A/N: Thanks for reading, everyone. Because I don't have much to say at the moment, I'll just get right to my thanks. Thanks to the following for reviewing: Heather68, and Eve (Suicidl) who pointed out that I made a mistake in my grammar in the last chapter, which I did. And now:

Hermione Malfoy

Chapter 1

Hermione sat in the Hogwarts Express, fingering her Head Girl badge, which sat on the tops of her knees. All she could think about was what would happen when and if she told Draco about them being half sister and brother. After a while, there was a knock at the compartment door.

"Come in!" Hermione called, turning her head to see who it was.

The door slid open to reveal a very relieved looking Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley.

"There you are!" Ron said triumphantly as the boys walked into the compartment. "We thought you have missed the train or something."

Harry and Ron closed the door, sitting down across from Hermione.

"Hello," Hermione said, looking back down at her Head Girl badge.

Harry followed her gaze, noticing she was looking at her badge.

"Congratulations, again!" Harry said. "About making head girl, I mean."

"So, who's Head Boy?" Ron asked, leaning back on the cushioned bench to get more comfortable.

"Huh? Oh, Draco Malfoy," Hermione answered, taking her gaze off of her badge to look at her friends.

"Obviously," Harry said glumly to Hermione. "Did you have to ask?" he asked Ron cocking an eyebrow to the side.

Ron shrugged. "You never know. It could have been Neville Longbottom for all we knew. You know what kind of things Dumbledore thinks of, no offence, Hermione."

"None taken," Hermione replied.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, look serious.

"Umm, just some stuff," Hermione answered. "Nothing for you two to worry about."

'Yet,' she added in her head.

"You sure? Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, that's quite alright, Dr. Phil," Hermione answered, smiling.

Harry smiled as well at this comment, but Ron looked baffled.

"Who is Dr. Phil?" he asked, confused.

"It's a muggle thing," Hermione and Harry replied in union.

"So, how was your summer?" Hermione asked the two of them.

"It was alright," Ron answered. "We did go to visit Fred and George. They have already made their new Joke Shop. It's wicked, it is!"

Hermione laughed. "I'll make sure to check it out soon! What about you, Harry?" Hermione turned to look at Harry, who immediately looked down, the expression on his face reading embarrassment.

"I'm kind of ashamed of it," Harry replied, truthfully.

"Why? What happened?" asked Hermione, curiously looking forward.

"Well," Harry said slowly, contemplating on whether or not to tell them. "I went through I mind depression."

"What!?" Hermione yelled, shocked.

Ron and Hermione exchanged stunned expressions.

"Yeah. I was really upset about Sirius and everything," Harry continued. "Aunt Petunia made me take anti-depressants. She said she didn't want me scarring the neighbors more than I usually did."

"Harry, why didn't you tell us before, Mate?! You could have send Hedwig or something!" Ron said.

"I didn't know how, for one thing! I was afraid at what you would think of me," Harry said. "Also, I guess I felt too upset to write. I spent more days locking myself in my room, though it didn't mind the Dursley's very much."

"I'm so sorry, Harry!" Hermione said, sympathetically. "Are you alright?"

"Pretty much," Harry answered with a smile; a twinkle in his eyes as he looked up at her. "But thanks."

It was silence for a moment, before Ron spoke up.

"So, what happened with you this summer, Hermione?" he asked.

Hermione, surprised at the sudden change of topic, quickly replied, "Nothing much. You know, same old, same old."

"Nothing exciting at all?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Nope."

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Hermione starred down at her plate full of food, pushing things around with her fork. Nearby, her friends all talked of summer, the sorting ceremony, and what not, but Hermione wasn't in much of a mood to talk. The only thing she could think of was Draco Malfoy.

She could hardly believe that Draco Malfoy, the could-for-nothing Pureblood, was her brother. She so desperately wondered whether he knew of this relation, or not.

'Probably not,' she thought to herself. 'Otherwise, he wouldn't call me a Mudblood all the time. He would know it wasn't true.'

She also wondered if it would be a good idea to tell him. Her parents (she still considered the Grangers her parents) had told her not to, in the occasion that Draco would, in fact, tell Lucius of the Grangers whereabouts, or that Hermione, the girl he had tormented for six years was, in fact, his sister.

But, didn't he have the right to know? I mean, he was her brother for God's sake. And what if he didn't tell. They could have a great relationship that neither one was given the change to have before, until now.

"Hermione, are you alright? You haven't touched your dinner," Ron said, butting in on her thoughts.

"I'm fine, Ron. Just not that hungry," she replied.

"Are you ill or something? We can take you to Madame Pomfrey if you want," Harry asked.

Hermione looked up at him, a smile crossing her face. "I'm fine, Harry. Just a bit tired."

"If you're sure," Harry said, going back to a conversation he was having with Shamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas about Quiddich.

'Is it just me," Hermione thought, 'or is Harry and Ron being a bit over protective, typically Harry?'

After a while, the food disappeared, and Dumbledore rose from the Head Table.

"Student, will be brought back to their House by the Prefects. Heads, I would like to meet you in my office. Thank you."

With that, all the students started to get up from their tables, all following the Prefects.

Draco and Hermione quickly made their way to Dumbledore's office, standing outside the stone gargoyle.

"Evening, Mudblood," Draco rudely greeted her.

"Enough of that, Mr. Malfoy!" Dumbledore disciplined him as the stone gargoyle jumped aside as Dumbledore strode out of his office, emerald robes swishing behind him.

"Now," Dumbledore continued. "I'd think it was time I showed you to your new rooms."

They started walking towards the sixth floor, and all the while, Dumbledore explained things to them.

"You will be sharing a Common Room together on the sixth floor. There are two rooms off of your Common Room. Those are your bedrooms. One door is labeled with an 'H' and the other, with a 'D'. I should not think the need to explain what the letters stand for.

"Now," he continued, "every Friday we will be meeting in my office at 8:00 p.m., to discuss affairs and such, but for now, until this Friday, I will leave you to settle in."

By now, they had already reached the entrance to their Common Room, which was, yet, another portrait of Professor Dippit, the previous Headmaster, enjoying a cup of tea in, what looked to be, a library or study of some sort.

"Password?" Dippit asked, taking another gentile sip of his tea.

"Fiddle Faddle," Dumbledore replied to the portrait.

He then he turned to see Hermione and Draco's surprised faces.

"Sorry, I took the liberty of thinking up a password for you two. Ahh," he sighed. "Fiddle Faddle. Another great candy created by the wonderful muggles. Ta ta, now!" and with that, he walked off.

Draco turned towards the entrance and started to enter, when he realized that Hermione wasn't following. He turned around and saw Hermione standing there, staring at the floor, caught in thought.

"Granger, aren't you coming?" Draco asked coldly, snapping her out of her thought.

"It seems Dumbledore's words had a breathtaking affect on you," she said sarcastically. "Not calling me a Mudblood anymore are we?"

"Don't waste your breath, Granger. Just answer the question."

"I'll be there in a minute. I just remembered. I need to inform Dumbledore of something."

"Whatever," Draco mumbled, rolling his eyes, before entering through the portrait as Hermione raced off after the Headmaster.

"Professor!" Hermione shouted as she ran down the hall.

Halfway to his office, she turned a corner, and smacked right into him.

"Sorry, Professor," she mumbled when they had both recovered.

"Quite alright, Ms. Granger. Did you need anything?" the Headmaster asked her.

"Only a moment of your time, sir. You see, I have something I think I should tell you. Umm...this summer," Hermione said slowly," my parents told me the truth."

She was hoping that he would get the hints that she was trying to put into her sentence, but it was obvious that he did not.

"About what?" he asked.

"That Lucius Malfoy is my real father...and that Draco Malfoy is my...half brother."

Maybe she was kind of hoping that she would be mistaken, so she said this information a bit slower then usual.

"Yes, I knew that long ago. I guess that is part of the reason I made you and Draco both the Heads, not that you both did not earn the position, of course," he added quickly.

"But, Professor, what am I supposed to do? If he doesn't already know, I don't know if I should, just, not tell him. He deserves to know the truth as well. Does he already know?!" Hermione asked him frantically, almost fearful.

"No, Ms. Granger. I do not believe he does," Dumbledore replied, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. But, as you know, telling him could be more like telling his father. It could put both you and your family in danger."

"I know," Hermione replied glumly, looking down.

"Well, then, I'll leave you to make your own decisions. Good night, Ms. Granger."

"Good night, Professor, and both of them walked away, Dumbledore for his office and Hermione towards her new room.