Who Am I?
Prologue
How It All Began
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Peering out the window of a private jet plane was a girl who looked nothing like the Hermione Granger that had started on the world book tour of Draco Malfoy. She had been a completely different person a few months ago but now she was confused as to who she truly was. Something or someone was following her and to get the protection she needed, Narcissa taken her along as a younger cousin to go on the trip with Draco but she had to conceal her identity. Now it seemed as if the false identity was taking over while her other identity was too. Hermione was confused as to who she was and as she watched the patchwork quilt of a country fly by below her, her mind drifted back to her first day as her new identity.
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Delicate fingers clasped around a tiny silver heart shaped locket that hung from the golden chain adorning the milky neck of a nineteen-year-old young lady. Her eyes flickered over the massive manor that stood before her, its dark jutting towers sending foreboding vibes to the usually calm, cool girl. Her chestnut mane hung about her milky skinned face in wisps and her hazel brown gold flecked eyes filled with a panicked fear as her heart formed a lump in her throat. Her full lips were parted slightly and her normally smooth brow was furrowed in thought as she wondered whether this was a good idea. Never in a million years would Hermione Granger usually come to Draco Malfoy for help but this was a different situation. Something or someone was following her and after graduating from Hogwarts, Draco had soon become the most well known Auror. Not only was he a very talented wizard but he was also the only person that could offer her protection, no matter how much the thought appalled her.
Hermione had known as soon as the idea had struck her that Draco would not offer her protection easily but soon the famous man would be setting out on a book tour to tell the wizarding communities across the land about the new protection the wizarding community could use against Lord Voldemort. For this particular task, he had needed an agent and fortunately for Hermione, his mother had immediately declared herself his agent. No matter how much the young man had groaned and moaned and complained that he could not possibly have his own mother be his agent, Narcissa Malfoy had stood by her decision.
The once famous lady was nearing the age of fifty but still she looked as young as ever. Her platinum blonde hair still curled slightly at the bottom, framing her angular face perfectly. The light blue eyes that had melted so many defenses in a stormy glower now held a delightful twinkle while smiling at everyone around her that had only appeared after the death of her husband, Lucius Malfoy. She had chiseled features such as her full lips and angular high cheekbones that protruded slightly. Her pointed chin held not a sign of wrinkles for the only visible lines on her naturally beautiful face were the laugh lines extending from the corners of her eyes.
However, the decision had been very fortunate for Hermione as the lady was now one of her colleagues at the Ministry of Magic along with Draco. Hermione had come to her with the problem in the first place and after a long-winded discussion of any possible solutions, Narcissa had come to the decision of claiming that Hermione was a younger cousin of hers visiting from France and would be attending the trip. Although she had to discuss the decision over with Draco, both had also made the decision that Hermione would take on a different identity until Draco was too comfortable with her to possibly even think of firing her. Of course, if she was to set one foot inside the manor while the haughty young Auror was present and he possibly saw her, their cover would be blown so this not only meant an identity change but an appearance change.
After hours of contemplating and rejecting ideas, Narcissa and Hermione had come to an agreement. She would be known as Enigma Yuso Nosveloz. Nosveloz stood for "starlight" in Gregis while Enigma stood for "glamorous dreamer" in the beautiful language but her middle name was not as glamorous as her surname and first name. Yuso stood for "of" but joined together the name formed a rhythmic line of music, "glamorous dreamer of starlight." The name fit her character perfectly and now as Hermione stood on the garden path leading to the humongous manor she wondered why Narcissa had called her here. Yes, she knew that they would have to begin work on her appearance before long but the tour was still months away.
Nevertheless, the befuddled girl was not given long to dwell on her thoughts as the front door opened and Narcissa sauntered breezily down the path to greet her friend. "Hermione, darling, it's been so long since we last chatted. Come here, give Narcissa a hug." Narcissa smiled gently at the young girl and was gifted a cheeky grin in return. Hermione embraced the elder woman and Narcissa returned the hug. "Now, I know we had not planned on changing your appearance for a few more weeks, but Draco, being the haughty young man he is, decided that the tour would have to be hosted a few weeks earlier than originally planned."
Hermione pulled back from the embrace and gave the older Malfoy a bewildered look. "Why would he do a thing like that?"
Narcissa sighed and a perplexed frown graced her chiseled features. "As to why I do not know for he has been keeping to himself lately and even the nosy house elves do not have any information on the reason. If the house elves do have any information regarding the reason, Draco has already made sure to threaten them into silence. Now, let's not worry about that now, we must get started before Draco returns from work, or else we will have a load of explaining to do." Hermione nodded, still dazed as to why he would change the date. "Come now, girl. We must hurry." She urged Hermione forward with a gentle nudge and before long, Hermione found herself positioned in front of a vanity mirror placed in Narcissa's own private bathroom.
"What are you planning on doing to me, Narcissa?" she questioned cautiously. Her mind reeled with uncertainty at the changes that would soon grace her not only physical appearance but her inner appearance. Part of her mind questioned whether this was right and another asked whether she should put herself through the torture of becoming someone else. However, the larger part of her mind argued with the fact that someone or something was following her and for all she knew her safety might be at stake. This silenced the other two parts but not for long.
"Oh don't worry about that, 'Mione. You will soon know. Just close your eyes and we shall let the magic begin." Narcissa brought her chin to rest upon Hermione's shoulder and as Hermione gazed at the gorgeous smiling face in the mirror, she felt the urge to argue. The urge was quickly forced down by the affection for the elder lady, the affection telling her that she needed to trust Narcissa.
Hesitantly she obliged and as she let her eyes droop shut, Hermione could not help but think, Dear God, what might have I gotten myself into?
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Narcissa gazed at the sleeping girl on the chair in front of her and had to congratulate herself for a job well done. No longer did Hermione resemble the Hermione Granger that had arrived on her doorstep, nervous and hesitant. The girl that lay in the chair was that of Enigma Yuso Nosveloz. Gently, Narcissa tapped Hermione's forehead with the tip of her wand and the sleeping spell that had been placed upon her was gone. Her eyes fluttered open and as her hazel brown gold flecked eyes sparkled in the light, Narcissa immediately decided to buy contacts for the girl.
Hermione's eyes locked with Narcissa's own light blue orbs and she smiled wearily up at her. "Is the transformation complete yet?" Narcissa nodded and in reply, Hermione nodded while trying without success to sit up. Narcissa laughed and raised the chair so that Hermione could get her first look at the transformation. A shocked yet gleeful gasp escaped the younger girl and her hands flew to her mouth.
Reflected in the mirror was the silver streaked blonde head of a girl who appeared to be on the verge of reaching twenty-two. The girl's wavy blonde hair fell in curls to the small of her back and although Hermione's own eyes stared back at her, the heavy eyelids drooping down over them she did not recognize as her own. Pale blonde eyebrows arched high above her beautifully almond shaped eyes and placed perfectly above them was a smooth broad milky forehead. Her nose curved nicely to a point and below her nose her full lips were stretched in a seductive smile. They were shaped to a full rose and colored with a rosy pink. Her cheeks appeared to be slightly flushed creating a slightly rosy complexion that contrasted perfectly with the smoky gray eye shadow that adorned her lids. Black eyeliner outlined her eyes and as she glanced up at Narcissa, she saw a pair of smoky gray blue contacts in her hand. Gently she took them and slipped them on before glancing at her reflection. Now she looked like the character Enigma Yuso Nosveloz.
Somewhere from within the house, the slamming of a door resonated through the thin plaster walls, and Hermione and Narcissa exchanged a startled look before standing. "Do you think that Draco could be home by now?" Hermione asked while quickly grasping Narcissa's hand in her own.
Narcissa glanced at the worried girl and nodded her head. "Yes, he should have been home thirty minutes ago but he was not. Now there is one thing that I must have you do. Mask your voice and try to change your personality to be that of your opposite. Act like Draco would as I know you two are complete opposites." Hermione nodded in understanding and quickly Narcissa continued. "Also you must not dress conservatively such as you do, you must expose yourself, dress sexily and seductively. Make yourself seem appealing to men. So we must change your outfit."
Hermione surveyed her black turtleneck and ankle length blue jeans skirt and realized that Narcissa was right. She nodded somewhat reluctantly and with a flick of her wand, Narcissa changed Hermione's attire. She was now dressed in the attire of a seventeen year-old-girl. For a shirt she wore a sparkly silver satin spaghetti strap belly shirt and as she glanced at the slab of stomach peering out at her she noticed her skin tone and complexion had changed from being milky and pale to tan and creamy. A pair of stone washed glitter jeans clung to her curvy waist and legs and Hermione noticed that they hugged her hips tightly confirming her suspicions of them being hip huggers. She could not examine her shoes and glanced down to find herself in a pair of silvery black high heel sandals that showed the tips of her luminescent metallic purple pedicured toenails. Hermione glanced back up at her appearance and noticed that the same silver heart locket hung about her neck. Quickly she grasped it in her free hand as Narcissa began leading her out of the bathroom.
A nervous flutter of butterflies arose in the pit of her stomach as they sauntered down the long stretch of hallway that was attached the bathroom. Doors extended into different rooms from the dimly lit corridor and Hermione knew that they must lead to Narcissa's own private rooms. She knew this only because Narcissa had told her there was a section of the majestic manor that was dedicated just to her. As they neared the end of the hallway, Narcissa dropped Hermione's hand and reached out to grasp the door handle. Beads of sweat began to form on Hermione's forehead and she wondered for a moment if she would be able to go through with this. Living a different life, becoming someone else, lying to herself and the others around her, would she be able to handle it? She was going to be put to the test now, for the beginning would be the hardest, there was no doubt in her mind that it would. Hermione forced down the lump that formed in her throat as Narcissa began to turn the doorknob.
Her heart pounded in her chest as the door swung forward to reveal the plush sitting room and a certain young man draped across the couch.
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The haughty young Draco Malfoy stalked menacingly through the mahogany front doors of his exquisite manor with a thunderous air that crackled with anger about him. Another day at the office had proven to be a burden and now as he longed for the comfort of his sitting room, he realized that he would not be granted the pleasure of it. Lying next to the front door was none other than one of the bags of the servants that had been hired for the trip and no doubt as soon as his mother was back from wherever she went, she would bombard him with orders and questions. A pitiful groan escaped him, wiping away the towering rage that had seconds before, befuddled his mind and made it hard to think. Now a towering ache in his left temple was all he was concerned about and the peacefulness of his study what he wished for instead of that all of his colleagues at the Ministry who dared to anger him be sent to the deepest depths of hell. As quiet as a mouse he slunk through the house and through the dimly lit hallways. Soon he was granted the peaceful serenity of his sitting room and without thinking, he threw himself onto the couch.
If I ever have to go through another hectic day like that again, I swear I shall throw myself out a window, or better yet, I shall throw myself out a window, roll into the highway, and if that doesn't kill me, I shall allow the Muggle girls mob me and smother me with what they call love, Draco thought as he brushed away a few stray strands of platinum blonde hair. Yawning widely, he let his eyes droop shut and as soon as his eyes were sealed shut he felt the heaviness of sleep pulling at his spirit. Without a care, he let himself drift off on the cloud that looked so tempting and soon found himself sailing off to dream land
When he opened his eyes again in dreamland he found himself captured within a vivid dream. He was in his own sitting room, draped across the couch as he was now but there was another person there, not a male companion as he usually had over for drinks, but a female companion. From the way she sat straight backed on the seat next to him with a bored expression on her face, he could tell that she had the same haughty personality as him. The dream him leaned forward after repositioning himself to a sitting position and turned to face the blond girl next to him. Out of the corner of her eye, the girl watched him at the sudden flash of movement and a seductive smile tugged at her lips. She turned her face to stare at him fully and Draco was shocked at the way she looked. Her wavy blonde hair fell in soft tendrils to the middle of her back and as the light caught the blonde strands some of them appeared to be silver. Her broad forehead was pearly smooth and beneath her forehead was a pair of arched pale blonde eyebrows that were positioned above a pair of almond shaped smoky gray blue eyes. Upon her heavy lids was a smoky gray eye shadow that contrasted perfectly with her eyes and her long eyelashes were extended by black mascara. The black eyeliner that outlined them heavily accented her already beautiful eyes and her nose just happened to curve nicely to a point. Below her nose were a full rosy lips that taunted him and as she turned her head to look at him he had noticed the way the light played across them. She wore a thin sheen of lip-gloss, her tan high cheekbones protruded slightly, and she had a rosy complexion because of her slightly flushed cheeks. She wore a tantalizing outfit of a sparkly silver spaghetti strap belly shirt along with a pair of hip hugging stone washed jeans that were obviously hip huggers and to top off the outfit on her pretty elegant feet was a pair of silvery black high heels sandals. Upon her pedicured toenails was a layer of metallic purple nail polish.
"Hello," Draco said pleasantly, drawing out the word slightly while granting the drop dead gorgeous girl the tiniest hint of a smile. The girl threw him a sexy smile before shaking her glamorous head to throw back her hair.
"Hello, Draco," the angelic looking girl replied. She crossed her right leg over her left and Draco shifted his gaze away from her brilliant eyes to examine the way the position accented her curves and scrumptious looking hips.
"Oh, I see you already know who I am, but I'm afraid that I do not know who you are. Would you kindly tell me your name, my lady?" The girl chuckled at his formal tone and he smirked to himself with success as he saw her cheeks flush a bit more.
"My name is Enigma Yuso Nosveloz. I am one of your mother's younger cousins," Enigma answered, her head held high. Draco noticed for the first time that her voice was smooth and breathy sounding but yet sounded European and carried the hint of an accent.
"So you are one of the mysterious maidens that will grace my presence on my trip. I never knew that mother had any younger cousins though," Draco answered.
Enigma's cheeks burned scarlet and she hung her head bashfully while replying softly, "I am not as elegant, sophisticated, or beautiful as the maidens that shall be gracing your presence, Draco. The only reason why I'm on this trip is because your mother is allowing me to stay with her for a few months."
Draco scoffed at what she said. "You are joking, right? I mean, you are one of the most radiant beauties that I have seen in a very long time. You have the looks of an angel and if I say so myself, those type of looks are rarely ever granted to anyone who is human."
Enigma looked up at him at his words and muttered, "That is mostly because I am part veela."
He was slightly taken aback at her words but quickly recovered and grinned at the girl. "Then that would explain why I am so taken with you already."
"I have barely come into age to have my charms working although there were times when I was younger that the charms revealed themselves."
"Well, I must say, it is quite obvious that you are working your charm on me."
Enigma blushed and brushed away a strand of hair that fell into her eyes. "If that is so, then I must leave. Narcissa told me that if my charms were to start working on any of the male suitors that is coming on the tour or servants or you then I must lock myself in my room until they are calm. Good day, Draco." Quickly she stood and bowed before walking out of the room.
He chuckled lightly to himself just as his eyes snapped open from his dream.
Draco sat up from the couch and grinned to himself as the dream replayed through his mind. He held his head in his hands and murmured, "What I wouldn't give for a girl like that on the tour. All of the girls mother invited are probably all looking to be laid." Sighing, he leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes, letting himself drift off to sleep.
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(A/N: Just to let you know I shall be referring to Hermione as Enigma from this point on.)
Narcissa shoved Enigma through the door and whispered to her, "From now on, I shall be calling you Enigma and when he wakes up I want you to be sitting next to him. I shall be back in fifteen minutes. After ten minutes within his company I want you to excuse yourself to your room. You are to stick to the story that you are part veela and that you are one of my younger cousins. Is that understood?" Enigma nodded mutely, her gaze still fixated on the hunk of a man on the couch. Narcissa smiled to herself as she saw the intrigued look on Enigma's face and quickly left.
Enigma sauntered over to the black couch with silver lining that Draco had lain himself across and gingerly she sat down at the end of it, on the cushion beside his feet. Instinctively she leaned back against the soft velvety cushions and twirled a hair about one finger. Her legs spread out in front of her, a look of boredom slipped onto her face. Already the new personality was taking the place of her old one. She gazed about the room bored but the stirring of the man next to her caught her attention and her eyes were drawn to him. She was captivated by his charming face and silently, slowly she studied his features.
His platinum blonde hair fell in soft strands about his face, layered thickly along either side and the back. A few strands hung down across his tanned forehead that was graced by the presence of his gently arched eyebrows. Beneath his eyebrows a pair of steely blue gray eyes that were right now a stormy gray. He had chiseled cheekbones like his mother and his nose curved like a ski slope. His full lips were parted slightly and her eyes were drawn towards them. She found them tantalizing and appealing but what really caught her attention was the way he moved and the air about him. He was confident and cocky, haughty yet subtlety aware he wasn't everything. Clinging to his body was a snug gray cashmere turtleneck sweater that showed off his muscular chest. The blue jeans he wore were just the right size to show he had muscular legs too but it did not show off the muscles. He opened his mouth to speak and her heart once more caught in her throat. "Hello," he said, giving her the tiniest hint of a smile.
Enigma threw him a sexy smile while shaking her head to get her long wavy hair behind her shoulders. "Hello, Draco," she replied, crossing her right leg over her left leg. Enigma didn't notice the way he broke the gaze he had focused on her eyes to look down at her legs.
"Oh, I see you already know who I am, but I'm afraid that I do not know who you are. Would you kindly tell me your name, my lady?" Draco asked in a formal tone. Enigma chuckled lightly but felt her cheeks flush, horribly betraying her happiness at being called 'my lady.'
"My name is Enigma Yuso Nosveloz. I am one of your mother's younger cousins," Enigma answered, her head held high. Enigma was surprised at the sudden change in her voice for now it sounded smooth, breathy, and holding a European accent that made it sound like a cat purring slightly.
"So you are one of the mysterious maidens that will grace my presence on my trip. I never knew that mother had any younger cousins though." Enigma felt embarrassment beginning to creep into her stomach so she averted her gaze from his and stared at the floor.
After a moment she looked up at him but hung her head bashfully. Her voice took on a soft tone and she replied, " I am not as elegant, sophisticated, or beautiful as the maidens that shall be gracing your presence, my lord. I am only good enough to be a maid and I must say, that I was lucky enough to be granted that position."
Draco scoffed at what she said. "You are joking, right? I mean, you are one of the most radiant beauties that I have seen in a very long time. You have the looks of an angel and if I say so myself, those type of looks are rarely ever granted to anyone who is human."
Enigma's eyes widened slightly but she calmed herself down before looking up at him and muttering, "That is mostly because I am part veela."
There was a flicker of surprise that flashed across his face but he quickly recovered and grinned at the girl. "Then that would explain why I am so taken with you already."
"I have barely come into age to have my charms working although there were times when I was younger that the charms revealed themselves."
"Well, I must say, it is quite obvious that you are working your charm on me."
Enigma blushed and brushed away a strand of hair that fell into her eyes. "If that is so, then I must leave. Narcissa told me that if my charms were to start working on any of the male suitors that is coming on the tour or servants or you then I must lock myself in my room until they are calm. Good day, Draco." Quickly she stood and bowed before walking out of the room. She wondered where she would find Narcissa but quickly retreated through a door into one of the elder Malfoy's private rooms.
She threw herself onto a couch and leaned her head back, gazing up at the swirling patterns decorating the ceiling. Her thoughts ran through one another endlessly and she wondered if maybe she might have gone insane somewhere along the way of deciding to do this. Why exactly did I even think of this again? Oh, yes, now I remember, I feel as if I'm being followed, no, I know that I am being followed by something or someone. However, why of all people did I come to Draco Malfoy for help? I'll have to discuss strategy for broaching the subject with him later, but for now…. Soon her eyes had fallen shut, the exhaustion that had suddenly descended upon her fragile body took hold, and she slipped into the blackness of dreamland.
***
Narcissa listened to the their conversation carefully while brushing her hair. Enigma had fallen into her role perfectly but what was she going to do about having her approach the subject of protection for the girl? Just then she heard Enigma say, "If that is so, then I must leave. Narcissa told me that if my charms were to start working on any of the male suitors that is coming on the tour or servants or you then I must lock myself in my room until they are calm. Good day, Draco." She heard the door open and shut and Narcissa knew she would find her in her private sitting room but for now she had to find a way for Enigma to broach the subject of protection with him.
Narcissa heard Draco chuckle and mutter something under his breath as he stood and entered the corridor leading to her private rooms. Quickly Narcissa slipped from her hiding spot and placed herself into the sitting room where she saw Enigma resting on the couch. Her eyes were shut and she looked like an angel. With a flick of her wand a bed appeared on the other side of the room while the couch Enigma lay upon drifted to the right side of the room. The girl herself floated to the bed where she stretched slightly and rolled onto her side. Afterward Narcissa conjured a wardrobe with the clothes she had brought with her inside, except slightly altered, okay, majorly altered, but who cares? Next was the table, she flicked her wand towards the left side of the room and placed it so that it was positioned like a vanity mirror and then conjured a mirror to go on top.
Narcissa stood in the doorway surveying her work and thought, Perfect, this looks exactly like all the other guest rooms. Before Draco could reach the sitting room, she slipped out the doorway just in time to see the man himself walking down the hallway towards the sitting room.
"Mother, there is something that I wanted to speak with you about."
Narcissa held up her hand for silence and gestured to the sitting room. "Draco, we cannot discuss it here for Enigma is sleeping and we do not want to wake her up. Please, follow me to the dining room." Draco rolled his eyes at her formal tone but compliantly followed her to the dining room.
Narcissa sat down on the chair at the head of the table and Draco took a seat next to her. Slowly she turned to focus her elegant gaze upon her handsome son and asked, "What was it that you wanted to talk to me about, son?"
"I wanted to speak with you about Enigma." His tone was crisp but his eyes held an emotion that Narcissa could not quite place.
"What about Enigma?"
"Well, why didn't' you tell me that she was coming on the trip especially I didn't know that I had a cousin on your side of the family?"
"The reason why I let her come on the trip is…well…you have to talk to her about it yourself."
"Oh…. There is another thing."
"What would that be, Draco?"
"Why did you not tell me that Harry Potter was to be one of the suitors coming on the trip?"
"That is because I knew you wouldn't allow it but now it's too late to change it. Anyway, what would people think of us if we were to not invite the most legendary person of our time at the moment on the trip? Also I wanted him to meet Enigma. She's always been very taken with him."
"Mother, you should have told me that he was coming on the tour." Draco silently steamed at the fact that she would do something like this.
"Draco…don't do this. This discussion is at an end. Harry will be arriving tomorrow and you better be willing to welcome him with open arms. Also…he's bringing along that Healer girl you were taken with in school. Virginia Weasley, I believe?"
Draco paled slightly as he nodded and then stood to leave. Ginny's coming here? This can't be happening. My whole world is falling apart as I know it.
To Be Continued
A/N: This story is going to turn into a Harry/Hermione pairing very slowly because it is very long. Harry comes into the story in the next chapter and I hope that none of this offends you in anyway. The plot will thicken as the story continues and I really hope that you liked this. Review please! Bye bye!
Chapter One Sneak Preview:
"Enigma, how do you know Hermione?" Harry asked in a menacing tone as he pinned Enigma to the wall. Enigma turned her head away from his dreadful stare, her cheeks flushing as tears began to streak down her face.
"I know Hermione from when she visited France. We've kept in close contact during the summer but just recently I've lost contact with her." Harry forced Enigma to look back at him.
"When did you last talk with her?"
"Quite recently. About three days ago in fact." She was telling the truth, Harry could see it in her eyes but then why did it feel as if something was wrong then?
Hope you liked the sneak peak but that's all your getting! Hope you like the story and remember to review.