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Summary: See Chapter 1
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Thanks to you all!!! And if I missed you out, my deepest apologies. Now onto the story!
Hermione yawned and stretched as she woke up in her bed the next morning. She looked around at the other girls and noticed that they were looking at her, though not going any closer to her than they absolutely had to.
"Is there anything wrong?" she asked snappishly.
"No, Hermione," they murmured looking at the ground.
Rolling her eyes, she stormed down the stairs and walked up to Harry and Ron. The pair were sitting near the fireplace working on some unfinished Transfiguration homework. "Hey guys," she said with a smile.
"Erm… hey, Hermione," they answered, their eyes looking at the ground.
"Well, let's go," she said with a note of impatience in her voice and climbed out of the portrait hole. The two boys trailed behind her.
They were just outside the Great Hall when Draco with his posse and Pansy came in from the dungeons. "Ew… Potty, Weasel where is the mudblood?" Pansy said nastily.
"Erm…" they hesitated, not meeting Pansy's eyes.
"Right here, Pansy," Hermione snarled back.
"Ew… You look disgusting." Pansy's nose crunched as she examined Hermione more closely. "Even more of a Mudblood."
"Thanks a lot."
"You're welcome."
Hermione shot Pansy a dark look before turning on Harry and Ron. "Well, aren't you two going to help me?"
"Erm…" Ron let his response fall.
"Fine. Don't." She turned to Draco and said rather shortly , "And what about you, Ferret Boy? Do you let your girlfriend do all the talking?"
"No!" the sleek boy shouted defensively.
"Well, then do some, you coward." She marched past them, heading towards the library to do some research. She was getting tired of the way people were treating her and acting towards her. She wanted answers and if Dumbledore couldn't give them…she would have to find them herself.
Hermione searched through book after book, though none of them could explain her strange transfiguration. After she had skimmed what felt like the hundredth book she threw the book back on the shelf and kicked the bookcase in frustration as hard as she could. "OW!" She yelled.
"Quiet!"
"Sorry, Madame Pince," Hermione said innocently.
Letting out a deep breath, she rested herself heavily onto the bookcase. Just as she did, a book from the top shelf fell down and hit whacked her on the head. "Ow!" Hermione gasped inwardly, trying to avoid being told off. The book landed face up, old and dusty, with gold writing lavishly printed across the cover: "A Wizard's Genealogy." An amusing thought came to mind; she wondered if Draco's family was ever mentioned in here. It would be something if he was proven not to be as pureblooded as he makes himself out to be.
Heading towards one of the tables, she looked through the book. It wasn't until she was halfway through it, did something in the pages grab her attention. Some of the people in the family tree looked…well…familiar. Could it be?
She walked up to the Librarian's desk and said hastily, "I would like to borrow this, please."
Madame Pince scanned it with her wand and Hermione left in a hurry, though smiling happily. She appeared in front of the gargoyle leading to Dumbledore's office and recited the password. "Sherbet Lemons." The gargoyle jumped aside to allow her entrance.
