Hidden Reflections

Summary: A mirror of the worst type, reveals the exact opposite of one's self. Where you might be a beautiful young woman with a hideous attitude, you would see a homely young girl with kind eyes...or reversed...Hermione stumbles across this mirror and after a dizzy spell, she finds herself in a world...completely opposite to the one she knew...or thought she knew. How much is a lie? And how much is just the hidden lies in the hearts of her fellow classmates?

Movie/Book: Harry Potter

Pairing: Hermione/Draco

Warning: OBVIOUS 'OOC'! You've been warned.

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A/N: So...I'm going to make this a Draco/Hermione fic, as it states, but...not before some trying conflicts and risque romances along the way.

Arriving to their Potions class only a minute before the doors shut, Draco took a seat towards the front of the class and Hermione settled herself beside him. He showed no sign of annoyance or conflict in her choice in seats, merely glanced back behind him where a rather shell-shocked Harry Potter sat staring at the oblivious Hermione Granger.

"Silence yourselves, today we will be covering the Wiggenweld Potion, made famous...oddly enough, by Muggles and their love for fairytales."

Hermione glanced up as Professor Snape walked in, his hair in a long ponytail that lay over his shoulder, his bangs layered and silky. Her eyes wide in shock at the fact that he was standing, alive, right before her. Her eyes grew wider as he smirked in her direction before turning his eyes towards others within his class.

"Instructions are all on the board, you have forty-five minutes to complete the potion, you start...now."

'I really am in an alternate reality ' Hermione sighed and stepped up towards the Professor as students moved around the class to get their ingredients and supplies. "Professor, I seemed to have misplaced my bearings today. I left my schoolbag in the Gryffindor tower, may I borrow supplies today?"

He raised a brow, and Hermione felt some form of relief fill her body at the familiar look on her potion professors face. "You actually intend to do the assignment?"

Hermione stared aghast at the man in front of her, 'I am seriously starting to hate this worlds version of me!' She bristled at the thought of her unfortunate alternate self before replying in a grated tone, "Of course I do!"

He nodded and waved his wand, a cauldron hovered over to her and supplies that she'd need for the potion. Taking the offered up supplies, she left back to her spot before retrieving the ingredients that she'd need for the potion on the board. She'd made this potion a couple of times already and knew it, mostly by heart. So she was fairly confident in brewing the potion before her, starting with carefully crushing the Wiggentree Bark into a fine powder in the mortar. 'I will not be made a fool of, not in my world, and not in this world!'

Giggling and whispers around her could easily be made out, be she ignored it all. Everything said, it was nothing more than her first year all over again, and she'd climbed her way out of those rumors, with two amazing friends in tow! She could easily do that again...right? Right!

She placed the Wiggenweld bark's now powder form, in the cauldron. Nothing would happen yet, it was only the base of the Potion, and one that was not in the book, but mentioned by Harry when his Potions started coming out ten times better than hers did. It still annoyed her that he'd been getting help from none other than Snape and his revised Potions book, but at least she'd gotten her own chance to read, re-read, and possibly even re-re-read the book herself. As she finished the potion, she let it simmer for the remaining thirty minutes. The trick to the potion was the false security of time being on your side. It did take forty-five minutes to brew the potion, but only fifteen to actually mix the ingredients properly.

"...you are done?" Draco asked, adding the last few drops of boom berry juice to his potion before stirring the potion three more times and allowing his own to simmer for thirty minutes.

"Mmhm, yeah. This potion is among a good few that I know by heart. I would be shocked if I failed,"

"Well, you don't fail horribly...in Potions. You make A's..." he grinned at her flustered face, looking up to their Potions Professor, he swallowed at the disapproving look on Snape's face. Recalling who it was he was talking to, Draco stopped conversing with Hermione while they were in front of his Godfather and guardian.

Hermione didn't think much of it, waiting in silence for thirty minutes to pass, she chose to admire her Potions Professor, a little more than what she'd ever done in her world. It was still weird, seeing him alive, standing healthy and strong...still wearing only black, somehow, his body looked more defined than what she was used to. She couldn't stop blushing, honestly, she tried to look away from how the his top seemed to stretch almost perfectly across his finely toned chest and...she shook her head to clear her thoughts. Not noticing the grin on her Professors lips as she brought her hands to her face to hide behind until her mind calmed down. She was excited when Severus started coming around to collect the vials of Wiggenweld Potion. Lifting the one she'd just filled and placing the top on it, she smiled at the Slytherin Green liquid that sloshed around in the crystal vial before holding it out to the Professor as he stepped in front of her desk.

"An outstanding shade of Vivid Emerald Green...well done Miss. Granger. Far better than any of your...previous disasters...ten points to Gryffindor."

Hermione's eyes widened, she'd never received points from Snape...ever.

He continued till the last student, and dismissed the class with instructions to write a two foot long comparison of Antidote to Common Poisons and Antidote to Uncommon Poisons. Hermione stood to leave, but was stopped by Snape, "stay, Miss. Granger. I wish a word."

Hermione nodded a looked to Draco who kept his head down as he finished gathering his bag and books. "I'll see you in Transfigurations next, right?"

He didn't reply, a small glance from beneath his hair, and he turned a left.

"...hmn," Snape waved his wand as the last student left his dungeons, this was his last class for the day. Moving towards his desk, he lifted a hand and motioned for her to come forward. "Miss. Granger, are you trying a new look? I'm used to the sultry look you normally wander around with, this...pure schoolgirl look is something I've not yet seen on you."

Hermione frowned as she stepped up beside her professor as he placed his wand down on his desk before turning, and without a word of warning, lifted her onto his desk. She would have screamed in shock, if not for the mouth that was locked against hers. His tongue dancing along side her own, and a strange tingling feeling found her body and gave her chills at the sudden onslaught. Her hands found his chest, to push him off, but the definition under his shirt was not simply for looks. Changing her tactics, she pulled back and made to tell him to stop, but his lips found her neck and a moan escaped her lips instead. Her mind was running in circles, every touch of her Professors hands, every kiss, the sensation of a sturdy and strong body holding onto her. 'No...' even that word in her mind, sounded more like a moan of euphoria. "P-professor..." She closed her eyes and let her head fall back as his hands roved her hips, "Wait, no! Snape!"

He stopped.

His frown apparent, his eyes dark, narrowed. "What is it, Miss. Granger?"

"...I don't understand what it is you are doing...but as a Professor, it's your responsibility to help me, yes?!" Hermione pushed past Snape and fixed her clothes and hair, shaking off what happened and trying to get rid of the tingly sensations that were still running all over her body.

"What are you getting at, Miss. Granger?"

Hermione inhaled deeply before turning to the one Professor, who she'd fully misjudged while in her own world, only to lose him...she saw his body flash in her mind, dead, bleeding, ashen. She closed her eyes, but he'd already seen inside her head.

"What was that!?"

Hermione jumped and looked up, he looked terrified at the vision she had unwittingly shown him. "It...it's you, was you...from my...world. I...Professor, I don't know how to say this, but I'm not the Hermione Granger of this world. If I was to put it into Magical terms, I think I fell through a Mirrored version of my own world...everything is backwards. For starters...I'm a whore here, and apparently failing!? Draco, who in my world is the biggest arse in the school, and Harry and Ron are kind and sweet boys, brave and loyal...Luna is more of an airhead, but without a doubt, she's a saint. You...you sir...died. You died trying to keep the students at Hogwarts...alive..." She fell forward as her knees buckled at the memory, the snake that struck her professor, the Vile Lord who watched with a cruel smile, then left him for dead.

Snape, who had moments ago been lost in the taste of his student, now watched memories of a world that he had never known, flash before the girls eyes. He watched himself die...and couldn't help but lean back against the desk in his classroom to keep himself from falling victim to Gravity's cruel anchor.

Hermione's arms found him, and he glanced down at the girl. She wasn't the slutty Hermione that the whole student body knew. She was a good girl, smart, obviously...and homely if her clothes were anything to go off of. She had tried to push him off of her...had tried to...he placed a hand on the girls shoulder as another realization formed in his mind. He lifted her chin and her teary eyes met his. He leaned down, and captured her lips in a searing kiss. This one, more gentle than anything he'd ever given the girl of his own world. Her fingers tightened against his robes, and he wrapped both arms around her waist, lifting her, her legs winding around his hips. He could have turned and let her rest on the desk, easily enough, he could have. But this girl was sanctified, a virgin. He saw her mind, he saw her heart, and in her distress and weakness, she was surely a victim being played by the Half Blood Prince that he was...and always would be. He instead chose to enjoy the feel of his hands on her bottom, holding her against him as she let herself fall into his Slytherin charms.

She suddenly pulled back and her eyes widened as she realized the precarious position she was in. "C-could you please...put me down, Professor? I'll be late for Transfigurations, if I don't leave now...and I still need to retrieve my books."

He raised a brow and let her down gently, though, his fingers ran along her bottom and grazed her panties as he did. Hermione's face held a wanton look, torn between her grades and her Professor. She wasn't entirely certain why she was so drawn to him suddenly, or where this sudden urge to snog the man came from. She couldn't fathom how she wasn't angry about being touched in such a...dirty way...or...anything really. She liked it, good Merlin did she. Noticing that he had let her go a good few moments ago now, she darted out of the room and Snape smirked at the new knowledge that had fallen willfully into his lap. He could certainly take it to Dumbledore, or even the poor girls head of house...but…he had other plans for the young Gryffindor. What a treat...it would be, to take her as she was, before she let herself fall victim to the hands and hormones of the rest of the male students at Hogwarts. No...he'd help her home, but first...he'd have her pure and sweet body.

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Me: So, I simply decided to write until I ran out of stuff to write, or found a place to stop. Here is chapter four of Hidden Reflections. It's kind of fun being able to write characters in a way that portrays them in different lights. I will bounce over to the world she really came from in the next chapter, however.