Chatper 1 : Pureblood?
Ohhkay.. First off.. The war hasn't happened.. And Dumbledore is still alive and well! Now that we got that clear.. Hope you enjoy arranged things :] -Now I'm gonna say sorry if the chapters seem short. Some will be long and some will be short..
Hermione scurried around her room. Only two more days till Hogwarts started and all the business would begin. There were still so many things for her to pack. She had finally crammed all her muggle and wizard clothing into two of her bags. Hermione sat on top of her luggage trying to keep it shut, while staring at her bookshelves trying to figure out what books to take. Reaching for a few of her favorites she tossed them into a bag. Hermione walked over to her vanity and decided to pack something she had never packed before. Makeup.
Glancing in the mirror Hermione realized she had changed a lot. Her frizz of a hair had tamed itself into soft bouncy curls. She had also developed in a few areas, but was still very petite for her age. Hermione still didn't wear makeup she prefured the natural look, but she was going to take some with her just in case.
Hermione felt the butterflies swarm into her stomach. Her past two years were great as a Prefect. . All her past years of working hard paid off this year. This year was different though, she had became Head Girl. She would finally be able to prove to her teachers what a hard worker she was, and hopefully get that internship for next year. She hoped that the library had knew books, because she knew she wasn't taking enough to keep her occupied.
But seeing her friends was the thing she was most excited about. She hadn't seen Harry, Ron, or Ginny all summer long. It was about time. They certainly did write the whole summer, but writing is never the same as actually talking to them in person. Hermione wasn't even sure what was going on between her and Ron. They weren't dating nor talking, but they would flirt sometimes. The last day of school of last year he had kissed her on the lips when he said goodbye. She didn't know how she felt about that. They hadn't ever brought it up in any of their letters. They just went back to talking about 'just friends' kind of stuff.
Hermione walked down the stairs, looking for her mother, "Mum, I finally finished packing. Only two more days till I'm out of here!" Hermione smiled from ear to ear laughing.
Anne smiled at Hermione reaching for a hug, "I know, and don't forget you will be eighteen in a few days. Everything is going to be different for you. My little girl is growing up into a young lady."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "I get this same speech every year. Somehow I manage to turn into a young lady every year according to you."
Anne pulled apart from the hug and looked down at Hermione, something in her eyes different, "It will be different this year honey."
"Mum, what are you talking about?" Hermione asked, pulling out of the reach of her mother.
"Come here Hermione, there is much to talk about." Anne's voice was soft and assuring. Hermione walked forward reaching for her mother's hand, and a large crack followed their touch. Hermione landed with a thud into a room, her mother was reaching down to help her up, "Oh my gosh! Are you okay Hermione?" Anne asked frantically.
Hermione stood up backing away from her mother, she brushed off her skirt and screamed, "No I am not! What just happened!?" Hermione looked at her mother searching for answers. Hermione knew she didn't make them just aparate. She didn't have her license and would ever break the law. And it was impossible for her mother to do so because she was muggle.
"Hermione, sit down." Anne motioned towards the couch and Hermione sat, her mother looked nervous and was fidgeting, "Your father and I have been keeping something from you... Him and I are both pureblood wizards-"
Hermione stood up and began pacing, interrupting her mother, "What do you mean you are pureblood wizards? Does that mean I am too? Wait.. I've been lied to my whole life. Or have I? I deserve answers this instant. This is absurd. I mean how could-"
"HERMIONE!" Anne yelled catching Hermione's attention. "Sit down and let me explain! Now, as I was saying, mine and your fathers real name is Annice and Maxwell Alexander. We changed our names when we left the dark lord a year after you were born."
Hermione stared at her mother, tears shinning in her eyes, "You use to work for Voldemort." It wasn't a question, just a statement.
Anne nodded her head, reaching out to hold Hermione's hands, "We realized that you deserved a better life, and muggle-born people don't deserve to die because of their bloodline. I regret what I have done and all my past actions. But, I can always talk to you about that later.. We need to focus in on you."
"What do you mean focus in on me? And I want to hear everything about it." Hermione's eyes was wide, and her mind was running fast processing all this information.
"I want you to realize before we transferred over to the good side, we did work for Voldemort. We weren't technically death eaters, but we believed in what he said. And we were very good friends with the death eater familys. One in particular, The Malfoys."
"You were friends with them?" Hermione yelled.
"Hermione! Can you just let me finish talking? This is hard enough to tell you, so just stop interrupting!" Anne stood up sternly, watching Hermione nod. "We agreed to an unbreakable vow that you and their first born son would be married off before you reached the age eighteen. If you didn't go along with it you would die."
Hermione felt her stomach drop. An Unbreakable Vow. "You mean I have to marry Malfoy?"
Anne nodded, "Yes dear, I can't change it."
Hermione felt tears spring into her eyes. Her head was dizzy causing her stomach to churn. This couldn't be happening. Hermione's eyes turned to a door that had opened. Her father walked his eyes sadly met Hermione's. He could feel her pain and sorrow. Maxwell moved to the side for Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy to come in. Lucius looked at Hermione for a breif moment before focusing on something else. Narcissa's reaction was unexpected, she smiled warmly at Hermione and stood excitedly waiting. Behind them Hermione met eyes with grey piercing ones. Draco Malfoy stood glaring at his soon to be wife.
Hope you like it.. I will try and fill in all those missing gaps in the future chapters! Give it a chance! REVIEW PLEASE! And PLEASE no flames! It kills my want to write lol.