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Hey everybody and thanks for taking the time to click on my story! This is another Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy story, but it'll be different! Please enjoy my story!

FULL SUMMARY:

Hermione Granger is the mudblood bookworm we all know and love. But when 7th year comes around for her and her friends, things get twisted. Hermione finds out that she is not a mudblood, but a pureblood, same as Draco Malfoy. Poor Herm has not a clue about what her real parents have in store for her and Malfoy Junior, but unfortunately for her, Draco does. Let the fun begin while Draco and Hermione take their places as Head Boy and Girl!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter One: A Family Vacation

"'Mione! Can you answer that!"

Hermione jumped out of the kitchen chair she had been sitting in, scanning the muggle newspaper and helping herself to some toast and jam and hurried herself to the impatient sound of a ringing telephone.

"Hello?" Hermione said politely as she picked up the receiver.

At the other end of the line, Hermione heard a rustle of noise and static and the sound of people talking at the other end. The sound of many people talking, all very quickly and hurriedly. Hermione quirked an eyebrow. Who the hell was this?

"HELLO!" Hermione repeated, hoping it would help.

For two split seconds, there was complete silence on the other end. Hermione stood there, perched, waiting and listening for anything. She was about to give up and hang up the phone when the sound of Ronald Weasley's voice came bellowing through the earpiece.

"HERMIONE! IS THAT YOU!"

Hermione, out of pure shock, reflex and a hurt eardrum, pulled the device away from her ear immediately. Shaking her head slightly, as if that would help her hearing return to her, she cautiously placed the phone closer to her ear again.

"Hello, Ron, yes it is me. But please, please, don't talk so dang loud, Ron! I think the whole of England heard you!"

She heard Ron sigh, as if hurt. "I'm sorry, Herm, these weird muggle things are hard to use. Hermione laughed.

"Oh, yes, Ronald, they are just impossible to learn how to use! If you had taken muggle studies, like me, you would know exactly the reason for having a telephone, the proper way to use one, how they are made -"

"Alright, alright, Hermione! Enough already! If I had wanted a lecture, I could have just talked to my mum!" Hermione smiled at this.

"Sorry, Ron," she replied, "So what were you calling me for?"

"Well," Ron started, "my mum and Ginny want you to come to the Burrow and stay with us 'til school starts again! Mum says it should be special since this is our last year and all. She's getting all emotional again on me, and I don't know what to do! Ever since Fred and George opened up their tricks shop, she's been all up in Harry, Ginny and my faces trying to make sure we do something suitable with our lives and not to just sit around like them, being paid for creating new ways to embarrass the rubbish out of people!"

Hermione let herself laugh out loud. "I'd love to come stay at the Burrow with you guys! And about the emotional stuff, my advice would just be to listen and full heartedly give your consent, and comfort her -"

"Okay, okay, thanks for your advice." Ron mumbled.

Hermione smirked. "And what about just Ginny and your mum wanting me to come? So you and Harry don't want me there at all?"

Hermione knew this made Ron blush. Ron stuttered, "No, no, 'Mione, we want you to come too!"

"Thanks Ron," she giggled, "Well, I have to finish breakfast so I'll talk to you soon!"

Ron gave her a quick 'ok' and 'bye' and then she heard him ask his father to come help him turn it 'off'.

Sighing and laughing at the same time, Hermione hung up the phone and walked back over to the same spot she was in earlier.

Over the summer, Hermione had changed a lot. She was no longer such an ugly, bushy-haired, bucked-teeth, know-it-all. Well, she was still a know-it-all, but she had had perfect teeth ever since the incident with Malfoy in fourth year and she had looked up a spell to make her hair curly, instead of frizzy. She had filled out quite nicely and had grown an inch or two, making her exactly five feet and three inches. She had finished with her puberty, so her skin was flawless of zits and bumps and things. She was quite pale, but planned to tan big time before she went to see Harry and the Weasleys.

Hermione had just finished eating her first meal of the day when her mum walked in, smiling her pearly whites at her daughter. "Good morning, sweetie! How well did you sleep?"

The seventeen-year-old teenager smiled back at her mother, answering with another 'good morning' and a 'very well.'

"Who was on the phone?"

"Oh, it was Ron Weasley, one of my good friends from school. He, his family and Harry want me to come stay with them before school starts up again in September." Hermione stated, gulping down her orange juice.

Her mother looked happy for her, but said, "Oh, honey, I'm sorry. Your father and I planned a family vacation two weeks before school takes place."

Hermione gaped. She and her family had very rarely taken vacations, let alone as a family, all together. She loved her parents and all, but she didn't know them very well. "A family vacation?" Hermione inquired, her voice rising, "but I haven't seen Harry, Ron or Ginny in ages!"

Her mum shook her head. "You'll see them in school for the whole year! I won't pity you! You'll love it! We're going to France!"

"France!" Hermione squeaked. Her mind told her that she had always wanted to go to France, but still… she wanted to go to the Burrow as well. It was pretty much tradition for her and Harry to stay at the Weasley's right before school began. It just wasn't fair!

Annoyed at her mother's unsympathetic statements, Herm rolled her eyes and darted out of the room and up the creaky, maple wood stairs to her room.

Hermione's room was not at all considered girly. She had barely any girlish colors like pink, blue, or purple. Her walls were a bare, white-cream color, but they were covered with hanging picture frames, including ones taken of Hermione as a baby, some of her parents, but mostly ones from Hogwarts, including people like Harry, Ron, Ginny, Dumbledore, Hagrid, Fang, the actual school, Hogsmede, Fred and George, the Burrow. Using magic back at school, Hermione had to stop the wizarding pictures from moving, in case any muggles saw them. Her bed comforter was just plain black and her room was as tidy as possible. A wooden mahogany desk and chair stood opposite of the door, blank parchment, ink and quills lying on top, ready to be used. There was a bathroom connecting to the left side of her room, being neither too big nor small, just the perfect size for the teen. Hermy's closet was to the right of her bathroom, being a small walk in. Her clothes hung neatly on hangers, none on the floor, sweaters and pants folded sprucely on the closet shelves.

Rushing into her comfort zone, Hermione plopped onto her bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking. She didn't know how to feel. Her parents wanted to take a vacation! She still couldn't get that thought through her mind. They usually just liked to send her money and give her kisses when they saw her occasionally. Something was up and Hermione knew it.

Walking over to her desk and taking a seat in front of it, she pulled a piece of paper and a quill toward her. She began to write Harry and the Weasleys, explaining what her mother had told her, deciding that owling was much easier than talking on the phone.

Dear the Weasley Family and Harry,

Hello! I hope you all are doing well. Ron has probably told everyone about our chat on the telephone this morning and the invite to the Burrow. Unfortunately, my parents have planned on taking a family vacation to France. I'm sorry to decline the offer because I really do want to see you all again!

Talk to you soon! Please owl back!

Lots of Hugs and Kisses,

Hermione Granger

P.S. I can not help but get the strange feeling that something unusual is going to take place.

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