Learning to love a Malfoy

Author Notes:

A few quick notes before reading. First off in the story Blaise Zabini and his family are white (yes I know that in the books he is black but this is my fanfic so :P). Second of all this story is rated R and even NC-17 in future chapters. This fanfic will be very detailed. If that's not your cup off tea then don't read.

Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. If I was then there would be a book 9 by now.

Chapter 1:

Hermione's usual honey brown eyes were dark and stormy. She stared at the people sitting in front of her; the people she thought were her parent for almost 17 long years. Everything she had known was crashing down around her. And to think it all started out with the innocent phase:

"Hermione, we have something to tell you."

Hermione; the head girl, the Gryffindor princess, the brightest witch of her age never saw what came next.

"Hermione" began Mr. Granger "Umm . . . I don't know how to tell you this but, you are not our biological daughter."

At this point Mrs. Granger was sobbing next to Mr. Granger. Hermione was speechless and sat there, staring at them with disbelief.

"I'm sorry, I think that I misheard you, but for I second I thought you said that I'm not your daughter" said Hermione trying to remain calm.

"You heard correctly Hermione" said Mr. Granger while trying to comfort his wife.

"WHAT?" yelled Hermione throwing the idea of remaining calm out the window.

"You're actually Hermione Zabini."

"ZABINI, you mean I'm related to that pompous ass that is the best friends with Draco Malfoy!"

"Hermione, I'm surprised with you, I thought that we raised you better." said Mrs. Granger after she finally stopped crying.

"I'm sorry but Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy have been nothing but cruel to me from the moment I set foot in Hogwarts."

"Well you are not only related to Blaise Zabini but you are also his twin sister." said Mr. Granger

At this point Hermione had tears running down her face.

"This can't be happening!" cried Hermione.

"There is one more thing Hermione." said Mrs. Granger cautiously.

"What else can there be?" asked Hermione

Mrs. Granger let out a sigh and looked over to her husband who took her hand.

"Hermione. . . Your betrothed to someone." said Mrs. Granger.

"WHAT? WHO?" yelled Hermione.

"We don't know who he is. You should be getting a letter from him soon. All we know is that he goes to Hogwarts with you." said Mr. Granger.

"So what am I supposed do now?" asked Hermione

"Well, you are going to live with the Zabini's at their estate, they are going to be here in a few hours so you should start packing soon . . . Hermione. Just know that we will always love you like our own."

"Thanks you, I will miss you both very much." Hermione let out a long sigh "I guess I should start packing."

Hermione got up from the couch, where she had been sitting the whole time without moving, and hugged the Grangers. She could no longer call them her parents.

Hermione climbed the stairs up to her room and slammed the door shut. She looked around at it for what will probably be one of the last times. She then noticed an owl sitting near one of the bed posts. To its leg was tied a small parcel.

"Hey there, what are you doing here. You don't belong to Harry or Ron."

The owl was a beautiful white owl with bright amethyst eyes.

On the parcel there was a small note.

~ To Hermione

In this parcel contains your engagment ring. The owl is yours to keep.

~You Betrothed

Hermione took a quick look back at her owl.

"Maybe my betrothed won't so bad."

Hermione opened the parcel and saw the most gorgeous ring she has ever seen. She picked it up, suddenly the ring burned red hot. She gasped and dropped the package and ring; however the ring did not fall to the ground. It had magically wrapped itself around her finger.

She looked down and saw the ring on her finger. It transformed from the beautiful little diamond ring into a diamond snake ring. It had a design on it made out of black and silver diamonds and emeralds for eyes. When Hermione tried to take it off the ring coiled tighter to her finger, the thing felt almost alive. She still didn't know who her betrothed was but it was probably the stupid pureblood Slytherin, and she was not happy.

She rummaged in her closet for a few minutes until she found what she was looking for. She pulled out 2 giant trunks out. One being her Hogwarts trunk that she hadn't even unpacked; she had only pulled out all her books and left the clothes there.

In the second trunk she packed the few items that were still in the room. Her laptop, rest of the clothes, all her books, and trinkets that she had received over the years were packed into the trunk. It didn't take her long.

While waiting for the Zabinis to arrive Hermione decided to name her owl. After thinking for a few minutes Hermione decided to name her Alice. Alice started hooting happily.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Hermione jumped at the sound.

Mr. Granger opened the door half ways and peeked inside.

"Hermione, are you ok?" he asked cautiously.

"Yeah, I'm fine." answered Hermione still sitting on the floor.

"That's a beautiful owl, whose is it?" he asked.

"She's mine, my . . ." Hermione sighed "My betrothed sent her to me."

"Well he must really care for you to give you such a beautiful owl."

"Yeah I guess he does." Hermione smiled while looking at the owl.

"Well, I just came up here to let you know that the Zabini's are here." he said trying not to look into Hermione's eyes. He knew that if he had then he would have not been able to stop himself from tearing up.

"Thank you, I'll be down in a minute." Hermione replied.

"Hermione, you know that if you ever need anything, never hesitate to come see us." he said while looking down at his feet.

"I know." Hermione got up and hugged Mr. Granger. A single tear ran down her face. She knew that she would never be able to see them again without putting them in danger, but she would never tell them that.

"Here I'll help you with your luggage."

Hermione looked around her room for the last time. Most of the shelves were bare except a few items she decided to keep for Mr. and Mrs. Granger. The room was almost completely empty. Hermione thought of all the good times she had in this room. She was sitting on the windowsill when she got her Hogwarts letter, she spent hours under the covers reading her books, and how she sat on the floor with her mo . . . Mrs. Granger and telling her about Hogwarts. This time Hermione did not let the tears fall. She had to be strong. With that she closed the door to her past and walking into the uncertainty of the future. A future where she was no longer Hermione Granger.

Authors Notes:

*Crawls from under bed* Please don't shoot me.

Ok, so how did you guys like? I want at least 5 reviews (that sounds reasonable) before posting any more chapters. Sorry I want to make sure that people are reading and like the story.

R&R

3 Natasha