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A/N: yay! Another Dramione fanfic for you people out there to read! As if there isn't enough. But really, even I can't get enough of Draco at his mega hottieness. I think it's honest to say that I fancy him. Not Tom Felton, but Draco Malfoy. And for you guys (males or possibly females) that fancy Hermione, uhh…she is pretty, but let's not go there…today's date is the….4th of July, 2006. Okay, I'm posting the first two chapters for you guys to read. I'll try to update as quickly as possible so I don't leave you hanging with an unfinished story.

Because Now, I'm A Pureblood

Chapter 1: Can you repeat that please?

"What?" I said. This was all so much information for a 16-year-old to take in. "Repeat everything, please."

"Your biological parents were pureblood wizards and so are you. They left you because at the time, Voldemort was looking for future Death Eaters. Being pureblood Death Eaters not by their own will, they knew that if he found out you were a girl and not a boy, the Dark Lord would kill you. They left you in some muggle area of London with a note and that is how you were raised," Ms. Nelson told me. She is in charge of my biological parent's money. "They were planning on telling you when the war was over, but unfortunately, all of the Death Eaters went to Azkaban or got killed during the downfall of Voldemort. Your parents died and they wanted me to let you know all of this. Their money is yours, but I am in charge of it until you finish your last year at Hogwarts. I'm allowed to give you an allowance, but you can't control the amount yet. Your parents told me to tell you to try and get a good job, possibly one in the Ministry. By seeing how high your marks are, I'm sure you won't have a problem."

"Uhh. Thank you. Do I still live with my adoptive parents?"

"I told them everything and they wanted to let you know that it would be best if you lived at the Kingsford Manor."

"Kingsford Manor?" Was that my real last name? Ms. Nelson didn't even tell me the names of my real parents.

"Yes, that is your surname. All of the Kingsford estate belongs to you now."

"Wow."

Ms. Nelson continued, "Your adoptive parents request that you have dinner with them every Sunday night so they can still see you. Your things have already been brought to the Kingsford Manor."

"Great. Ms. Nelson, what were my parent's names?" I ask her.

"Marcus and Clarise. You're real name is Hermione Jane Clarise Kingsford. Is that all you wanted to know?"

"Yes. Thank you. I guess I'll be going now…" I say.

"To the Manor. Yes, you may leave now."

I walk out of the bank and decide to go to my new home by walking. After all, Ms. Nelson told me it was three blocks away. I also needed to think about everything. I'm a pureblood? Wow, after all these years of Malfoy's taunting, it turns out I'm one of them. But I would never stoop low to tease a muggle born.

I thought a lot about if this would make me a different person. If everyone found out about me being pureblood, would they treat me different?

The Kingsford Manor came in sight. I know it's the manor because there are gates that say so. Wow. I let out a whistle even though it was my home. I was the one that owned it now. The manor is beautiful. Everything about it is so elegant and sophisticated looking. Merlin, it is big! I'm so used to living in my cozy home in muggle London. My house (the manor) looks bigger than Queen Elizabeth's! The gates open for me (magic, duh) and I walk up the long walkway to the front door, which is massive, by the way.

The doors opened for me (I guess they open for the family members) and I walk into the foyer. Must I say how grand it is? Or how grand the staircase is? My hands reach into my muggle jean pockets and I fish out the little contraption Ms. Nelson gave me. It looks like a ping pong ball. Ms. Nelson told me to crush it in my hands by my ears. Okay, weird. Once I crush it, it feels like air has whipped into my head. It hits me so hard, I fall down on the ground.

There is a pop and suddenly, Ms. Nelson appears before me. She helps me up and I struggle to get up. My head hurts a lot like a train just rammed into it.

"What…was. That." I ask.

"It's a map."

"What?"

"A magic map, dear. The information of the house went into your head. I should've warned you about the side affects. Now, though, you needn't memorize a map of the house because you have it all in your head."

"Oh, that's convenient."

I walk up the stairs with Ms. Nelson following me. I turn right and down the long hallway is a double door. Subconsciously, I walk towards the doors and open it. It's my room. I can tell because all of my things are unpacked and in the right places.

"See? You already know your way around the house. The house elves will serve your meals and clean for you. When you need them, just clap your hands three times. If you ever need me, I will be at the bank or at my house. I'll give you the floo address," Ms. Nelson wrote it down for me and I put it on the nightstand by my bed. Ms. Nelson apparated back to the bank.

My room was so big that I think it took me five minutes to get to my closet. All of my clothes were there. So were a lot of new ones and tons of dress robes. I guess that when you're a pureblood you go to a lot of fancy places.

In the living room, I sat down in the couch doing nothing. The things in the house were so expensive looking. I didn't want to touch anything being scared I'll ruin it. This sounded silly because I owned everything in this house.

I just heard someone open the foyer doors. Maybe Ms. Nelson needed to come back or something. I wonder why she didn't apparate or floo in?

There are two voices. One is a girl's and the other a deep male voice. I walk into the foyer and gasp.

"Mudblood? What are you doing here? This is private property! Get out before I hex you!"