Hey guys! Wow! I got 11 reviews on my first chapter! Woo hoo!!! That's more than I got on all four chapters on my other story combined. Yay! I'm so proud! Well, enough of me jabbering on... here's chapter two. Please REVIEW! It makes me so happy when you do. =)

Thanks to Plastic, michele, Ghetto Superstar, Samantha, gabbygoose, TriGemini, Elsa, bubbles-123, Anarchy Star, and Sophiebabe for reviewing!!!!

disclaimer: I don't own any of the HP characters. JK does. I do own Giselle and Gregoire D'Evereux.

********************************************************************

Hermione didn't move an inch. She just stared, searching for words to say. Finally, all she could get out was "Why did you abandon me?"

The beautiful woman that was her mother walked forward and looked down at Hermione. "I cannot tell you that now, I'm afraid, for you would not understand."

"Try me," replied Hermione while thinking of everything she'd been through in the last six years.

" 'Ermione, I'm afraid it's true. We cannot tell you now," said Gregoire, walking up next to Giselle.

"What we can tell you, is that we are returning for you now. We want you home."

Hermione turned her attention from the D'Evereuxs to the Grangers. Jonathon spoke up.

"Mione, I think you should go with them. You don't belong here. Its not your place. You are a witch, and you belong in the wizarding world."

Anne nodded her head in agreement.

Hermione returned her gaze to her newly found parents, and looked them over. Giselle had the same bushy brown hair, and the same skin tone that she had. Gregoire had the same dark brown eyes that were like pools of chocolate. Noting the obvious similarities between them, Hermione started to believe that they were actually her parents.

"'Ermione, if you go and get your things together we can leave," said her mother.

Hermione nodded, and without a single word, rose from her chair and ascended the stairs leading to her room. Once she was inside, she sat on her bed and looked around. She had spent 17 years of her life in that house, in that room. She had many fond memories of her room; it was there that she had opened her letter saying that she had been accepted into Hogwarts. It was there that Hedwig glided gracefully in through the window with a letter from Harry telling Hermione for the first time that he was in love with her. Sighing, she silently began to gather her things.

+ + +

"Thank you for keeping her here all this time," said Giselle.

"No problem," replied Anne.

"And she has no idea that you are really of the wizarding world correct?," asked Gregoire.

"Correct. It was hard at first, not being able to use magic to clean, cook, and do other things, and living amongst these damn muggles didn't help one bit either. But, eventually we got used to it, and she never found out."

"Good. How are the elements?"

"Very well kept. We kept them until her sixteenth birthday. We charmed a pair of earrings and put them in there. We told her they belong to her great-great grandmother, so of course she has taken care of them. She keeps them locked safely away and only wears them on special occasions."

"What do the earrings look like?"

"Silver stars with blue stones in the middle."

"Excellent."

At that moment Hermione returned into the kitchen, with her trunk.

"Did you get everything you needed?," asked Anne.

"Yup. I used a Shrinking charm. There's nothing left in my room," replied Hermione softly.

"Well, we'd better be off then. We'll have to use floo powder since you can't apparate yet."

Hermione nodded and led the way to the fireplace.

"I'll go first, and meet you there," said Gregoire. He took a pinch of the powder from a satchel in his pocket before handing it to his wife. He then stepped up to the fireplace, threw the powder into the flames, and walked in. With the emerald green flames flickering wildly around his body, he yelled "D'Evereux Manor", and disappeared.

"Our turn," said Giselle, smiling at Hermione.

Hermione timidly smiled back before turning to look at the Grangers. "I guess this is goodbye then."

"I guess so," replied Jonathon.

"You can come back and visit us whenever you want," said Anne.

"I promise I will come back and visit," replied Hermione, smiling.

Hermione walked up to her former parents and hugged them. Then without another word, she stepped into the flames and was off to D'Evereux Manor.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Hermione landed with a soft thud on a beautiful Italian rug in front of the fireplace. Quickly so that she wouldn't be in the way of her mother flooing into the house, she got up and dusted herself off. Her father was standing just a few feet away, watching her intently. "Well, what do you think?"

Hermione walked around the living room taking in its breathtaking elegance. A large Italian rug covered the oak wood floor, with black suede furniture on top of it. The fireplace was green marble, with a silver chain-metal cover. The mantelpiece above it was also made of oak, and many beautiful objects on it that looked as if they probably came from places all over the world. There were paintings on the wall done by Monet, and a lavish crystal chandelier overhead that illuminated the room, giving it a soft glow. Hermione held her breath. "Wow," she gasped.

"I'm glad you like it," said Giselle, walking up beside Hermione. She had just flooed inside.

Suddenly, a house elf bounded into the room dressed in an old potato sack. He stopped in front of Gregoire and bowed deeply. In a masculine, but high pitched voice he said "Excuse me, Master, but the chefs in the kitchens is needing your help. They is needing to know what your guests for tonight is liking to eat."

"Thank you Ducky. I shall be there shortly."

Ducky bowed once again and scurried out of sight.

Gregoire turned to Hermione. "I know that we didn't get to show you around as we would have liked, but we really need to get this situation sorted out."

Hermione smiled politely. "Its okay."

"Your room is upstairs to the left, the last door to your right down the corridor. We are having some old friends over for dinner tonight, and we'd like to introduce you to them. There should be a dress in the closet for you; I'd like you to wear it tonight," said Giselle.

"Sure."

"Would you like for me to send someone to come and take your things to your room?," asked Giselle kindly.

"No thanks, I can manage."

"All right then. We'll meet you back down here at seven o'clock sharp. Until then you are free to roam about the mansion." With that said, Giselle and Gregoire left the room towards the kitchens.

Hermione watched them leave until they were fully out of sight and then started towards her new room. When she got to the staircase she noticed that it looked like the ones she had seen in movies; two grand staircases on either side of a balcony overlooking the entrance-way into the manor. The stairs were highly polished, and were oak wood just like the floors. Her footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as she walked to her room. She stopped in front of her door, the last one on the right. 'Well, this is it. You're new bedroom,' she thought to herself while opening the door. She was taken aback when she saw her room, and stood in the doorway gazing at it.

Her room had to be at least three times bigger than her former bedroom, and that one was pretty big. It included her own fireplace, a large four poster bed (similar to the one in her Gryffindor dorm room, but more elegant with sheer white fabric draping across it), a large window that allowed the bright sunlight to flood the room, and a large bookshelf that covered an entire wall of the room. That was by far her favorite part. She was tempted to go and start digging through the books immediately, but stopped herself and decided to look in the bathroom connected to her room. She set her things down and opened the door and the far left corner of her room that led to the bathroom. Inside, she found a bathtub the size of a jacuzzi, a shower, a large mirror, and everything else you would find inside a bathroom. 'I'm beginning to like this place,' she thought.

She decided not to go and roam the rest of the house, but instead unpacked all of her things and then picked out a book to read. She was fully immersed in a copy of "Wizarding Schools Throughout The World" when her mother came into the room.

"Hermione! It's almost seven o'clock dear! Why aren't you dressed yet?"

Hermione looked down at her watch. It read 6:30pm.

"I'm sorry, I must have gotten caught up in this book and lost track of the time."

"Its all right, but hurry and get dressed! Our guests will be here soon."

Giselle hurried toward the closet and pulled out a dress. It must have been the one she was talking about.

"Here put this on," she said handing Hermione the dress. She then ran into the bathroom.

It was a floor length emerald green dress, that laced up on the top accentuating Hermione's curves. There were two rows of diamonds on the top that glittered when she walked. "Its so pretty," Hermione breathed once she had it on.

"I bought it just for you. I thought you'd like it," said Giselle smiling. "Here, put these on while I fix your hair." She handed Hermione a pair of clear, high heeled shoes with rows of diamonds in them. They looked like glass slippers. She heard Giselle muttering something under her breath as she put the last shoe on.

"There, all done. Now stand up and let me look at you."

Hermione stood and turned around. She looked absolutely stunning. Giselle had magicked her hair into and updo with many curls, and little tendrils outlining her face. She smiled. "You look gorgeous. Now come with me, its time to meet downstairs. Our guests should already be here."

Hermione followed her mother down the stairs and down the hall leading to the sitting room. She heard both male and female voices as she neared. Giselle cleared her throat.

"Lucius, Narcissa, this is my daughter Hermione."

Hermione stopped dead in her tracks. 'Lucius?,' she thought. 'It can't be! Then that means...' She looked around and came face to face with none other than...

"MALFOY!?"

Hee hee! Please review!! =)