Hermione's POV
   I writhed in my bed, when I awoke to see Lucius Malfoy standing over me. "Why are you here?!!!" I screamed. My vision was blurred, but I managed to grab my wand. It promptly snapped in my hand.
     "I'm your real father, Mia. You are Mia Salazar Malfoy. That was not your real wand." He shone a mirror in my face. A blonde girl with silver-blue eyes stared back at me. There was a disbelieving sneer on her face. "I think I believe you, Father." I spoke. Now I notice my voice is low and silky sounding. It went up slightly after questions, and lowered if in a dangerous situation. He gently reached out a slender hand, and I took it. We apparated to Diagon Alley, to Ollivander's. "Hello, Mia. Here for your true wand?" Ollivander had strange black strands in his white hair today.
    I quirked an eyebrow, but replied. "Yes, Ollivander." He handed me a pitch black wand with silver flowers on it. I waved my hand, and a snake appeared around my neck. I did it again, and it vanished. Father paid out of a rather small velvet bag. "Undetectable Enlargement Spell." He caught me staring at the tiny bag. As I strode out, Ron was walking in front of the store. "What's your name, pretty?" He must be drunk. Or more of an idiot than I thought. "Your now ex. I thought that kiss in the war meant something, Ron. Apparently not."  A look of realization dawned over his face. "Hermione?!!" I forced a sneer on my face.
    "No first names, Weasel. Call me Malfoy." Father ran over. "Get away from my daughter, Weasley. Now." Weasel clumsily apparated, leaving behind a finger. Father gripped my arm, and we apparated to the Manor. A man with chocolate hair and red-tinted eyes waited on a velvet couch. "Lucius, we had to reverse my age so that I don't die without my mate. Still haven't found-" He looked at me, and when our eyes connected, a bright green light flashed, and we were out cold. When we awoke, we were together on a king size bed, wrapped in blankets, but shivering. "Mia?" He whispered. "Tom?" I think he's Voldemort. But I doubt he's actually evil. "I think we're mates." We both blurted at the same time.
   Our lips connected, and it felt.. right. I smiled against his mouth, and his tongue snaked in. I still don't know how he's alive.

Tom's POV
  I found her. My mate, Mia. This feels like I'm complete. I wonder which of us is the submissive, or dominant."Tom, I know how to find out what position we each hold. Should I do it?" Mia curled up with her head on my shoulder. I nodded with a smile. "Discoras Posirion." She  chanted, and I glowed red.
   Mia shone gold. "I'm dominant, Tom." She had a giant smirk growing across her face. "Ugh, fine." I groaned.
  "Just wondering, how are you still alive? Harry killed you." Her voice softened. My eyes glazed over as I dug into my memories. "That wasn't me. I was captured by the Order when I got out of Hogwarts. Dumbledore was under Polyjuice." Mia's eyes grew teary at the thought that her role model had imprisoned an innocent student. "Also, if it had been me, you would feel like your soul was being ripped apart." Her face betrayed how sad she was, and I whimpered, and looked into her eyes.
    I hate being submissive. Suddenly I felt a burning sensation in my tailbone and skull, and Mia blurred, then came back into focus. I turned around, and saw a fluffy black tail swishing behind me. Shocked, I touched my head. There were two sleek cat ears protruding from my hair. Mia crawled closer, and scratched my ears. I rolled onto my back, exposing my neck and stomach. She squeaked in surprise as gold ears and a tail grew on her. Now I see that we both have ultra-sharp fangs, thin and pearly. Mia sank her teeth into the soft spot on my neck, and I struggled until I could bite into hers. Her blood swirled in my mouth, tasting of cocoa and sea breeze. "Um, Mia? Tom?" Oh Merlin. Lucius HAD to enter now?!!!

Mia's POV
  "Your brother wishes to see you, Mia." Father meekly said. I pulled on a silver dress, while Tom got matching dress robes. Of course, there were holes for our tails. Tom reached his hand out for mine, and I clutched it like a lifeline. He chuckled, and I waved my wand at his hair. I made it have a gold streak, to match my fur. Teasingly, he did the same to me, except a pitch black streak. "Mia?" Draco stumbled back, his eyes wide. "Hey! DRACO!! STOP GAWKING AT YOUR SISTER IDIOT!!" I pushed his shoulder. Tom squeezed my hand, and I immediately calmed down. Draco was sending me a murderous glare. "Mia. Who were you disguised as?" His voice broke in sadness, but was cold, and firm. "Not saying, but I'll give you three hints. Hippogriff, third year, nose." Draco's thoughts swirled in his head for a minute, then he shrieked. "GRANGER?!!!" A smirk appeared on my face, and I nodded affirmation. "Yeah. My exact reaction."