AN:I know this barely passes the friggin mark of three thousand words per chappie...It's 3028 words. Sorry about that but I have been super busy and the updates are slowing down. Talk to my teachers regarding that, also my mom makes off with my lab top to her school and since I only have it saved there I can't type when I'm free.

Oh god...I think I need a break. I don't think I'll update for a few weeks (max a month), cuz I have a huge back log of homework calling my name and this is the last time you will hear from me in a month or so. I need to get the work done or my wonderful teachers will call up my mom and complain and I'll have my labtop privileges ripped away from me before you can say 'bazooka'.

I shouldn't treat this Author notes thingy as a blog right? Well anywayz it's good to know about everyone's favorite author and I'll leave you at peace to read now.

Malfoy was leaning against the wall outside Dumbledore's office brooding. He knew there was no way out of it has when he was fourteen and found that he was to be married to some witch he never knew of he had ransacked the whole of the Manor's library which was even more extensive than Hogwart's.

To his disdain he had found nothing, absolutely nothing to get out of it but from that escapade he had learned more about the spell that bound him to the Grenaldi's daughter. Of course then he had not know who she was, but now that her identity had been revealed, he felt nauseas.

She was a stinking-Gryffindor, know-it-all mudblood...well maybe not mudblood but still. "My life is great, just great." he sighed running his hand through his hair.

He would have to find a way out of this. There would be no way he let this go through. How could he marry her? She wouldn't know how to fit in the circles that all pure-bloods socialized in. She was socially inept. He was ready to bet his Malfoy fortune that she didn't know ballroom dancing like the waltz, tango, mambo, cha cha and so many others.

Also she looked disgusting. Her new look had shocked him but she held no elegance, grace and poise like the ladies he usually met. She looked alright but not like the many striking beauties he had seen in past.

"This is not helping..." he chided himself for resorting to childish behavior instead of dealing with it like a true Malfoy. A Malfoy would take on the challenge. He would turn it into a win-lose position with him on the gaining end.

After having this talk with himself, Malfoy decided on one thing. He would make her life hell, taunt her and make her hate him so much so that she hopefully committed suicide and then he wouldn't have to marry her would he?

Unfortunately for him he knew nothing of Hermione's iron will and 'never-say-die' perspective.

Back at Dumbledore's office, Hermione was leading her mother down. She was still reveling in shock as she had not completely grasped the news that she was a pure blood and here was another information overload telling her she was a pure blood and a charmed sister.

"Wait that means I must have siblings..." Hermione said unknowingly wondering aloud. The woman whose face was still pale from revisiting the memories brightened. A smile crept tugged at her lips as she thought about her other two daughters and the charmed circle being reunited again.

She felt the raw power radiating off Hermione and instantly knew, she had inherited more than one power. She knew that the power's had shifted. Being a descendant of a charmed one and a demon herself she had inherited both their power thus her ability to shimmer and also a mind reader and a seer. She had many other powers but she rarely used them as she now had to train her daughters to use their powers and with her they would never truly be independent.

"Yes Antoinette darling. You have two sisters, Adrianne and Alana. Oh yes and finally with you the charmed circle will be complete. You will reach the height of your powers then. We will complete the circle when you come visit during the weekend." Danielle said looking at her daughter fondly.

She was worried that Antoinette would not accept her as her mother and her worse fears were coming true. She could see the skepticism in the girl's eyes and being an impath feel the resentment the girl felt. She swallowed all her tears and told herself to make the best of the time she had with her now.

"Please call me Hermione. I...I just can't get used to the name Antoinette," Hermione insisted politely. Her parents might have named her something but who gave them the right to barge in and change her whole life.

"Yes Antoi...Hermione darling," Danielle said trying to smile. Her daughter didn't respond to the name she and her husband had chosen but chose to be referred to by a stupid muggle name. Hermione.

Mr. Grenaldi stalked out of the office only to see Malfoy leaning lightly against the wall apparently deep in thought. He smiled as he realized that Lucius Malfoy's son looked like a chip of the old block. He smiled reminiscing about the mischief that Lucius and he had caused back in their school days.

They were the ruling powers of Slytherin house, making their orders the word of god. He remembered the numerous pranks he had pulled on the annoying Gryffindors. He smiled remembering that his daughter was in Gryffindor. "They can't be too bad then..." he thought to himself.

He snapped out of his trance and saw Malfoy surveying him. The boy was extremely good looking and would compliment his daughter well. He was a little too arrogant for his own good but then again so was his father. Mr. Grenaldi smiled in memory of the trouble that Lucius Malfoy had gotten into especially with that trainee teacher at that time Professor. McGonagall.

"Draco...isn't it?" Mr. Grenaldi said clearing his throat so as to get the boy's attention. Malfoy was jerked out of his reverie by Mr. Grenaldi. He smiled slightly at the man and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes sir...Why did you want to see me?" he enquired putting to use the years of manners that had been drilled into him, becoming a second nature when in the presence of people of high status.

"Oh just to confirm Mister Malfoy, you will be marrying my daughter yes? I hope your father has made no other arrangements as it will be a loss to you to not marry my dear Antoinette." Mr. Grenaldi said with an air of an extremely proud father.

It took all that Malfoy had in him to keep himself from retching. He let his jaw go slack but still muttered a soft, "Of course not. We are extremely proud to have a Grenaldi join our line." The reason he had said that was as he knew that if he didn't his father would know and that would mean he would be punished.

Mr. Grenaldi cracked a smile and his eyes twinkled. He liked the boy in front of him and believed that him and his daughter would compliment each other nicely. He could sense the boy's reluctance in the matter but also knew that he held no power over it in the end.

"Well I best be off, I have a few matters to clear up in the ministry," Mr. Grenaldi said and stuck his hand out to shake Malfoys before swiftly turning on his heels and leaving and extremely annoyed Malfoy behind.

"Ahh...Mr. Malfoy I have been looking for you. I have a job for you. Could you please organize a dance item that the prefects will put up on the Halloween ball? You are welcome to leave and purchase the decorations as well," a voice said from behind him.

Swiftly turning he saw Professor Dumbledore standing at the doorway of his office. He nodded knowing that even though it seemed as though he had a choice it most probably meant that he didn't. "A dance item?" he thought mulling it over in his mind. He would have to call a prefects meeting to discuss everything.

As though reading his mind Professor Dumbledore added, "Yes and the prefects will be here in five minutes except for the head girl. She will not be there to attend and I believe that the both of you will be dancing partners in light of certain matters of course." Dumbledore's eyes held a twinkle and his mouth was curved in a smile.

"D...dance with the mud...I mean Granger?" Malfoy choked when he finally processed that information.

"Yes Mister Malfoy unless you have any qualms about it?" Dumbledore said knowing that Malfoy would not dare say that he did.

"Why not at all Professor. Please excuse me while I go to the head's quarters to retrieve some files on previous balls," Malfoy said turning before Professor Dumbledore could get a word in edgewise.

He stalked to the head's quarters fuming. The reason he wanted to get there was not to get the file but to confront Hermione on the fact that they were betrothed. He didn't think that she knew but what the heck he would have someone to take his frustration out on.

Danielle and Hermione walked to the head's quarters in silence. It wasn't a companiable silence but an uncomfortable feeling. "Umm...so...you're my mother," Hermione began trying to fill the silence but ended lamely, forgetting what she wanted to know.

Now the initial shock was gone and she had found out how she had been kidnapped from her family, the rage too was dying down, replaced with a desire to know the people who were her parents, to see her sisters to ease into a life with them. She was nervous wondering what would happen if none of them like her. What if she offended them?

Danielle looked at her daughter and smiled lovingly, "Yes and you are my daughter," she said trying to lighten the atmosphere. She found her daughter's nervousness endearing and also it was much better than the rage and skepticism that she had put up earlier.

They finally reached a portrait of an extremely pretty lady. "Ah Hermione and oh...Miss Halliwal," Ella said realizing who it was that stood behind Hermione.

Danielle smiled slightly at that and said softly, "It's Mrs. Grenaldi now..." Ella smiled at her charmingly and then added, "It's an honor to meet you,"

"Umm...Inky Quills," Hermione butted in as she had been watching the exchange between both women and she was getting bored and she also didn't want to waste the time she had with her mother. "I won't be seeing her for a whole week after this," Hermione thought to herself.

Ella bid them goodbye before the portrait became a door. Reaching for the doorknob Hermione pulled it open her mother behind her. She stood frozen to the ground when she saw the state the common room was in. There were shards of glass all around, broken vases, the bookshelf upturned, Books strewn across the room.

It looked as though a herd of angry elephants had madly rampaged the room. Danielle was behind Hermione wondering why her daughter had stood still. She wondered if she had accidentally cast a time freezing spell. She waved her hands to check, thankfully she had not.

"Ahh...finally here are we mudblood...oh sorry, it's Grenaldi now right," a sarcastic drawl came from the couch. Malfoy was sprawled gracefully on the couch and he was looking directly at her. He had obviously been the cause of the mess.

Hermione looked at him and blinked. His hair was perfect, not one out of place and his robes were pressed neatly. He deeply contrasted with the room which looked like a war zone. He leapt off the couch and swiftly made his way towards her in a fluid movement.

"Ahem..." Danielle cleared her throat sensing a dispute. Hermione snapped out of her trance and Malfoy realized that Mrs. Grenaldi stood behind Hermione. He forced his sneer into a smile and moved aside allowing Hermione and her mother to pass.

Danielle looked at the boy with obvious dislike having heard the way he treated her daughter. "You are Lucius Malfoy's son?" she said when realization hit upon her. Malfoy nodded and hid his smirk with a cough. "Th...Then you must be. Oh dear I was hoping we wouldn't have to discuss this until much later but, I never expected you to know each other..." Danielle said trailing off.

"Discuss what?" Hermione said not expecting what would come next. Danielle managed a shaky smile and she wondered how her daughter would take the news. She had barely come to terms with the fact that she was ripped away from her childhood and so soon there was a need to drop a huge bomb on her.

All Danielle hoped was that Hermione got on well with Draco and the words were just of mere banter or their lives from that point onward would prove tough. She wondered if Draco knew about the betrothal.

"Oh...I don't know maybe our marriage," Malfoy drawled struggling to keep the contempt and sarcasm out of his tone. He wanted to be the one that dropped the bomb and saw her squirm and he had achieved it. Danielle glared at him but he pretended to not notice.

"Oh well...I have to go. Professor Dumbledore needs me to complete a task," Malfoy added turning on his heels and exiting the room. He had seen the shocked expression on her face and he knew that it would be enough to last a lifetime.

"Oh god a lifetime with her," he murmured incoherently as he walked to Dumbledore's office.

"Please tell me he is joking," Hermione near pleaded when she came to her senses. He had to be joking, how could him and her of all people be getting married. He was an obnoxious idiot and only thought of her as a know it all mudblood even though the last bit didn't apply at the moment.

"Unfortunately I can't tell you that dear, I would be lying," Danielle said tentatively. She was unsure on how Hermione would take the news. She braced herself for the screaming but none came.

"Well, that's just too bad, I'm not marrying him. He's my worst enemy for god's sake," Hermione said calmly settling down on the couch. She was certain that there was a way out of it. There had to be.

"You have to darling. I'm sorry about him being your worst enemy but you were bethroed to him when you were a baby. The spell we used to bind you two is unbreakable," Danielle explained, surprised at her daughter's ability to keep her cool at infuriating moments as such.

"What spell did you use? There must be a way around it..." Hermione wondered aloud. She was thinking up all the spells that her parents could have used to bind the marriage and all that came to her mind seemed to be the type that could easily be broken.

"We used the 'incassable lien'. It's a French spell, created by one of the most famous wizards alive Merlin," Danielle said hoping that Hermione would drop the subject and they could get to know one another. She knew she was being selfish in the matter but she really didn't want to waste the alone time with her daughter.

There was so much to know about the beautiful girl that she had been deprived of for so many years. "The 'incassable lien'...but that's unbreakable. There is no known way out of it!" Hermione shrieked, the full weight of the situation dawning on her.

"Yes dear, you should just accept it. You can discuss it with your husband to be later on," Danielle said, not understanding why he daughter was getting hysterical.

"But I hate him. He has been the bane of my existence since I was eleven. And when are we supposed to get married," Hermione near screamed. She had asked when they were getting married so as to see how much longer she had to come up with a way around the situation.

"Please don't fret darling, I'm sure he's a charming young man. Let's not talk about it then, leave you time to mull things over. Come now, tell me about yourself," Danielle said trying to distract the obviously distressed teenager.

"Umm...Alright. I always thought I was a muggle till I got the letter from Hogwarts..."Hermione began, telling her mother what she had missed. She talked about Harry, Ron, the adventures they would go on, the teachers, School and so many other things.

Hermione had never met anyone so easy to talk to. Her mother was extremely pleasant much unlike her demanding father. He had been ordering her around even though it had been only half an hour since they met. She wondered what they would be doing during the poise and confidence lessons her father had talked about.

"Tell me about yourself...Mrs. Grenaldi," Hermione said, not ready to accept the woman as her mother any time soon.

"Well, I'm a charmed one...it's quite hard to explain but I'll try..." Danielle said trailing off as the clock struck nine. Both of them glanced up in shock, had so many hours just passed?

"Well, I guess that's a story for another day. You'll be flooing in on Friday won't you? Perfect we'll have to make certain arrangements. Well darling...see you during the weekend, I'll miss you," Danielle said with her eyes sparkling with tears. She loved the girl. She was such a good daughter.

"Bye, I'll see you during the weekend Mrs. Grenaldi," Hermione said nervously. Danielle smiled sadly suppressing her tears but something told her that the brick wall that seemed unbreakable between them earlier had a tiny crack in it. Even as small and insignificant as the crack was it meant something to her.

"See you dear and don't fret about your betrothal...it is inevitable so yeah. Bye," Danielle said before pulling Hermione into a fierce hug and then climbing into the fireplace after muttering the words, "Grenaldi Mansion."

Hermione watched as the woman disappeared in a swirl of green smoke. "Hermione...the head boy and prefects are at the great hall practicing for the dance item. You should go if you are up to it," the cool voice announced out of nowhere. Hermione nodded to no one in particular and made her way to the great hall immediately.

She had so many things going on in her mind that it was giving her a migraine. Her being bethroed to a Malfoy was definitely a domineering thought. He was her worst enemy and now they had to live together? God her life sucked. She liked her mother enough but she wasn't extremely pleased with her father's pushiness.

Sighing she quickened her pace to the Grand Hall.

AN:Thanks for reading ya'll, guess what? I decided to be nice. Since I can't resist fanfiction, I'll keep checking my review numbers. If they seem to be more appealing than my homework, I guess my priorities might just change. See ya'll hopefully in a few weeks time cuz I really have to get that homework done. Buaiz.