Another chapter completed, can anyone guess what is going to happen now? Thanks to my reviewers sakura piglet, dutch potterfan, arabellagrace, Vaneesa85, ANEwrites, The Raven's Sight and flowersNfreaks whose reviews got me to kick into motion and write this chapter. So enjoy!

Déjà Vu

Hermione rustled her way through box, after box in the attic. She was looking for something special to give to Mr. Weasley as an early Christmas present. Hermione had stumbled upon many different antiques to amaze him with but nothing seemed to fit quite right. Pushing the box out of her way, Hermione moved to search through the one behind it. The opening contents made her scream. Picking up the old frame, Hermione inspected it carefully before watching the tears smash onto the dusty glass. Furious Hermione picked up the next frame, and found herself in the same position.

Her parents were the children of two of the most famous wizarding rivalries, and they didn't tell her. Letting out another scream of frustration, Hermione threw the two frames across the room, watching the glass shatter into a million little pieces. She reefed the next frame out of the box and glared at it. This couldn't be happening. . Never in her life had she felt so humiliated. Hermione Granger, member of the Golden Trio, smartest witch of her generation, muggle born to boot; was actually a pureblood. "MUM!" Hermione screamed, picking the next frame out of the box.

Her birth certificate, what a lie.

Jean Granger slowly walked up the stairs from the lounge room, Hermione had been screaming and cursing all morning, she had let it slide because she figured it would just be teenage hormones. "What is it dear" Jean asked, poking her head through Hermione's bedroom door.

"What are these?" Hermione asked calmly, picking up the broken frame and thrusting them into her mother's hands. Hermione watched as her mother looked over the papers and instantly broke down.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry." Jean wailed, pulling Hermione into an embrace. Hermione did not hug her mother back; she just stood there, hands dangling by her side. Jean let go of Hermione and took a step back. "You're not mad, are you?"

Hermione face turned to a look of outrage, she opened her mouth to yell at her mother, but a strange sense of deja vu tingled across her body. Hadn't this happened before? Confused Hermione sat on the box behind her and began to cry. Everything she had ever known about herself and her family was a lie. All those years being bullied by Malfoy, were for nothing, she was exactly like him, a pureblood. "Why didn't you tell me?" Hermione asked, head in her hands as the silent tears streamed down her face.

More tears flowed down Jeans face, and she sat on the box next to Hermione. "Your father and I aren't magical, we are both squibs. Our parents were enemies; mine fighting on the side of good; your fathers fighting with Voldemort. Both were outraged to find that their only children were squibs." Jean sobbed, pulling a handkerchief out of her pocket. "You father and I met whilst our parents were dueling, one another. We decided to run away; and elope, and then we conceived you. We only hoped that you would be magical, when you received the letter from Hogwarts we knew you were. You've let us back into that world Hermione."

"I should've known, you should've told me." Hermione croaked, resisting the urge to completely explode at her mother.

"There's more" Jean pressed taking Hermione's hand softly in her own, "You Grandparents of your father's side promised their first born granddaughter to the grandson of Abraxus Malfoy." Hermione let that digest in her head for a moment, before letting out exasperated growl.

"Draco Malfoy, I'm betrothed to the ferret?" Hermione snapped snatching her hand away from her mothers and promptly heading down the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Hermione heard her mother ask. Hermione ignored her question and continued down the stairs into her bedroom. She had to get away from here. Summoning her trunk, Hermione immediately started to pack; once she had filled it with all her Hogwarts stuff and all the personal belongings that she owned did she answer her mother's question.

"I'm leaving; I'll be at the Burrow if you need to inform me about my life further. I don't know whether I'll be home for Christmas, and I guess I'll be moving out at the end of the year with my fiancé." Hermione snapped at her mother, picking her trunk up and heading down the stairs towards the fireplace.

"Don't you think we should talk about this? Or at least wait for your father to come home. Hermione?" Jean called out, but it was too late the fireplaces green flames were just beginning to die down as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

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Hermione stumbled out of the fireplace, and was once again hit with an immense feeling of déjà vu, looking around she could spot no movement in the living room. Pulling her trunk out of the fireplace, Hermione headed up to Ginny's room. "Gin?" Hermione asked, pushing the bedroom door open. Ginny wasn't in her room, Hermione set her stuff down and went out the back to see if they were playing Quidditch. "Harry? Ron? Ginny?" Hermione called, walking around the gardens. A loud pop told Hermione that someone had just apparated, behind her. Turning around she came face to face with Fred; well more like face to chest.

An overwhelming sense of loss plagued Hermione's being, and she couldn't resist her urge to reach out and embrace Fred. "You're here, Fred." Hermione exclaimed, not noticing the tears welling up in her eyes. Fred hugged her back awkwardly.

"Yeah, I live here" Fred laughed, pulling out of Hermione's embrace. "Are you crying? I always thought I was rather handsome, but I guess the witch knows best" Hermione punched him on the shoulder and wiped her eyes. What the hell had just happened?

"So where are Harry and Ron?" Hermione asked, straightening herself up and walking back into the house with Fred. "I have something I need to tell them."

"They've gone to Diagon Alley, getting school supplies. You're welcome to hang around until they come back"

"That's the plan" Hermione replied, a goofy grin crossing her face. Another sense to reach out and touch Fred grabbed at Hermione. The hug earlier had only satisfied the urge for a brief period, now she needed something more. She wanted, no needed to feel his lips against hers. Hermione shook her head, never before had she felt this way about Fred, it was both startling and intriguing. But wrong, very wrong. She did have a fiancé after all. Even if it was Malfoy.

"So, what's so important that you couldn't wait until tomorrow to tell Ickle Ronnikins and The Chosen One?" Fred asked dramatically, falling onto the couch. Hermione followed suit and let out a breathy sigh. She wanted Harry and Ron to be the first ones to know about her secret life, but she felt a connection like she'd never had with either of the boys, with Fred.

"Long story short, I'm a pureblood. My grandparents are the Snirkley's and the Albridge's, both of my parents are squibs; explains why a 'muggle born' is so good at magic'" Hermione explained, a weight immediately lifting from her chest. It was good to tell someone about her lineage, even if it wasn't her best friends.

"No shit?" Fred asked, staring at Hermione wide-eyed.

"No shit" Hermione confirmed, picking dirt out from underneath her nails. Well, if this is Fred's reaction, surely Harry and Ron's won't be too different.

"Wicked"

"There is a catch, but Harry and Ron need to hear this first" Hermione said. Fred's face dimmed a little, and Hermione felt her heart clench. Why was she so attracted to Fred?

"We're home!" Ginny yelled stumbling through the fire place; Fred jumped up from his place on the couch and headed upstairs, a sullen look on his face. "Mione!" Ginny yelled, running over to give her a hug. "How have you been?" Ginny asked, settling her bags at her feet and sitting in the vacant spot next to Hermione; where Fred had been.

"I've been better Gin" Hermione said, looking towards the fireplace, waiting for Ron and Harry.

Ginny looked around the room, "Hey wasn't Fred here?"

"Yeah he was just..."

"Mione!" Harry called out, stepping out of the fireplace and walking towards her. Hermione stood up and gave Harry a hug. "How have you been?" Harry asked, taking a step back to look at her. Hermione gave Harry a small smile and waited for Ron to come through. "Ron, Mione's here." Harry announced, when Ron landed in the fireplace.

Ron walked forward and gave Hermione a hug, "Uh can I talk to you guys?" Hermione asked, gesturing towards the stairs. The two boys nodded, and headed up the stairs in front of her. Mentally preparing herself for the inevitable explosion which was to come, Hermione sat on the floor and sighed.

"There is something I need to tell you. I'm a pureblood." Ron and Harry's jaws dropped. Well if that was their reaction, they weren't going to take the next bit of news lightly, Hermione thought. "It gets worse." Hermione stated looking around at their now confused faces, "I'm betrothed to Malfoy."

"WHAT!?" Ron yelled, getting off his bed; now pacing the room. Hermione rolled her eyes; of course Ron was going to act like this.

"Ron sit down" Harry said calmly, his face giving nothing away. Hermione smiled at her best friend. She was sure he was as angry as Ron, but his support for her right now meant a lot to Hermione.

"Sit down?" Ron exclaimed his face and ears a matching shade of red to his hair. "Our best friend is engaged to Draco Malfoy, ferret boy scum and you want me to sit down and act like nothing has changed!?" Hermione dropped her eyes to the floor. To say she was ashamed was an understatement. How could the brightest witch of her generation not know about her own lineage for so long?

"What's going on?" Ginny asked, her face red hair flowing behind her popping around the doorframe of Ron's room. "All you can hear downstairs is Ron yelling. Mum's starting to get worried." Hermione felt Harry give her a long look before motioning for Ginny to join them. "Okay, now I'm starting to worry" Ginny said sitting on the bed next to Harry.

"Hermione is a pureblood" Harry explained, "and although I still don't understand how, she is also betrothed to Malfoy" Hermione lifted her gaze to watch Ginny's reaction, immediate shock coupled with anger and pity. She couldn't help but glare at Ginny a little, she didn't want their pity. She could get through this; it was only Malfoy after all, a fist to the nose could fix any problems she could possibly have with him. She needed some air; this was all too much for her. Standing abruptly Hermione left Ron's room without another word said.

Outside. Hermione desperately needed the fresh air and minimal company. Sitting on the old wooden bench by the tool shed, Hermione began to cry. She hadn't cried when she found the papers, nor when she confronted her mother about it; why now? Her heart clenched again as the thought of marrying Malfoy crossed her mind. Wiping away her tears on her sleeve, Hermione steeled herself. This was how it was supposed to be. She was a pureblood, with lying squib parents and was engaged to Draco Malfoy, her school nemesis the only person who hated her because of her blood. Boy was he wrong. She was just like him now. Her blood was as pure as his, her Grandparents fought for the same cause as his. But as she walked back into the burrow, Hermione felt the sense of déjà vu embrace her again.