I sat down in the soft grass by the Three Broomsticks, waiting patiently for Draco to come. I didn't have to wait long, he was... Trotting? Trotting down the road next to Blaise Zabini.
"Draco!" I squealed, jumped up and hugged him.
"Bonjour," he greeted, hugging me back.
"I feel put out. No longer can I kill your brain with French." I laughed, nestling into his chest.
"Granger?" Blaise asked, confused.
"Non. Je'mappelle Sophia Lily Riddle." I corrected. He still looked at me oddly.
"I swear, you look exactly like her." He insisted.
"I agree that she looks like me, because she does, but I don't agree to anything else!" I replied.
"No Seriously," he nodded.
"Um... I'll go get some butterbeers..." Draco slipped off, sensing the growing tension. Me and Blaise stared at each other for a second.
"It's just uncanny." He breathed.
"Tell anyone and you will die." I told him. He looked at me blankly. "I am Hermione Granger, but I am also Sophia Lily Riddle. Draco doesn't know this. He thinks Hermione is a Deatheater that tells me everything. Potter and Weasly think I'm Hermione Elddir. Okay? It's only you, me, my father and Ginny that know and if you tell ANYONE I will have you killed. Kapeesh?"
"Um... Kapeesh." He replied.
"Good."
"As long as you don't tell anyone about me fancying Ginny." He added.
"Okay then. We have a deal," I nodded, and walked elegantly into the Three Broomsticks. Blaise wandered off randomly to Zonko's, flicking off a dark green beetle from his shoulder.
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Hermione Voldemort's Daughter
FanfictionBasically what the title says. Hermione is Voldemort's Daughter, and a Deatheater. I know it's been done before, but I've tweaked the plan a bit. It's super funny I swear. Original story on fanfiction.net By Comix and Co
