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Chapter 6

It had been two days since I had last talked to Draco. I had needed time to process everything that had happened and he understood this. Ron still wasn't talking to me and I couldn't say that I was truly feeling this loss. I did miss talking to Draco but I needed some time away from him to see whether these feelings I had were just a crush or something more. If I was around him I would be to distracted.

I'd used the time to catch up on being ahead with homework. Due to my searching the Library I wasn't as far in front of it as I would have liked. I still hadn't received anything back from the Ministry yet and was hoping that the owl would come at breakfast this morning.

As I reached the Great Hall I noticed that Draco was not present at the Slytherin table. This made me a little sad. I missed talking to him a lot and after taking the time to think things through I decided that I wanted to spend more time with him. To be perfectly honest I preferred his company to Ron's and Harry's. Yet another fact that scared me.

I sat down to my toast and pumpkin juice breakfast to wait for the post. I don't know why I was so sure it would come today but I had a feeling it would. Sure enough, when the post owls flew into the Great Hall there was a Ministry one headed my way. It dropped the letter on to my lap before flying off, not even bothering to ask for a treat.

The letter was quite thick which meant that they probably had sent a copy of my birth certificate. I fingered the envelope. For some strange reason I was nervous about opening it. I wasn't sure whether I could do it. Checking the Slytherin table I immediately spotted a head of blonde hair. Draco had made it down to breakfast.

I tried to catch his eye. After what seemed like ages he looked up at me. It was the first contact we'd had in two days and he smiled. Perhaps he was as eager to talk again as I was. I gestured to the letter sitting on the table next to me and nodded, signalling that he knew what it was.

I stood up from the table and headed for the school grounds, hoping he would follow me. I breathed a sigh of relief when he did. I doubted I would be able to open it on my own. I was being silly. I already knew what it was going to say so why was I so worried.

Because it might not say what you expect, that annoying little voice said. I was afraid it might be right. Knowing that Draco was just behind me, I headed to a large tree by the side of the lake. It was a beautiful sunny day and the trees shade looked inviting. I settled myself down at its roots with the letter and waited for Draco to catch up.

He came and sat down beside me. I stared down at the envelope before me. Draco gently removed it from my hands and waited till I looked at him.

"So you've sorted everything out in your head I take it?" He smiled at me. I was grateful he hadn't taken my silence the wrong way. I nodded back at him.

"You did ask the Ministry then?" Once again I nodded.

"Well are you going to open it?"

I looked up at him. I was embarrassed to admit I was scared of its contents. What would I do if it didn't say what I thought it would? I just didn't know.

"I don't know whether I can." I said it quietly, half hoping he wouldn't hear.

"Do you want me to?" He was equally quiet.

"Please." I wasn't currently capable of saying much. I was far too nervous.

Draco unsealed the envelope and drew out two pieces of paper, my birth certificate and a letter from the Ministry. He held the certificate out towards me but I couldn't take it from him. Instead I pushed it towards him.

"Would you read it please?" It was his turn to nod.

He brought the certificate up to his face. I watched his eyes run back and forth over the paper. I small crease formed in his forehead. I wasn't sure whether that was good or bad. He finished reading and nodded. Whatever was written there was obviously what he had suspected. That made me more nervous.

"I think you need to read it."

I gingerly took it from his outstretched hand. Breathing deeply I looked at the text on the page.

Full name: Hermione Jean Declise

Date of Birth: 19th September 1993

Fathers name: Darrien Richard Declise

Mothers name: Terra Mirabilis Declise

So that was it then. My parents weren't my actual parents. I wasn't a Granger. It felt like my whole life was collapsing around me. Why had they never told me? I could've handled it if it came from them. This was not the way I should've found out. I looked at Draco.

"You knew." It wasn't a question.

"I had an idea."

"Why didn't you tell me?" My face was blank. I was in shock.

"I didn't know for sure and I didn't want to alarm you if it wasn't correct."

"How?"

"How what?"

"How did you know?"

"I noticed in the prefects carriage. You've changed a bit in appearance and well, my parents were good friends with the Declise's. We have photos of them in our home. You look a lot like your mother. I felt more certain when I felt the change in your aura." This didn't make any sense.

"How could you sense my aura?"

"I'm part Veela, you mother was a Veela and so your part Veela too. The gene presents itself around the age of seventeen. The Veela magic mixes with your own and send out a sort of signal to others of our kind who know how to read it." I really couldn't believe this.

"Why didn't you tell me when you knew I was worried about the change?"

"I couldn't, if I had told you you were adopted, you wouldn't have believed me. Without knowing of your adoption you would have immediately discounted any information about Veelas I could have pointed you towards. So I did the only thing I could think of." I had so many questions.

"So if my parents were friends with yours does that mean my father is a pureblood?"

"Was."

"Was what?"

"Your father was a pureblood. Your parents were killed not long before You- Know- Who fell. My father and Mother only saw you once as a child. They searched for you, you know. It was like you had disappeared of the face of the earth. They searched for years, they're your Godparents you see. Eventually they assumed you died that night with your parents."

I really couldn't believe this. This was just to much; adopted, part Veela, real parents dead and the Malfoys were my Godparents. I just didn't understand. Why didn't I go to the Malfoys when my parents died? How did my parents die?

"Why was I put up for adoption?" My voice was weak. I felt rejected, didn't my parents want me. Draco looked at me sadly.

"I don't know, I just don't know. My parents might be able to give you some answers though and they'd really like to know your alive. It broke my mothers heart when they couldn't find you. Your mother and her were best friends."

He looked at me imploringly. I knew that he wanted to tell his parents but I just didn't know if I could take that. I doubted they would except me if he did. They had thought me a mud blood for five years and I helped to put Mr. Malfoy in Azkaban only this summer. I did want to know though. It was terrifying not knowing. I was ignorant about my own life and I didn't like it. I stalled.

"Hang on. You said you were part Veela too, wouldn't that mean that you weren't a pureblood?" he looked a bit uncomfortable.

"It's a relatively common practise for purebloods to marry Veela and such. It keeps the magic in the line strong and lessens the number of squibs born. Plus there aren't that many pureblood families and if we refused to marry only purebloods things would eventually get a bit incestuous."

"So as far as purebloods are concerned, I'm pureblood."

"Pretty much." I felt a little bit smug at this. They'd all looked down on me for being a 'Mudblood' and now I was a pureblood.

"So who's the Veela in your family?"

"My Father's Mother."

"Ah."

There was silence after that. I knew Draco was still waiting for my answer as to whether he could tell his parents but I still wasn't sure. I was feeling rejected enough at the thought of my parents giving me up for adoption. I don't think I could bare it if my Godparents decided they didn't want anything to do with me.

"Draco, I don't know. I just don't know. I helped to put your dad in Azkaban for Merlin's sake. I really don't think your parents are going to be my biggest fans at the minute, Goddaughter or not." He looked incredulous.

"The Goddaughter they searched for, for four years finally turns up. Of course they're going to be happy!"

I was torn. On the one hand, I could do with as many supporters as possible right now and it would be nice to not be hated by the Malfoys. Especially since I was in a almost relationship with their son. Having said this I really don't think I could take anymore rejection at the minute. Draco looked at me, pleading. I sighed.

"Fine, but if they don't want anything to do with me I don't want to know about it. I couldn't take that right now."

Draco smiled at me and drew me up into a hug. He seemed really excited that he could tell his parents. At least his Mother, I'm not sure how easy it would be to contact his father as he was currently in Azkaban. I felt bad about that. It was stupid because he had, sort of, tried to kill us after all but at the same time it wasn't a good way of showing appreciation for ones Godfather.

The worst thing about this was other peoples reactions. I needed to talk to my adoptive parents about this, they needed to know that I knew. Then there was Harry and Ron, they had barely accepted me being friends with Draco. I really didn't want to see their reactions when they found out that the Malfoys were my Godparents. Ron would probably accuse me of being a Death Eater spy. Harry would probably never completely trust me again. He was a very suspicious person.

Then there was the problem of my last name. I suppose I could legally change my name to Declise. In fact I probably should. Once people started finding out it would be expected of me. If I didn't it might be seen as a slight by the pureblood community.

Draco left me go and we said goodbye. I watched him run off, probably to write to his Mum about me. I wondered what her reaction would be. On second thoughts I wasn't sure I wanted to know. On the plus side Mrs. Malfoy might know something more about my parents death. I should write to my parents to, see what they know.

Heading back up to the castle I wondered just how I would break the news to everyone. I would jus wait first, and see what Mrs. Malfoy's reaction was.

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