Summary: "I'm a pureblood, I'm not a pureblood. I'm a pureblood, I'm not a pureblood. I'm a pureblood, I'm not a pureblood." she whispered, letting the petals fall to the ground.

Disclaimer: I own nada.

Author's Note: I know this is short, but it's sort of like a introduction. I'm sorry if it seems confusing. A beautiful gold & turquiose necklace and a lunch at Koi for all who reveiw.

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It was my sixteenth birthday when my parents were killed. It was my sixteenth birthday when this all began.

I was celebrating with some freinds, but they were supposed to pick me up later so we could have a family dinner.

They never came.

I was worried, yeah, but mostly I was just bored. It never occured to me that something could of happened. It never occured to me that they could of died.

Sometimes I think it was my fault. Maybe if I had showed some compassion, called them up or something, maybe if I had held them for a minute or two longer at this party they were at, maybe then it would be someone else that the drunk driver hit coming around the bend on the M1.

And maybe then I'd never have to know this. Maybe then I'd be sitting there, wishing I was anywhere but having dinner with my parents on my sixteenth birthday.

Anywhere is better than here.

I turn to the window and stare at the lush green fields that seem to be everywhere in this town.

Anything to get my mind off of my parents, my fate.

"Hermione?" asks a cool voice from outside my room.

"Uh, yeah?" I answer, and the door swings open.

"Supper shall be ready at 7:00. We expect you down promptly," a maid tells me with a smirk. "And you might want to change into something less common," she adds, as if it's the most polite thing in the world, and as if it's her place to tell me.

I turn back to the window and say nothing. She leaves.

Only because there's nothing better to do, I change into a skirt that somehow has made it's way into my closet, regardless of the fact that I don't think I own a skirt.

I sit again.

Seven more minutes.

I get up, and walk into the bathroom. I try to ignore the fifty reflections that stare back at me, since someone thought it amusing to cover a bathroom with mirrors, and open the cabinet next to me. Bottles and tubes fill it.

Is that makeup?

I open something that looks like a pencil, but with a black tip. I've seen my mom do this before. I look back at the clock.

Six more minutes.

Slowly, I darken my eyes. And when I look up, a new creature stares at me. Someone who's almost (just almost) beautiful.

Inspired, I take out my bottle of someone's hair smoother from the Yule Ball. I rub some in, and rush back to the mirror.

This is quite invigorating.

I shake my head from side to side, watching the slick sheet of brown that seems to be my hair sway with it.

I'll never get tired of that one.

I grab the pencil looking thing and darken my eyes some more.

The effect is quite startling.

Shit. Dinner.

I throw the pencil thing on the desk, and run out the door.

Composing myself, I make it down the stairs and into the room just as the clock turns to 7:01.

The three people at the table turn to face me, looking at me like i'm some kind of proletarian.

I wish I could run.

Because seeing Draco Malfoy staring at me like that, and knowing that he's my brother at the same time just makes me want to be sick.