A/N-> This is a fanfic I've been working on for a while now. I wanted to see what people thought of this. So please give me a review if you think I should continue this series. If it doesnt go well then I'll just delete it. It's not like I haven't done that before. I realize this is slightly different for me, but I guess we'll all have see how it turns out. Hope you all enjoy. Don't forget to review :-)

Riley

Chapter 1

Draco walked briskly down the stairs, confidence radiating through him. He was in his usual attire of a shirt with a sweater over it. And as usual his prefect badge was pinned right over his heart. Some would say he had the resemblance of Percy Weasley. Someone would say he was too stuck up for his own good. And most, of the female sort anyways, would say he was the best looking thing to even walk on those stairs. Other than Blaise Zabini of course.

It was nearing the end of sixth year, and Draco was doing his evening patrolling, making sure students weren't raising too much havoc. Everyone was shocked that Draco Malfoy took so much pride in being a prefect and was actually starting to fall in line, but that did not mean that he was turning into a sap! Sure, he may not have made fun of scar head or weaselbee for quite some time. Sure, he may not have taken every single chance to put down the mudblood, but why bother? He could have his superiority taken away from him, and he wasn't about to let that happen to him.

Suddenly the thought of wondering where his favorite mudblood was invaded his mind. Wasn't she supposed to be patrolling too until Head Boy and Girl took over for the night? He always got stuck with her, but for some reason tonight he was by himself. He secretly hoped there was something going completely and totally wrong with the golden trio. They were too good to be true.

The portraits whispered quite loudly, wondering what he was doing out in the corridors this close to curfew but he ignored it. He continued down the hallways as if he owned them, raising an eyebrow to those who looked at him questioningly. Instinctively they all scurried off to their respectable common rooms, the females taking one last glimpse at Draco.

Hermione Granger kept the sobs in, letting her head fall as she faced the floor. She walked down the deserted hallways, clutching a letter in her hands. The paper was wrinkled, tear stained, and Hermione no longer wished she had read it.

Not only was the letter stating that her parents were getting a divorce, but they thought it was the right time to tell her that they were not her biological parents, and that, in fact, she was adopted. Her REAL parents were pure blood wizards who had put her up for adoption because she showed marvelous talent and didn't want Voldemort to discover her. The ironic thing was that they showed signs of being possible Death Eaters.

Hermione held up a picture of them. Of course they looked the Death Eater sort. They were the usual pale, dark haired sort. No sign of other children, mind you the tattoo of the skull with serpent wrapped around it located on each of their upper arms, now that definitely gave the Death Eater fact away. Jugson. Derrek and Tiffany Jugson. Her real parents. Hermione felt as if she would collapse at any moment.

The next thing she knew, she would find out her real name wasn't Hermione (she surely hoped not as it would definitely not go with Jugson) and it was something ridiculous like 'Darla'. Hermione looked down at the paper once more through her bleary eyes. Well, it definitely wasn't a Darla then. Hailey Ann Jugson. Nope. No way. She was NOT changing her name when she was too used to Hermione already. Why was she even renamed? What was the point?

Also included in the letter was the fact that she would now be moving in with her real parents over the summer. He adoptive ones claimed they didn't want to get into the hassle of ownership rights and such. It probably had something to do with the fact that Voldemort was back in power and wanted Hermione to side with him. Well, that was certainly not going to happen also. No way in hell.

Hermione rounded a corner and crashed into someone, toppling to the floor in tangles with them. She caught a flash of silver hair and knew exactly who it was. On the other hand, Draco felt a mass of curls close around his face and knew just whose locks those belonged to.

"Mudblood get off of me!" Draco growled. When he didn't hear a witty come back in reply he turned to face her. He smirked at the sight of a very flushed, very much in tears, Hermione. His dream come true was to discover her on the day she was crying her eyes out. And now his wishes had been granted. Things were just too good to be true.

"Well well, back in the dirt where you belong. I'd think you'd be happy to be where you're accustomed to, not blubbering all over the place" Malfoy added, hoping she'd snap something back. That was how their relationship worked. He'd insult, she'd snap, they'd both be pissed off. But this time it didn't look like it was going to turn out that way at all. Nope, he was sure it wasn't going to happen.

She bit her lip and shook her head. "You don't understand" she whispered harshly. "We're not as different as you'd like to think."

And with that she got up and ran off down the old stone hallways, tears still streaming down her face. Draco stared after her in disbelief and confusion. What did she mean that they weren't as different as he'd like to think? She was dirt, mind you she had matured in her looks, he'd admit that much, only because it was the truth and many agreed to it. But it was obvious that he was superior to her to, even if she was a prefect. Her blood was tainted, his wasn't. They would never mix.

Dumbledore sighed in his circular office. He knew something was slightly amiss, but he couldn't quite figure out what it was at that current moment. He could feel it in his bones, things with one of his students would be changing drastically for her, how he knew it was a her, he didn't quite know, but he knew the changes would not be the greatest. In fact, it was quite possible that Hermione Jane Granger could be put in grave danger.

The stress from the war was weighing his shoulders down enough, but now that one of his most valuable students was being put in the spot like this, he was beginning to stress himself even more. He adjusted his half moon spectacles, ran his fingers through his silvery locks, and let out a deep, low sigh.

He supposed that she was soon going to be finding out the truth soon enough. It seemed the appropriate time with the war brewing up to quite the simmer, foaming at the edges. The Dark Lord would need more followers, and Hermione Granger would make quite the companionable follower, considering she was convinced.

But would she turn her backs on her beloved friends? Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter had been her best friends since the moment she had stepped foot in the school. Would she really turn her backs on them when they single handedly defeated a full grown mountain troll to save her in their first year? They had been through many accountable memories in which Dumbledore had stored in his pensieve.

They had all come so far, and now it was about to be taken away from them. It was a feeling that he had. The Dark Lord would gain a follower, whether Dumbledore liked it or not. It was not his decision. Hermione has to think for herself, and if this ended up being her decision, then Dumbledore would have to deal with it. Unless he could change her mind.

Hermione entered the Gryffindor Tower, sobbing, clutching her crumpled papers. She got many confused looks from those of different years, and those of the same year that she was in. Harry and Ron approached her cautiously. They never knew how her emotions worked in the kind of situation. Well, they never really knew how any female, let alone Hermione, worked in this kind of situation. They didn't even know what the situation was.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked her, as she bumped into his chest, unaware of where she was going. She didn't bother to look up while walking.

Hermione looked up at him and he could see in her eyes that something was terribly amiss. Hermione bit her lip and shook her head. Things would never be the same again. Especially with her parents as followers of the rising Dark Lord. She'd have to get used to calling him that. Why didn't someone just sentence her to her death now and get it over with?

With one last muffled sob, Hermione ran up the stairs, not noticing the small piece of paper fall from her hand. Harry and Ron turned to look after her. The magic of the staircases wouldn't allow them to go up and follow her, but when Ron noticed the piece of paper and pointed it out to Harry, he figured it may conclude to why Hermione was acting this way. This was way too unusual for her.

Ron opened the paper and gasped in shock. He didn't expect something so sudden. In fact, he didn't expect it to be such a big deal at all. Apparently he was wrong. Instead of his ears tinting the familiar shade of red when he was embarrassed, his face slowly paled to a color that Nearly Headless Nick would be proud of. He gulped and handed the paper over to Harry absentmindedly.

Harry scanned over the paper and dropped his arm which was holding it. He lifted it up and re-read it several times. So this was her problem. Her parents divorcing and finding out she was adopted all in one. And the fact that she would now be going to live with her "Real" family. Well, it couldn't be that bad, could it?

But what Harry and Ron didn't see was the picture, and the information about Hermione's actual parents, which is actually a good thing for them, given the feeling that they would want nothing to do with her if her family was full of Death Eaters.

Harry slipped up to his dormitory and grabbed his invisibility cloak. He knew he had to get this back to Hermione. It was her private information that she probably didn't want them to see. She had a right to have it back.

He slipped out of the common room, covered by the silky material, and headed towards the owlery to find Headwig. In no time he found Headwig and attached the letter to it, along with another note scrawled from Harry.

"You dropped this in the common room. I didn't think you would want anyone else to see this. – Harry"

Hermione heard a familiar tapping noise on her window and opened it to let Hedwig in. She read the note Harry had written and quickly checked to see what she had dropped. Good, there was no indication that her family was composed of Death Eaters.

Hermione placed all of her papers underneath her pillow. She cried herself to sleep with one thought going through her head. This summer was indeed going to be long and filled with many strange encounters.

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