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My name is Hermione Jean Granger. At least, that's the name everyone knows me by. My real name is Celeste Artemis Slytherin. Yes Slytherin. I am the last remaining direct descendent of Salazar Slytherin himself. How do I know this? Simple, it all started my first year of attending Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry….
Professor McGonagall had just led us into the main hall and Ron, Harry and I were waiting to be sorted into our houses. Both of the boys were hoping to be sorted into Gryffindor, but as for me I hadn't honestly decided. I knew that Ravenclaw house was known for their intelligence, Slytherin for their ambition and cunning, Hufflepuff for their loyalty, and of course Gryffindor for their bravery. From what I knew of the houses I personally wanted to be in either Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. Ravenclaw would make sense simply for the fact that I love to learn and Ravenclaws value intelligence above all else. Gryffindor would be my second choice simply because I was sure that the boys would be sorted in that house. The reason why I didn't consider the other two were because Slytherin prides itself on blood purity and of course I am Muggle-born so that takes that right out of the equation, and Hufflepuff….well to be honest I never really gave much thought to Hufflepuff…..
While I was pondering it seemed the Sorting Hat had already begun sorting. A boy named Neville Longbottom was first. He was quickly sorted into Gryffindor which made the Gryfindors cheer in delight and clap. He took his seat at the table next to some lanky red headed boys that I assumed were related to Ron in some way. The Hat moved on as Professor McGonagall called more names off the list. Draco Malfoy was next. The hat hadn't even touched his platinum head before it cried out Slytherin. The Slytherins all cheered and clapped. Draco sat down and received pats on the back and even a few handshakes.
Professor McGonagall moved on down the list until finally it was Ron's turn. The hat sat on his head for what seemed like half a minute before it cried out Gryffindor. Cheers and whoops could be heard coming from the Gryffindor table as Ron sat down next to the identical redheaded boys. They both ruffled his hair in congratulations, causing his face to turn as red as his hair. Harry's name was called and it felt like the room tensed in anticipation. Everyone held their breath, waiting to see what house The-Boy-Who-Lived would be sorted into. After almost a full minute with the hat on his head it finally screamed Gryffindor. The Gryfindors screamed in triumph and began to chant his name. It took Professor McGonagall a few minutes to settle the rowdy Gryfindors down but after a few minutes they ceased their noise. With a small smile on her face (one of victory I assume) she called the next name.
"Hermione Granger?" the sound of my name startled me out of my thoughts and I quickly, but clumsily made my way to the stool. I sat on the stool and waited for the professor to put the hat on my head. The hat was gently lowered onto my head and I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.
'I see greatness in you Hermione. One which you have yet to discover. You are intelligent beyond your years. I also see ambition. The will to do whatever it takes to seek knowledge. I think I know just where to put you….SLYTHERIN!'
Gasps filled the room and an uncomfortable silence spread through the room. I looked to Harry and Ron and saw looks of sorrow on their faces. Looking to the other Gryfindors, I saw nothing but malice and disgust on their faces. I looked away. I couldn't bare the pure hatred emanating off of them. I looked to the Slytherins the ones that were to be my companions for the next seven years of my life, and though they did not cheer for me, I was content to find a few smiling faces looking back at me.
After the shock had subsided the silence did as well. I saw Draco begin a clap which then caused the others in his house to do the same. The small clap grew into cheers and whooping louder than Harry had gotten from his house. With a new sense of self confidence I got off of the stool and walked toward my table with pride. I sat down next to Draco and watched everyone else being sorted, all the while thinking, why would a muggle-born be sorted into Slytherin? Has it happened before? Either way I was going to be doing some serious research.
"Hermione huh? That's an interesting name. It's a form of Hermes right?" asked the girl to my right who looked a few years older than me. She had long black hair that reached her hips and bright blue eyes that almost felt like they could pierce through your very soul. I shivered slightly looking into them for the first time. I nodded and gave her a small smile, my freckled cheeks blushing ever so slightly.
"Yes you'd be correct Miss…"
"Sora Eris Malfoy at your service. But, please call me Soar, everyone does." She giggled a little at my politeness, causing me to turn even redder. She smiled deviously and leaned in close to my ear.
"You know, you are just too cute when you blush. I might just have to lock you in a tower and never let you go. Can't have anyone else discovering my cute wittle first year now can we?" the feel of her hot breath and mocking words washing over my neck caused me to shiver uncontrollably and turn redder, if that was even possible.
"Leave her alone Soar she's just an innocent little first year. Don't you have anything better to do than corrupt young minds?" the voice from behind me caused me to jump. Looking behind me I saw a girl around the same age as Sora, glaring at her with forest green eyes, her short, spikey black hair covering the tops of her eyelashes just slightly. She looked my direction and gave me a smile.
"Hi, I'm Hilda Valnore. I'm the Head Girl this year. If you have any problems or need anything, just let me know." I nodded my head in understanding and opened my mouth to speak, but before I could the Headmaster announced that it was time for the beginning of the year feast.
I sat in silence for most of the feast, barely making eye contact with anyone and only speaking when spoken to. Though it seemed there were a few kind hearted people in this house, most seemed very aloof and reserved. It was not at all like the Gryffindor table, where loudly obnoxious conversations were echoing through the great hall. I looked down at my plate as I slowly chewed the chicken in my mouth.
I jumped when I felt an unexpected hand placed on my thigh. I tensed up when I realized it was Sora's hand and started blushing furiously. I turned my head towards her and saw her engaged in conversation with a third year about some of the new books that were on the supply list this year. I saw her look at me in her peripheral vision and she smirked, tenderly squeezing my thigh, causing me to jump. Draco looked over at me with concern.
"What's the matter Hermione?" I jumped once again at the sound of his voice. 'Why is he talking to me? Doesn't he know I'm muggle born…?' I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to ignore the hand on my thigh gently squeezing and kneading.
"Y-yes Draco just a little tired is all." I stuttered, giving him a reassuring smile. He looked at me curiously and opened his mouth to speak.
"Alright students it is now time to make your way to your respective common rooms. Pleasant dreams all." Dumbledore announced, waving his hands around flamboyantly, causing the plates and goblets on all of the tables to disappear.
The hand on my thigh was removed as everyone moved to get up from the table. I let out a sigh of relief and followed the other students to our common room. It seemed our common room and dorms were in the dungeon area of the castle.
"Hermione pay attention because this might be your only opportunity to hear the password." Sora nudged me and gave me a sly grin that caused my insides to churn. I gulped almost audibly and wait for the prefect to say the password.
"Toujours pur" the prefect stated, not loudly, but clear enough for all to hear. I stiffened at the realization of what the password meant. 'Always pure. I guess it makes sense, they are known for their blood purity. I wonder what will happen when everyone finds out that I'm not pureblooded.' I bit my lip nervously and followed the crowd into the Slytherin common room.
"Come on Hermione, I'll show you to your room." Sora grabbed my arm and lead me down a flight of stairs, further into the castle's depths. When we finally got there I was greeted with the sight of a room with three beds, green and silver banners hanging on the walls, and trunks filled with belongings at the foot of every bed. Because it was underground there were no windows but there was a changing design on the ceiling, not unlike the one in the main hall that changed to match the weather. It showed a clear starry sky that almost took your breath away.
Sora pulled me out of my day dreaming by letting go of the arm she ha previously had in her iron grip.
"Well here we are. I hope you like it." She grinned over at me in an almost childlike manner, a sparkle in her piercing blue eyes. I smiled warmly at her and nodded wordlessly. She rocked back and forth on the heels of her feet. "Alright, well sweet dreams 'Mione. I'll be sure to wake you in time for breakfast. Wouldn't want to miss the most important meal of the day on your first day would we?" She smirked at me and winked, watching my face flush in amusement. As she walked up the stairs my eyes never left her.
Part of me was telling me to be cautious around her, while another part of me squealed in delight when she was near. 'What the hell is wrong with you Hermione? She's a girl!' I huffed in frustration and began to take off my clothes to get ready for bed. Once I was all dressed I pulled back the covers and curled under them, closing my eyes. 'Maybe tomorrow will be better. I need to start my research on the history of muggle borns being sorted into Slytherin first thing tomorrow. Perhaps I should see the Headmaster first though…' my thoughts drifted off as I began to lose consciousness and drift into a restful sleep.