"I-.." It all run through her mind. She couldn't believe it. Any of it. If she decided this, she'd be a pure-blood. Well a known pure-blood. She'd be a Malfoy? She'd also be pretty rich. Althrough none of this made any change to her decision. Granger or Malfoy? Her eyes welled up with tears as they flickered from one set of parents to the other and the decision was made. She opened her mouth and blurted it out. "I want to be a........."

With that, Hermione fell to her knee's, hysterical sobs escaping her mouth. "I-I..didn't mean to.." She whispered, but no one replied. Hermione's arms moved around her legs and she cried; she cried until it physically hurt. "I'm sorry, so sorry." Hermione kept repeating and finally her heavy lids shut and she fell asleep in a ball on the floor, tears dripping down her cheeks. She was officialy Dissowned.

“You betrayed us, ‘Mione.” He muttered, his tone disappointed, this caused Hermione’s stomach to flip. “Out of all people, all things..I’d never expect you..” He trailed off for a moment and Hermione could tell he were thinking and choosing his wording carefully. “To do this.” Ron finally finished. And it wasn’t until the portrait came into view that Hermione paused. The words stabbed into her heart like thousands of tiny knifes.