Disclaimer; Are the characters in this story owned by me? Let me think... No! J.K.R. owns them.

A/N; You guessed it, it's another Draco/Hermione story! We are going to ignore the last 2 hp books and pretend they were never written or something long that line. And it you haven't guessed by the summary, a lot of people write stories with a plot along the lines of what I'm going to do. So please, you don't need to tell me, because I already know.

Bear with me as I rewrite this, I've decided it needs to be updated seeing that my writing style has changed. So if you notice things that don't line up, that's because I'm still in the process of updating chapters or rewriting them completely. You'll notice there are parts that have been revised, added, or removed. Thank you for your understanding.

Chapter 1: The Truth

17 year old Hogwarts student Hermione Granger thought she was muggle-born from the time she got her letter up until today. She was soon going to learn the truth. The truth that would hold her future. A truth she wasn't going to like, not one bit.

This was her last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was finally a 7th year student and she couldn't wait. Hermione hoped she would be picked to be Head Girl. She had the highest grade level in her class. Anyone else, she thought, didn't fit into the criteria. There was only one other person who held a level as high as hers. But why should she care about them? She was fixed on getting that Head Girl position, and she couldn't see anyone else fitting enough. It was only a matter of time before she would find out.

"Hermione! Hermione, can you come down here?"

She could hear the voice of her mother from the bottom of the stairs, bringing her out of her daydream. "Yes! Yes, I'm coming!" Standing up from her chair under the window, she jogged across her room, flung the door open, threw her leg over the banister and slid down the stairs to meet her mother at the bottom.

"Hermione, how many times do I have to tell you not to do that?" Mrs. Granger asked walking into the living room.

"I'm sorry, I keep forgetting. Was there something you wanted mum?" Hermione asked following her mother.

"Yes, there was… um…" she started, looking toward the foyer.

"Allow me, Anita."

Hermione turned her head at the strangely familiar voice. There standing in the doorway was no other than Lucius Malfoy. She couldn't believe her eyes. He was supposed to be in Azkaban. How did he get out? Hatred filled her instantly. "What are you doing here?" Hermione asked putting a hand on her wand.

"Now, now. No need to be defensive." He said stepping toward her and her parents.

"I should be when you're around." she answered with venom.

"Tsk tsk, we shouldn't talk like that." he responded.

She stared up at him with a questioning look. "I know what you're thinking Hermione, what am I doing here, and why am I not in prison. Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Lucius, please. Don't torment the girl." Narcissa said coming from the foyer just as Lucius had.

Hermione looked on with more confusion. "Mum?" she asked, looking over to her mother.

"Hermione, sweetheart, I know what you're thinking. There are a few things your dad and I have neglected to tell you these past years" Anita said putting a comforting hand on her daughter's shoulder.

"What?"

"Robert…" Anita said, looking to her husband for help.

Sighing, Robert stood up from his place on the couch. "Hermione, your mother and I are both purebloods. But the two of us harbor no magical abilities."

"How can that be? I'm, we, we aren't, your muggles. I'm a muggle-born." Hermione said shaking off her mother's hand.

"Hermione. Sit. Let us explain." Anita said to her.

"Explain what? There's nothing to explain." Hermione answered, refusing to sit down. "The two of you are Squibs. You lied to me."

"Oh, but there is." Lucius said from his place by the coffee table.

She looked from her mother to her father, then Lucius to Narcissa and back to her mother again. Finally, she sat down. The room was silent, with a deep breath she looked up to her parents and said, "Tell me what it is I should know."

"Well, um, Robert you tell her."

"Lucius, Narcissa, please sit, make yourselves comfortable." Robert said. He waited for both of them to be seated before he continued. "Hermione, I know you think that your a muggle-born witch, but the truth is you… we… are purebloods. You're right, your mother and I are Squibs. The two of us see it was wrong to raise you otherwise. But we did it for a very important reason."

"Yes, a reason you shouldn't have run away from." Lucius said aloud.

"Please, Lucius, hold your tongue. Continue Robert." Narcissa said glaring at her husband for his rude remark.

"No, he's right; we shouldn't have run away from it." He went on. "Hermione, your mother and I for a brief period of time had a lap in judgment."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked. She could tell he was having trouble bringing himself to say it.

"For a short time, your mum and I had followed-" he paused, not sure how to say it.

"Be a man Robert. Say the name, you traitor." Lucius said with disgust.

There was silence as Robert battled with his senses, finally he said, "We are, or were followers of Lord Voldemort."

Hermione wasn't expecting that. She stared at her father with devastation then turned to her mother. "Is that true? You were followers of you-know-who?" she gasped. Anita looked down at her feet; she was ashamed of her past, and ashamed of herself.

"Yes." she answered.

Hermione turned to look over at the Malfoy's. Lucius sat watching her and her family with a hideous smile and Narcissa was looking around the living room avoiding eye contact. "What else is there that I should know?" she asked turning back to her father.

He looked up at her, cleared his throat and went on. "Before we ran away from the problem, Lucius and I had an agreement."

"What was the agreement?" Hermione wondered, afraid of the answer.

He continued, "The agreement stated that our children were to be wed when they turned the legal age."

Hermione's eyes grew large, "What!"

"Yes, you are to marry Draco Malfoy on August 27th." Anita said watching as her daughter grew angry.

"No! Why would you make an agreement like that!" she bellowed. "How could there already be a date set? Did you ever think that I would want a say in all of this? I hate Draco Malfoy as much as I hate the idea of marrying him!"

"Sweetheart, if we knew you would be this upset then-"

"That is enough. You are to marry my son on the set date and I will not hear one more word about it. I will not let this kind of behavior stand in my home." she interrupted.

Hermione turned to look at her, "Wait a minute, what do you mean?"

"That is why we are here. You are coming with us back to the manor." Narcissa answered.

Robert stood, "No. That was not in the agreement."

"Yes, you're absolutely right; it is not in the agreement. But in order for her to marry Draco, she needs to understand what is expected from her. Living at the manor will give Narcissa an opportunity to teach her rules and etiquette. To prepare her as a Malfoy." Lucius said standing, almost equaling height, if not higher than Robert.

"Can't she understand them here?" Anita asked coming to stand by Robert.

"She could, but it would be better for her to learn and understand at the manor." Narcissa answered standing up next to Lucius.

"But-" Robert started.

"I'll go." Hermione wasn't proud of her decision. She couldn't bear to apart with her parents, but she couldn't let them get anymore tangled up in the Malfoy's web.

They all looked at her with surprise. She watched everyone's reaction with her hand on her arm. "I'll go with them to the manor."

Narcissa beamed proudly at her decision. "Wonderful, go pack your things, we leave immediately."

Hermione walked sadly to her bedroom. Behind her she knew her mother's tears would start falling as she went up the stairs. She woke up this morning without a care in the world, and then she would find out that she is betrothed to no other than Draco Malfoy. What is my world coming to?

As she entered her bedroom, Crookshanks walked up to her and rubbed up against her legs, she could feel his purrs vibrate through his body. She bent down and picked him up, scratching behind his ear. As he continued to purr she set him down on her bed, making her way to her closet and opened the doors. She located her trunk and pulled it out. Opening it up, she saw that it still contained most of her things from school. Her books, quills, and uniforms were all still neatly tucked away inside.

She walked back to her closet and with one grasp, pulled out every piece of clothing off their hangers, sending a few flying, after throwing them into her trunk; she emptied her dresser drawers and the contents on top. She walked into her bathroom and grabbed the items and other belongings from the drawers. When she walked back to her bedroom she noticed that it was looking emptier than it ever had before. She tossed the things in her arms in the trunk and shut the lid. She was ready to go.

As much as she didn't want to, she really didn't have a choice. Her parents went against better judgment, and made a deal with the Devil. The outcome… she was to spend the next two months at Malfoy Manor, and the rest of her life with Draco Malfoy.

"Come on Crookshanks." she said picking him up and going to the door. With a last look around, she left her old life behind and walked down the stairs.

"Mum, do you know what I did with Crookshank's kennel?" she asked setting him down.

"Yes, it's in the foyer closet." Anita answered. Hermione could hear in her mother's voice that she had been crying.

"That thing is not coming with us." Lucius said coming up next to her.

Hermione looked up at him with a loss for words. She couldn't leave Crookshanks behind; she was the only one who understood him.

"Oh let her bring the cat with." Narcissa said following Lucius.

Rolling his eyes he looked back at Hermione, "Fine, but you make sure that thing stays in your room, I don't want him anywhere else. Understand?"

"Yes." she answered closing the door to the kennel after a bit of a struggle getting him in.

"Well let's go." Narcissa said with a short nod of approval.

Hermione turned to her parents. "I love you."

"We love you too." Anita said embracing her. "We'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too." Hermione answered giving her dad a hug.

"Yes, now let's get going, who knows what Draco may be doing." Narcissa said opening the door and walking out. Lucius followed her and Hermione followed out shortly after him. She still couldn't believe that she was walking away of her childhood home, into a different life. Forever.

"Put your hand on this." Lucius said holding up an old spittoon. Hermione knew what it had to be. Lucius shrunk and pocketed her trunk as she held onto Crookshanks. She waved good-bye to her parents before she felt the familiar jerk of the portkey. As they whizzed around she began to feel dizzy, all the spinning was going to make her sick.

With a hard thud, they where on the ground again. She opened her eyes and gazed upon the sight in front of her.

Soooooooooo that was the first rewritten chapter. To explain something, she is home from Hogwarts for her summer holiday for about 2 weeks before the Malfoy's show up. Please tell me what you think. No flames... please. Sorry for any errors, I've decided to edit this story without a beta L .

To all of my readers I just want to say thank you so much. I know you have been waiting and waiting for this story to be updated. But after reading this, I can't just delete it and I honestly thought about it. But I love this story so hence the revision. I hope it still stands up to all of your requirements! READ, REVIEW, and ENJOY, Mess531y.