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A/N: Hello all of my wonderful readers! Here is the fifth chapter. I won’t be able to write for about two weeks though. I am going out of town for the Christmas holidays. Sorry! Enjoy chapter five and I will have more chapters to come. I am also going to post a new story called Beautiful Soul when I get back. It is a Rose/Scorpious fic. So check it out if you like this story. Please R/R! I love hearing from you.

Chapter Five: Aiden the mystery

When Hermione arrived at Hogwarts, she didn’t go to the Gryffindor table. She walked up to the big table at the front, searching for the new headmaster. She didn’t expect what she found.

“May I help you?” Hermione turned around to see Lupin. She smiled.

“Remus!” She exclaimed. “I am looking for the headmaster.”

“You found him.” Remus informed. “What can I do for you, Hermione?”

“You are…” Hermione began, but decided against it. She didn’t have much time before the sorting ceremony started. “I want to switch houses.”:

“What?” Remus laughed. “You are kidding?”

“No,” Hermione shook her head. “I want to be in Slytherin.”

“Why?” Remus looked shocked. Hermione sighed and motioned for him to follow her into a small room.

“Just think what this could do,” Hermione whispered, still not sure who could be listening. “I can get to know who are deatheaters and what their plan is. It could do works for the Order.”

“That is why you are wanting to do this?” Remus questioned, looking a little unsure.

“Yes,” Hermione lied. “I have already told them a bunch of bullshit about my parents not being my real parents. They think I am prueblood.” Hermione explained.

“What would you tell other people? I can’t let everyone switch houses, Hermione.” Remus tried to make her see.

“Tell them that the sorting hat made a mistake. It put me in a different house…” Hermione shrugged.
“Tell them anything. They’ll believe it.” They are that stupid.

Remus stood there thinking about it for a minute. Hermione could tell he didn’t want her to do this.

“Fine,” he finally caved in. “I will let you do this. ONLY because you are with the order.”

“Thanks!” Hermione cheered and turned to go.

“Hermione,” Remus grabbed her arm. “Be careful. This could be very dangerous. Don’t get too caught up in it. Remember why you are doing it.”

“Yeah, okay. Bye,” Hermione said, waving her hand. She could care less what he had to say. He already agreed to her terms and she had a whole different plan of her own.

She didn’t look over at the Gryffindor table as she walked out of the room. She just held her head high and glided over to the Slytherin’s table.

“What are you doing over here?” Draco asked, shocked, as she sat down across from him.

“Long story short, I am a Slytherin now.” Hermione sighed, not wanting to go through the whole sorting hat story. Everyone was looking at her like they expected her to do something. “I will go if you want…”

“No!” Blaise nearly yelled. “Um… no… we want you here.”

“Yeah,” Draco and Pansy nodded. Hermione looked over at Aiden, who seemed pretty interested in the sorting hat ceremony. Three out of four wasn’t bad, Hermione decided. Plus, Aiden had plenty of time to come around.

“Are you coming to the game tonight?” Pansy questioned Hermione after the last person was sorted.

“Game? What game?”

“Truth or dare night. We have it every year on the first night of school.” Blaise explained. Hermione looked around at them.

“Yeah, sure.” She nodded as the food appeared. She was surprised at how fast they had accepted her. She thought she would have to work a lot harder than what she did.

“We have it in the Slytherin common room after everyone else goes to bed.” Draco informed her and she nodded. She was wondering about classes the next day, but didn’t want to give them a reason to think that she was the same girl she was. She just smiled and finished dinner.


Hermione sat by the fire in the common room, waiting on the others. It was twelve o’clock and the last person that wasn’t playing had left. That is when the room began to fill again.

Hermione watched as Draco and Blaise took their seats first. Then came Pansy, then Aiden. And Daphne, Goyle, Crabbe, and two new girl’s sat down. Looking around Hermione noticed that they had made a circle.

Pansy took out a bottle and laid it in the middle. No one said anything for a moment and Hermione was beginning if they were even going to explain how to play.

“All right,” Pansy finally said. “You will spin the bottle and whoever it lands off has to pick truth or dare. The one that spun the bottle has to give them whichever they pick. Then, after the person has answered the question or done their task, they spin the bottle. The next person will do the same. Understand?”

They all nodded in unison. Hermione thought she had it, but wasn’t for sure. She planned on watching for a few turns to learn how to play properly. Fate had another plan for her.

“’Mione, you go first,” Pansy insisted as she pushed the bottle toward Hermione. Hermione looked up in shock.


“Duh,” Pansy rolled her eyes. “Spin!”

Hermione sighed and took the bottle, spinning it around the circle. It seemed like it only took it a minute to stop. When it did it was on Blaise. Hermione smiled and Blaise looked surprised, but smiled back.

“Truth or dare,” Hermione asked, ideas already stirring in her head.

“Um… dare,” Blaise replied, a little unsure.

“Uh…” Hermione tried to think . What would be a good dare for Blaise? “I dare you to… um… I don’t know… kiss Pansy.”

“Amateur,” Hermione heard one of the new girls whisper to the other. She thought about saying something, but sided against it.

Blaise just shrugged it off and kissed Pansy, keeping his eyes closed. Hermione thought it was because he was trying not to picture how ugly her pug face was. He sat back down in the circle and spun.

The game went on for about two hours before Pansy let out a fierce yawn and declared that everyone was tried and the game was over. She then took the bottle and went up to the girl’s dorm. Hermione sat there wondering why she was the boss of everything, but didn’t question it. Everyone began to head up to their respected dorms.

As Hermione got closer to the girl’s stairway she cast a look back over her shoulder and noticed that Aiden wasn’t moving toward his dorm, but sitting down on the sofa. She raised an eyebrow, wondering why. Curiosity finally began to kill her as she got half way up the stairs, so she turned back and went back to the fire.

“Why aren’t you going up to bed?” She requested as she sat down the chair opposite him. He looked up, not seeming shocked that she had shown up.

“I can ask you the same thing.” He answered, looking back toward the simmering fire.

“Well I saw that you weren’t going up and I thought I would make sure that you were all right.” Hermione looked down at her feet, feeling kind of ashamed, but not for sure why. She bit her lip, looking back up at him.

“I am fine,” he assured her. “Don’t let anybody else hear you talking like that though. If you want to be taken as a real Slytherin, then you will need to act like one.”

“You don’t,” she pointed out, fighting up an argument.

“That is different, though. I belong in Slytherin for what I am.” He explained and Hermione watched the pain and seriousness cross his face. She was rather confused by it.

“What do you mean ‘for what you are’?” Hermione pushed on, but Aiden shook his head.

“Never mind,” he stood up, looking at Hermione. “You will do good not to ask questions about me. Trust me, I am not someone you want to get very acquainted with.”

“Bu…” Hermione began to argue, but Aiden was already half way up the stairs. She let out a deep sigh of confusion, before heading up to her dorm as well.

The next morning came too soon for Hermione. She could have used an extra hour to sleep in, but knew she couldn’t miss breakfast. She had to ask Aiden about last night.

Funny thing was, Aiden wasn’t at breakfast that morning. Hermione asked Draco where he was, but all he said was he didn’t know. It wasn’t like Hermione could go look for him though. She had to eat and get to class.

Draco walked her to her first class and sat beside her. To her misfortune Aiden wasn’t in there.

“’Mione, are you okay?” Draco asked and Hermione winched at the nickname. She smiled and turned to face him.

“Umm… yeah, I just didn’t get enough sleep, I guess.” Hermione replied.

“Oh…” Draco looked down at his paper and then back at her. “Do you like Blaise?”

“What?” Hermione laughed a little.

“Do you like Blaise?” He questioned again.

“Why would you ask me that?”

“You kissed him and said that stuff about wanting a real man and all. I just wondered if you liked Blaise like that.” Draco tried to explain.

“I don’t know, Draco,” Hermione confessed. “I am not sure about any of my feelings right now.”

“Oh,” Draco replied, sounding deeply disappointed.

After classes Hermione started on her search for Aiden. She tried down by the lake, but all she found there was Harry and Ron, whom she was trying to avoid. Thankfully they didn’t see her. After that she tried to Courtyard where many went to do their homework, but still no Aiden. Then she felt really stupid. She had forgotten that the Slytherin’s were holding qudditch practice at the pitch. Hermione raced to the pitch.

To her disbelief, Aiden wasn’t there. She found all the Slytherin guys, but no Aiden. She asked about it and they told her that Aiden never went out for the team. Hermione found this very odd. Aiden had the body of a qudditch god, but didn’t play qudditch.

Hermione searched the school high and low looking for him. She finally found him in the most unlikely spot for a Slytherin. The library.

“I don’t get you. First I find out you can see the horses that pull the carriages, then you leave me with that mystery sentence last night, without showing up for breakfast to explain it. Then I find out you aren’t on the qudditch team with a body like yours and now I find you in the library. Come on, no Slytherin studies. What is up with you. Are you like Peter Parker, trying to cover up something?”

“Peter Parker?” Aiden questioned, still not seeming at all surprised by her sudden entrance.

“You know, Spiderman. He had that identity so everyone else wouldn’t know he was Spiderman.” Hermione explained.

“You are comparing me to a comic book character?” Aiden cocked an eyebrow.

“Well it has to be something like that. I only met you yesterday and yet you are the most mysterious guy I know. That only happens when someone is a super hero.” Hermione tried to explain her reasoning, but Aiden let out a small chuckle.

“You believe in super heroes?” He flipped through a page in his book.

“It is possible. I mean, after finding out witches and wizards were real, I don’t rule out anything.” Hermione retorted. “So for all I know, you could be a super hero.”

Aiden snapped the book shut and shook his head slowly, looking up to meet her eye. Again she saw something deep. Pain, confusion, but most of all, regret. Or what she thought was regret.

“What if I am the complete oppiste?” He questioned his voice serious.

“What do you mean?” Hermione shot back, laughing a little.

“What if I am not a super hero. What if I am the villain?” And before Hermione could answer, again in two days, he got up and walked away, leaving Hermione standing there, thinking about what he had said. It really didn’t make any since to her at that moment.

A/N: All right you all. I gave you a huge hint to Aiden in the last part. I know at least one of you will get it, but please don’t ruin it for the rest. I hope you liked it. I will post again when I get back in town. Byez.

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