A/n Hey peeps

Here's the next chappie, I tried my hardest to get it up as fast as I could…so be happy.

Oh and for those of you who don't like my spelling of Blaises last name (pokes out tongue), I happen to think that 'zambini' sounds way better!

Well read on!

Disclaimer: Y do I bother? Serially I own nothing.

Chapter two

Meeting

Hermione sat at her dressing table, awaiting her summons from her 'mother'.

She gently pulled a comb through her thick chocolate locks, staring into the mirror.

How did this happen? One minute she was in her room reading the next she had been whisked away to her new 'home'.

What if she didn't want to be Zambini? Did that matter? Or was this just some plan for her biological parents to produce an heir?

Yes that was it. They did not want her, just what she could offer…even if she wasn't willing to give her service.

Flash back

Mrs. Granger entered Hermione's bed room; her eyes were unmistakably red from crying.

She walked to the bed, coughing loudly, catching her daughters' attention.

"Oh, hi mum, what's wrong? Tell me, did something happen?" Hermione asked concern etched in her voice.

Mrs. Granger sniffed, "I'm fine. At least I will be fine, in a long time from now".

"What does that mean?" She asked confused.

"Hermione dear, I have something to tell you" Mrs. Granger managed before sobbing "I knew that letting you go would hurt, but not this much!" she gasped, tears flowing freely down her face.

"Letting me go, why would you do that?"

"Because" sniff "You aren't my real daughter" She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt.

"What?"

"I found you, in a cloak room at the rail way station to be exact" she started "You were bundled up into a suit case; you didn't have a guardian, believe me I looked. No one claimed you, so I took you home and made you my own. I knew that someone would come looking for you one day, I just didn't think that it would be so soon".

"Why didn't you tell me this?" Hermione asked, hurt flashing in her features.

"I was going to tell you on your seventeenth birthday, please forgive me".

"Who has come for me?"

"Your mother and father, they are like you, magical I mean."

"Magical? What is their name?" Hermione asked her voice completely detached.

"Zambini" Mrs. Granger said in resignation, she knew that she had lost her daughter.

"Well we mustn't keep them waiting, after all I am seventeen years late" Hermione said coldly, making a move to stand, but a light hand touched her arm.

"I'm sorry" Mrs. Granger tried, her eyes pleading desperately.

"Well sometimes sorry just isn't good enough".

End Flashback

Hermione sighed. Maybe she was a bit too hard on her mother, or Mrs. Granger…that sounded so weird 'Mrs. Granger'…She didn't like it. Hermione sighed, 'Even though she lied to me, she still deserves the title, after all the woman did raise me for seventeen years, so that was it her title should stay as 'mum'' she thought standing as the bell rang.

"Yes?" Hermione asked opening the door to a small elderly elf.

"Mistress has sent mixy here to retrieve you for diners miss" The elf said softly, cowering in the girls' presence.

"It's okay mixy, I won't hurt you" Hermione said kindly bending down to the elves height.

"Well miss mixy, would you please show me the way to the dining hall? I'm still getting settled in, and have no idea where to go".

"Ofcourse miss, mixy will gladly do's"

"Thank you"

"Oh miss?"

"Yes mixy?"

"Mistress wanted you to read this first" The elf said, producing a letter.

"Oh alright, would you like to come in?"

"Oh no, that would be intruding" mixy said her eyes growing wide.

"But I insist" Hermione said ushering the elf into her room.

Hermione glided over to her bed and sat down, opening the note.

She read it carefully.

My Dearest Hermione,

I would like to inform you, that this dinner is not a time where we shall get to know each other. It is far more than that, and I regret on not telling you this sooner, but I feared that you would rebel and refuse to grace us with your presence.

What would make you rebel you ask, simply this, your father and I have arranged for you to be married to a very highly regarded pureblood wizard. I am sure that you have met him before, and I am positive that you will like him.

Please think of how you are going to behave this evening as it will impact on your family to be as well as I. There is nothing that you can do to alter our decision in marrying you, so don't try anything.

Yours truly,

Mother.

Hermione felt like screaming. She had only just arrived in this new life and already they had promised her to someone! This couldn't be happening, could it?

"Miss it is time to leave, we mustn't be late". Mixy informed her.

Hermione looked up from the letter, before stating coldly "No wouldn't want to keep mummy waiting not would I?"

Draco and Narcissa landed with a thud in the Zambinis main entrance hall.

The hall was large and rather extravagant, the walls were a dark color with grand designs over them, something that anyone would be proud of…but to Draco let's just say that he had seen better.

"Ahh, Narcissa and Draco, you're here at last" a feminine voice sounded behind them.

"Carol" Narcissa smiled gliding over to the beautiful woman "How lovely it is to see you".

"And you" Carol Zambini said before turning her attention to Draco.

"My haven't you grown" she stated looking at the handsome man before her "I haven't seen you since you were in the fourth grade, a lot has changed since then" She said looking at him appreciatively. "Yes, you will definitely suit my daughter; you two will make the grandest socialites in all of history aside from myself ofcourse".

The two women laughed "Come let us wait for my daughter in the dining hall".

Draco sighed, how long was he going to have to wait, did these people enjoy seeing him in pain? What was he thinking? They are purebloods, ofcourse they enjoy seeing humans in pain.

"So fucker, anxious?" Blaise asked, taking a seat nest to Draco at the table.

"No" Draco answered a little too hastily.

"Really, could have fooled me" Blaise smirked, "And you don't have to worry mate, she doesn't look like the grim reaper"

"Good to know"

"Ladies and gentlemen" an elf addressed "may I present the new Lady Zambini".

The door opened, and in came Hermione, she looked up. Chocolate orbs met silver before staring in disgust.

"You?" They both yelled in unison.

"Oh, so you do know each other?" Narcissa asked.

Draco ignored her, "Granger how surprising it is to see you" he said nastily.

"Malfoy, I should of guessed that it was you, I mean the letter practically stated that my fiancé was a smuck".

"Well mother didn't tell me that I was marrying a mudblood". He smirked.

"Touché, but there is a catch, I'm not a mudblood. What's the matter Malfoy, disappointed?"

"Not at all, just thinking, it all makes sense now"

"What does?" Hermione asked ignoring the glares from her parents.

"There was no way that you could be a mudblood, your test scores are too perfect".

"Please elaborate"

"Let's just say that for a mudblood you are brilliant, and for a pureblood well, you're average".

"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Mrs. Zambinis voice sounded through the hall.

"I have been waiting for this night my entire life, stop ruining it!" She flared angrily "I don't care if you don't like each other, pretend if you have to! You may as well try being nice to each other, you are going to be together for the rest of you lives after all!"

"Sorry" they both apologized.

"Now sit, together!" she ordered seeing the two heading for opposite sides of the table.

Once they were seated she spoke again "Good, now we are going to have a civilized dinner. Then we shall move to the tea room for supper, okay?"

A/n Sorry that it's so short, but it's 4am and I'm tired and going to go to bed….so good night or rather, good morning.

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