Hermione's POV
What is going on? One minute my life is normal, well as normal as it ever will be, then suddenly , I'm a Malfoy. I couldn't believe what was going on, I felt like my whole world was spun, twisted, and then flopped beack together upside down. I grew up in a home feeling like I didn't belong, then I learned I actually didn't. Every time something strange happened around me Greg would hit me. I later learned that he was trying to beat the magic out of me, as if a broken arm or a blackened eye would stop the magic brewing inside of me. I would hide the bruises, or make up some excuse as to why I healed quicker then the other children. My mother always tried to help me but Greg would end up hurting her as well. I told mum to stop standing up for me, I wouldn't allow the man who was supposed to love and protect her put her in pain with no remorse.
I hadn't realized that I stopped walking until I looked up to find myself in the downstairs bathroom staring into the eyes of a stranger. My normal hazel eyes had been replaced by the eyes that belonged to Malfoy. I was the twin of none other then my enemy. The boy who had teased me for 6 years for being a bushy haired, bucktoothed, know it all mudblood. But I wasn't any of that, I was a pureblood. A sleek, beautiful pureblood Malfoy. Suddenly it hit me, What were my friends going to think? What was Harry going to think now that I was the enemies sister? With the world crushing me I finally gave up and cried.
Draco's POV
I watched as my sister walked out of the room. I wanted to follow her, to help her cope with the shocking news. My mother however held me back, "Let her cope in her way for now." she kept her voice low and soft, "This is a lot for her to take in and she probably needs time to think it over." I looked up into her eyes and they were glossed with tears.
"Yes Mother." I glanced at my father and saw him deep in conversation with the woman who adopted Libellule.
"Now, Mrs. Granger, would you be willing to part with your daughter?" his voice stayed steady as he spoke to her. Then I went into shock.
"Granger?" I stared terrified at the woman whom father had addressed. "As in Hermione Granger?" The woman looked at me and nodded. I felt as though a lead ball had just been dropped into my stomach, so I sunk to my knees close to tears. "Oh no. The girl I was supposed to be protecting and loving was the same girl that I tormented for 6 years." My mother looked down at me and tears dribbled down her face.
"It's okay sweetheart. Nobody knew that it was Hermione who was taken from us." Her voice stayed strong even as the tears rolled faster. "Now I understand you're going to want to know why your sister was taken and why you were never told however that must wait. It would only be right for Libellule to find out at the same time, okay darling?" I nodded and stood up, my knees still shaking but the feeling of pure dread had subsided slightly.
My father looked at me and began to speak once again, "We will be taking her back with us, as well as Mrs. Granger here." he looked at the woman and continued, " We owe them a debt of gratitude for raising our daughter to be strong. However as Libellule stated, she does not believe that Mr. Granger deserves the title of father in her life. This is for obvious reasons, and because of that he will not be accompanying us home." his eyes shot daggers at the man still cowering on the floor where I had left him. "Now, Let us find Libellule and we will go back to the manor." with that he offered Mrs. Granger his arm and led her out of the room, motioning for us to follow.
When we got to the bottom of the stairs we heard what sounded to be crying coming from a room at the end of the hall. Mrs. Granger spoke, "I will go get her, I can explain everything and get her to take her rightful place in your home." She walked to the door that Libellule was behind and spoke too softly for us to hear.
Hermione's POV
I sat there crying for what felt like hours. I jumped when I heard my adoptive mother's voice on the other side of the door, "Hermione dear, I need you to come out please." I stood, wishing to follow her soothing voice, and opened the door. She stood looking at her hands speaking softly, "Hermione these nice people are going to take us to your new home alright luv?"
I stared at her in disbelief but nodded and wiped the stray tears from my cheeks. "Yes Mother. As long as you are coming with us. I refuse to allow you to stay with the monster you sadly call a husband." I was still a bit shaken but managed to keep my voice strong and steady as I addressed her, "Is that all right mum?"
"Yes my dear. They have already invited me to accompany you there." she smiled and hugged her, trying to show that I still loved her even if she wasn't my biological mother. "Let's go to our new home my little girl."
"All right." I turned to the Malfoy's, "Do not expect me to forgive you for how you have treated me in the past. And when I decide that you deserve forgiveness remember, I may forgive but I will never forget." I locked eyes with Draco and continued, "It will take awhile for me to call you my family. You have caused misery in my life that nearly surpasses that of which Greg has shown me through the many years that I have shown magical abilities. He may have shown me physical abuse, however emotional abuse runs deeper."
Draco's eyes never waned from my gaze but they became softer in understanding. We broke eye contact when Narcissa began to speak, "Well I believe that we best be off before Mr. Granger decides that these girls need to be punished for their actions." she looked at me and my mother, "All you have to do is hold onto either Lucius or I and we will take you to your new home." she glanced around the group and we all nodded. "Alright, since that is settled lets be off." We all complied and soon were being sucked through the familiar feeling of apperation.
When we landed I was looking upon the most beautiful mansion I had ever seen. The walls were of a dark wood that seemed to stretch forever with so many windows the house itself seemed illuminated. The grounds were even more stunning, it was surrounded by a tall wall made of light stone with vines growing up and across them. The garden was spectacular with the scents of every imaginable flower drifting across the manor grounds. A stream flowed from somewhere in the midst of delicately tended plants out to the side of the wall.
I must have been staring for quite some time, because I was startled when Draco cleared his throat beside me. "Welcome home Libellule."
