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Hermione spent almost entire day with her father. They walked through the spacious gardens and had lunch outside, in the small pavilion by the pond. Voldemort talked to his daughter about her mother, their school days and ordinary things from their life. She was touched by his gentleness and sad look in his eyes whenever he mentioned Evelyn or Adrian. He never had family before, and the pain he felt for their loss didn't disappear even after so many years. He was only grateful for his precious princess. She was the main reason that kept him alive all these years.

xxxxx

It was almost five o'clock when her uncle returned from work. He was Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He came home with a prospect for an article in tomorrow's Daily Prophet. It pretty much covered what they arranged that morning, although with some exaggerations, courtesy of Rita Skeeter. Hermione didn't mind, however. It was essential that everyone accepts the story, and Rita had a special gift to make people believe in what she was writing.

She retreated in her room that was in the east wing of the manor. It was spacious, luxury decorated room, with dark mahogany furniture, and purple walls and curtains. Her father told her that purple was her mother's favorite color. She was surprised that he still remembered things like that, but happy nonetheless.

She sat at the massive table, took her quill and few pieces of parchment, and started writing.

Dear Harry,

I hope you're alright. I need to inform you about something that happened last night before you read it in the newspaper. Don't panic, everything's fine. It's just that last night I found out that I was actually adopted by the Grangers when I was baby. My real father showed last night and told me the entire story. So now I moved in with him, and I don't think I will be able to see you before school. I wish you all the best.

Hermione

She sighed. Dealing with Harry was always easy. She didn't even want to imagine Ron's reaction. She wrote the exact letter to him, and then called her house elf, Cookie, to send the owls. She soon heard footsteps, and then a light knock on her door.

"Is everything alright, my dear?" Her father asked as he entered her room.

"Yeah. I was just sending letters to my friends."

"How do you think they'll react?"

She sighed.

"I don't know, daddy. But I'm pretty sure they'll shove me off, especially when they find out about my transfer to Slytherin."

He smiled apologetically at her.

"You know that is necessary, princess. They are Dumbledore's little followers, and you need to stay away from them."

"I know. Are you really gonna kill Harry?"

"I must. For the Prophecy clearly said that neither of us can live as the other one survives. I understand he is your friend, but…"

"No, daddy. You are my family, and that's what matters the most."

Voldemort looked at his daughter proudly. She may have his looks, but she had her mother's heart. He kissed her forehead, before turning to leave.

"I have to go, princess. I have some business with Lucius. Have fun with your uncle."

xxxxx

Edgar Yaxley was sitting in an armchair next to fireplace, with glass of firewhiskey in his hand as his niece approached him. She wandered the manor for the last hour, but now she came to see him.

"How was your day at work, uncle?" She asked politely.

"Not bad. I pretty much wanted it to finish, so I could come home to see my favorite niece."

"I am your only niece, and I'm pretty sure that automatically makes me the favorite one", she smiled.

Yaxley laughed. She resembled his sister so much.

"Of course you are, kitten. I am glad to see that this is not all too much for you."

"Well, daddy's been great with me. And..." she stopped.

"And what?" He asked curiously.

"I feel like this is all right. As if I was living under some spell, and now it's removed and I am free."

"That shouldn't wonder you. It was Glamour I casted at you when I left you with those Muggles. It covers your blood, but some of your traits and feelings as well. You may think that you've changed, but the truth is that this is the real you. The one you were supposed to be from the day you were born."

Hermione nodded silently. She understood it now.

"And I do have other nieces. My cousin Elaina married Herbert Greengrass twenty years ago. They have two daughters, the girls are your cousins actually."

She knew the Greengrasses. Daphne and Astoria. Both of them were Slytherins, Daphne was even the same age as Hermione. She was best friend with Pansy Parkinson, although she didn't seem that bad.

The big clock on the wall ringed. It was seven. Hermione stood up, and excused herself.

"I'm going to my room to read a little."

"Have fun", her uncle told her, and added, more to himself "just like Evelyn."

She smiled at him. She was glad to be compared to her mother.

xxxxx

"Cookie", she called as she entered her room. Small elf appeared with a crack.

"Yes mistress, how can Cookie be of help?"

"I'm going out", she said as she was browsing her closet. "My uncle doesn't need to know about that. I would appreciate if you come to inform me if he suspects anything."

"Cookie's pleased to serve, mistress."

She looked at the little creature. It crossed her mind how she fought for the S.P.E.W., but now it seemed like a bad idea. They were happy about their life, so, why should she take that away.

She picked short green dress, silver flats and matching purse. Perfect, she thought. Those were really nice colors, and they matched better than red and gold. She put some makeup, and then walked into the great fireplace, disappearing in the wave of green flames.

xxxxx

It was 7:50 p.m. and Draco Malfoy was walking around his flat in the centre of Muggle London nervously. Something happened were the only words crossing his mind. He thought about the worst possible scenarios. But there was no way that she could be hurt in any way, for she wouldn't be able to send message. Ten more minutes, he was thinking. Ten bloody minutes.

Apartment was one of the many real estates owned by his family. They hadn't really used him much, usually for some business affairs. But Draco found it a perfect place for his meetings, and those weren't business oriented.

Green flames lightened the room, and Draco saw a brunette getting out of it. She wore green dress and a smile on her face.

"Nice dress", he complimented as he walked towards her.

"Thank you. I kind of like it, so don't you dare ripping it as we both know you love, mister", she chuckled.

"I'll be on my best behavior", he mumbled as he was kissing her. "But I do hope that you'll be on your worst", he winked at her mischievously.

Hermione smiled. She put her hand around his neck, and kissed him again, deeper this time. There was something about kissing Draco Malfoy. She literary couldn't get enough of it.

"Is everything alright", he asked worriedly, when they finally separated. "You said something happened, it sounded important."

"It is important", she sighed. But then she looked at him with a smirk. "But", she traced her finger down his chest, "it can wait a bit longer."

He kissed her hungrily, and then picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom.