it rested and gripped. Turning around she was met face to face with her cousin.

“Blaise,”

“I need to know if I can blow the cover with Malfoy. I’d like to know you better without having him think I’m hitting on you,”

“Why’s that?”

“Well because then he’ll get all curios and ask how it’s like to date miss Slytherin and all that shit,”

“Well then I suppose it’s ok if you tell him, just be careful what you say, you know what are the chances that what you proffer flows back to Tom’s circle,”

“I know...uhm...I was wondering...”

At this Hermione turned away from him and grabbed her bag, “what were you wondering cousin?” asked a voice from behind. It was Ewan with Lestaw right at his side.

“Are you coming tonight?” he asked in a secretive whisper to all of them.

“Of course we are Blaise, we’re Estes offspring too,” stated Lestaw gaining some sparkle in his eyes.

Blaise just smiled at his cousins and nodded, bending forward he kissed Hermione’s cheek and left the classroom, however when the three brothers reached the hall he was nowhere in sight.

“He’s staying with you Ewan isn’t he?” asked Hermione referring to Lestaw who grunted for being talked about while he was right there in front of them. Ewan simply nodded and headed towards the Great Hall followed by his brother and sister.


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When Draco walked into the Great Hall he was surprised to find that two members of the golden trio were standing at the end of the Slytherin table as if waiting for somebody. He walked up to them grinning at what he intended on telling them when suddenly the doors flew open and Zabini walked in with what appeared to be a searching heap. When he was able to find what he was looking for he walked right up to it.

“I have something very important to tell you Malfoy,” said the young Zabini, a mercurial-mood guy he was indeed observed the young Malfoy.

Draco simply surveyed the golden duo-ex-trio, they seemed in an urgent need to speak with a Slytherin and maybe he knew who. Draco grunted as the feeling of hatred for what he had made of his public persona forced him to maintain the mask, he simply nodded at Blaise and walked with him out of the great hall and out towards the lake.

He had kept silent during the whole walk towards their present location. Many thoughts were occupying his mind, some had to fight to keep his attention for as important as they were his interest seemed to want to wonder towards the Slytherin sister. Blinking away the shock of such a discovery, Draco cleared his throat and decided that it was the right moment to tell Blaise that he had an interest for her.

“I feel the obligation to tell you something as well Zabini,” suddenly spoke the young man. He fixed his cloak and played with his Slytherin ring. When he received no response from his counterpart he looked up and was met with a distressed Blaise Zabini that never before had he seen in his whole life.

Blaise pulled out of his reverie and simply nodded at Draco urging him to say what he needed to say.

“I think I have developed an interest as well for Hermione Slytherin,” blurted out Draco expecting an anger outburst from his “friend”. As time passed and he was still standing unscratched and with his ears totally weary from the silence, Draco asked Blaise to say something, “I had hoped that you would have some other reaction except this one. Look Zabini, I know it was her that asked you on a date yet I only wanted to let you know that I want her as well,” said Draco with his Malfoy coldness by which he was very well known.

“Sixteen years ago my dearest aunt Amethyst Zabini disappeared from society, a couple of months later she disappeared out of my life. We never knew if she was alive until one day my mother, who was also my aunt’s twin sister, received an owl from an irretraceable part of the wizard world. It was from aunt Amethyst, she only said that she had married to a pureblood wizard and not to worry, she also said that she had bore him triplets. Two boys and a girl. You see Malfoy, in my family the ones with real power are the women and they prefer when they birth females. Therefore my mother spoke to my father asking him to retrace aunt Amethyst in hopes of retrieving the precious little girl that was so needed to pass their name, Estes,” the raven haired young man removed his icy blue stare from the lake’s surface and placed it on Draco’s silver glance,

“So they’re your cousins, she’s your cousin,” stated Draco feeling relief flow in his peripheral veins. He could never taint his wizard pure blood with his own cousin’s. To even so much as think it was heretical to say the least, the concept in itself was abhorrent.

“You don’t need to worry about me getting in your way,” muttered Blaise as he began walking back to Hogwarts, “however I only want you to do one single thing,” said Blaise waiting for him to reply a nod.

“What is the condition?”

“Don’t fall in love, you’re different from her and you would only end harmed and trust me, they won’t be only physical bruises.” Finished the young Zabini.

Draco stood there contemplating the lake’s surface as every gust of wind created ripples on it’s surface. As the circlets got bigger and bigger Draco stood thinking about what Blaise had said, somehow he felt that something was amiss, there was something else to the truth his “friend” had just revealed him. He somehow felt that there was more to know about his friend’s family and the relations that tied him with the Slytherin brothers. Grumbling for allowing himself to wallow in such thoughts, Draco Malfoy shifted into the all so arrogantly handsome façade and strolled back to school to terrorize some first years and melt hearts of the younger and unknowing generation of witches.


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As Hermione stepped into the Great Hall all the students that were lightheartedly eating their lunch away abruptly stopped to witness the scenario before them. The brains of the was-golden-trio-now-duo, the bookworm of Hogwarts, the prefect of Gryffindor and last female descendant of Salazar Slytherin and Leticia Gryffindor strolled towards the Slytherin table as she noticed the three empty seats reserved for her and her brothers.

Lestaw suddenly was very aware of the silence and wariness that clenched to their presence. They were all waiting for something marvelously bizarre to happen. He simply didn’t feel like making up a show so as to please them all, he could suddenly feel his Slytherin genes start working and surfacing in his thoughts and mannerism as he simply strolled to his sister’s side and surpassed her directing himself to his seat at the Slytherin table. As soon as he was seated a group of a dozen Gryffindors suddenly stood up.

“No matter what wretched blood you have in your veins you’re expected to respect the house you were sorted into and so sit among us!” screamed Tyron Bosworth, a sixth year Gryffindor known for his restricted mind.

At this Crabbe, Goyle, Bulstrode and several other Slytherins hissed and began cussing throwing menacing glares. All the fifth years and below sat there in scared curiosity, to the first years it had already been a big thing to go to the same school as Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger and the fact that they were witnessing one of the most important revolutions at Hogwarts in decades was simply splendid. Now they even got to witness the splitting of the golden trio as they were mostly known as, the turning of Granger into the Slytherin princess worthy of sharing the throne beside Malfoy.

“Don’t you ever dare again use such a tone with me Tyron Bosworth or I’ll be forced to raise my wand against you!” stated Lestaw as he placed his dark green napkin on the right side of his plate.

Harry and Ron were suddenly aware that this was the beginning of a fight that would bring nothing more than damage to both houses.

“You have to stop this Hermione, please, lets talk about this in a private room,” requested Harry as he approached Hermione who only looked at him when he was close enough.

Harry was speechless, before him stood a very different Hermione, when he turned to look at Ron he was met with a worried glance from his friend, Ewan was glaring the poor Weasley into oblivion. Clearing his throat Harry signaled Tyron to sit down but was met with an irritated no. Suddenly him and his gang began striding over to the Slytherin table and as he got closer more Gryffindors followed his lead, except they were mostly young fifth years and below. Lestaw didn’t even budge from his sitting position, instead those sitting around him did and they activated their ring shields they were given as a gift from Draco for his sixteenth birthday.

“Rictusempra!” screamed Tyron as he aimed his wand to Lestaw only to have his spell intercepted by a brave sprout of Blaise as he rushed to his cousin as soon as he had entered the Great Hall and had heard the hex aimed at Lestaw. Tyron couldn’t help a smirk as it graced his pleased face.

All the Hufflepuff suddenly stood and directed their attention towards those harmed by the Gryffindors as well as those harmed by the Slytherins. Ravenclaws simply stood and moved aside trying to find a suitable solution to this sudden revolution.

Hermione hadn’t broken down into tears as she witnessed her cousin fly a good ten meters from ground level and drop on the Slytherin’s table. She wouldn’t show her rage as neither would Ewan. Harry tried to stop her but she simply cursed him with her glowing wand.

“You seem to have had a drop of good sense in that microscopic brain of yours Bosworth!” exclaimed Ewan as Hermione walked over to Blaise who had recovered but was in pain for his right arm seemed to be dislocated, “I’m sorry to inform you that you have just hexed our cousin,” informed Lestaw as he walked closer to his brother.

It was then that the heads entered the Great Hall followed by a herd of Ravenclaws who had gone to retrieve them.

“What is all this?” demanded Alrod Noir while Violet Lute instructed the caring Hufflepuffs to stand aside from the battle.

“As always it’s Slytherin vs. Gryffindor I assume,” noted angrily Violet.

“I’m tired of these disputes!” exclaimed Lute, she and Noir then made the big error to lift their wands and point them at the Gryffindors and Slytherins that were standing up and shouted, “Expelliarmus!”

Angry beyond belief Hermione straightened up and turned around making her cloak swish and by doing so creating a magical gust of wind that almost killed the flames of the candles around the room, she then walked towards the heads and raised her wand-less hands to their faces.

“Nemo verbis!” cast Hermione. Suddenly the words in the two Ravenclaws’ mouth stopped coming out as they spoke silence. She had just cast a spell without a wand. The unpronounceable gift had been brought back to the world that had shunned it.

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Here you go, the so awaited fourth chapter, I already have chapter five written down and am currently finishing chapter six. However I think I’ll still give you a little spoiler about next chapter and chapter
six ^^...

*** Chapter 5 ***
...“I imagine you were waiting for my arrival Albus, it has been a long time my dear friend,” stated the feminine voice as the body sat down on an old armchair, “I have felt it exactly like you have Albus, surely you were expecting this to happen,” stated the voice underlining she did indeed expect him to know what was going on when in all reality he was trying the best he could not to scream in frustration. She however needed no request of explanation from his part because she could read his ignorance in his presently dim blue eyes.

“Lela was deprived of that magic of hers before she had the child,” began the woman, where she assumed Dumbledore’s knowledge ended, “however it remained dormant in her son’s blood . . .

*** Chapter 6 ***
...“I wanted to thank you for yesterday. On my behalf and my brothers I thank you Draco Malfoy for supporting us and making sure everybody in your house did so too,” said Ewan not even once glancing at Malfoy except when he pronounced his name.

Fixing his fingerless-seeker gloves, Draco listened to what Ewan said and then replied, “it was my pleasure to put that disgusting excuse of a head girl in her place,” mustered Draco.

To this response Ewan looked up at Draco from the casket he was closing. He immediately realized that he had caught Draco’s attention when he saw the blonde’s eyes divert to what he was holding...

Well, that’s all folks, try to see if you can figure any plot from these two babies.
:†: Nephiel Nephilim :†: