Hermione looked down at her shoulder, and up at Draco.
"What's wrong with my freckles?"
"Well when you look at them, they don't look like anything, but from this angle" –Draco pulled Hermione's chin with one finger closer- "looks like a star."
Hermione had never noticed that before. She smiled. Looked up and then noticed how close she was to Draco, his very breath stung her, her thoughts were lost in a cloud of smoke, and everything went dizzy.
"Do you know what this mean?"
"Uh, what?"
"Granger, this means that you are Kali."
Hermione lent back onto the couch, took a deep breath, and looked out the window.
"Hermione are you ok?"
"You called me Hermione." She said looking into his eyes.
Draco got up and walked over to the fire place and poked it for a bit. Hermione stared at his back; this was so much to comprehend. Her real mother, the beautiful lady from her dream, she was the china doll.
"What about my father?"
"What about him?"
"Well, what's he like?"
"Well, he's… different. He didn't agree with your mother's decision. He wanted you to stay with him, sort of help him run his business."
"Business, what business? Was he a vampire like my mom, well obviously not because I'm not but what was he like?"
"Your dad was a half blood, his business is in politics."
"why are you beating around the bush, a minute ago you were spilling my family history, and know I have to beet the answers out of you."
"Because you wont like what I have to say, not one bit."
"Malfoy who is my father?" Hermione said standing up off the couch walking toward him near the fire.
"Voldemort."
Everything suddenly went black.