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I'm terribly sorry it took me so long to update. Hopefully this chapter will make up for it? This story doesn't have anything to do with HBP, so to those of you who haven't read it, it is safe to read this!

Narcissa's POV

That Dumbledore had some nerve! Talking to me as if he knew more than I did about my own family! I know that the only reason my husband went to him in the first place was because Lord Voldemort told him to. That fool wouldn't even know about our deep family secrets if he didn't absolutely have to know!

He even had the nerve to send me an owl, telling me that Draco would be spending the remainder of the holidays at that school Hogwarts! He didn't have the right to decide what was best for everyone! Especially my son!

But the final straw, the absolute final straw, was the letter that came just the previous day, telling me who my daughter was! I knew that my daughter was at Hogwarts. Dumbledore didn't bother to tell me the name he had given her, so I have had to spend six years trying to figure out which Slytherin girl she was.

The only problem was, all those girls were from families I already knew. Like the Parkinson family, and the Bulstroade family. I outright refused to believe that one of those two pug-faced girls was my daughter!

Then Dumbledore sent me a letter. I opened it in haste, thinking that maybe Draco had gotten some sense, and had written to me. I was terribly mistaken.

Narcissa,

I have very good news for you that I am sure you will be positively delighted to hear. I have decided that it is the right time to tell you the identity of your daughter. I fully believe you and Lucius have been in agony enough, and that it is the right time. Your daughter discovered the secret with her…I guess you could say adoptive parents. The letter I left with her, explaining the circumstances surrounding her being left on the porch of a respectable family, was discovered and she is here with Draco. I must tell you, they seem to be getting along a lot better than I thought they would.

Sixteen years ago, I gave her the name Hermione Anne Granger. You know her by reputation, I do believe? She definitely has the Malfoy talent! It's a wonder she didn't know it sooner, wouldn't you say? She looks forward to meeting you. I await your reply.

Albus Dumbledore.

I tore the letter up. I wouldn't believe it; I couldn't! That smart mudblood that my son had kept talking about every summer? The one that hung around that Harry Potter be my daughter? No, it couldn't be true! No Malfoy would ever befriend a Potter!

If I ever got my hands on that girl, I would strangle her. Or throw the Cruciatus Curse her way. And I'd kill Dumbledore too, for making her grow up in a place that taught her all the things we were against. All the things a Malfoy was not.

And what was this nonsense about Draco getting along well with her? As I recall, they hated each other before; why would they be getting along now?

Dumbledore must think I'm stupid. That has to be the only explanation. Hermione Granger my long lost daughter. A joke was what it had to be!

We'll see about this. And, right or wrong, Dumbledore and that mudblood would pay.

Harry's POV

If Hermione was joking, she was doing a hell of a job! Hanging around the two people at Hogwarts we hate the most and then telling Ron and me that she was related to Malfoy? Shopping in Diagon Alley with him and Snape no less! What could she be thinking?

I wanted to grab her arm and pull her away. Judging by the look on Ron's face, he wanted to as well.

"What does Hermione think she's playing at?" Ron demanded angrily as we left Flourish and Blotts. She, Malfoy and Snape had disappeared completely, so there was no hope of rescuing her.

"She has to have some sort of reason for tricking us like this. But then again, she has never really kept anything from us before, has she?" I tried to talk myself out of believing what she had just told me.

"Third year she kept the Time Turner from us! Maybe she's just…I dunno…not telling us something again?" Ron suggested, his face red in anger.

I shrugged. I didn't want to let it rest, but I had to. Thinking too much on it would lead me down one conclusion, and I didn't want to believe a lie, no matter how good it was to believe it.

Ginny, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George arrived a minute later, and not a moment too soon. "Did you two get all of your shopping done?" Mrs. Weasley asked pleasantly.

"Yes Mom," Ron answered for us.

"Well, let's get going then. Spending too much time down here these days is…well let's go," Mrs. Weasley replied, then led me and her children down towards the exit. Ginny hung back with Ron and me, looking like she wanted to ask us something.

"Why is Hermione hanging around with Malfoy and Snape?" she asked.

"I dunno," I told her. I didn't really want to relay what Hermione had told us back in Flourish and Blotts to her just yet, and Ron didn't either.

"What's up with Ron's nose?"

I looked at Ron. I had forgotten Malfoy had broken his nose. Ginny's words had reached Mrs. Weasley, and she waltzed over towards us.

"Ron, your nose is broken! Who did that to you?" she demanded as she took out her wand.

"Draco Malfoy. But it's no big deal Mom!" Ron said as best he could.

"What did you say to provoke him? Nothing about his father, I hope?" She looked dangerous now.

We stayed silent.

"Ronald Weasley, how many times do I have to tell you not to sink to his level!" Mrs. Weasley exploded.

"I couldn't help it. He always talks about us and the fact that we're…"

"You shouldn't let him get to you like that! He's bad blood. The whole Malfoy family is no good! None of them ever turn out right!"

I felt as uncomfortable as Ron looked.

"Okay," Ron finally got out.

We stayed silent until we got back to the Burrow. I just didn't know what to say. The whole thing was just so…unfair.

Hermione's POV

I felt horrible for the rest of the day. How could I ever face Harry and Ron again? They would probably hate me after our encounter at Flourish and Blotts.

Draco kept telling me not to worry about them and how I could do better than them anyway. "If they stop talking to you just because of your real family then they're not as good as you thought they were, are they?"

I knew he was right and that he was trying to make me feel better, but it wasn't working. Harry and Ron were my only real friends. Harry might take it okay after a while, but Ron…just thinking about what he must be thinking brought tears to my eyes.

Snape wouldn't look at either of us. He was angry that we had talked to them and that we had spent so much time doing so. I don't know how big the stick shoved up his ass was, but I didn't like it.

We got back to Hogwarts in damp spirits. With only a few days left until the start of term, I felt more sick than ever at what everybody would say to the news of Draco's newly discovered twin sister.


Next chapter: The start of term and…a new look? To find out please review! I'll will update soon!