To answer questions both Hermione's real parents (the pureblood wizards) and the people who raised her (the muggles) are dead. Her real parents where aurors, and sent a lot of people to Azkaban so, Voldemort would probably wanna kill her so she couldn't become as good as her parents were.

Hermione woke up the next morning as usual and got dressed; suddenly she remembered the events of the night before, finding out her parents were dead, and how her life has been a lie, and crying herself to sleep. Had it all been a dream? It couldn't be it had seemed so real, she hoped that she had dreamed it though. She dismissed the memory of the night as nothing but a dream, and went to leave the room, only to stop at the sight of Malfoy sitting on his bed, shirtless, looking at her with a gleam in his silver eyes. His eyes looked almost sad as he looked at her, but there was something she couldn't quite put her finger on, yes it was sadness but it was something else too.

He stood up and looked her right in the eyes. "Listen," he said seriously, "I-I can't believe im saying this but im, im umm…well im sorry Granger, for the way I have treated you over the years, it was wrong." Hermione stood there looking at him in utter dismay, she didn't get it, didn't understand. Then it started coming back to her, the events and news of last night about how she was indeed pureblood and that her parents both happened to have been powerful wizards. It hit her like a brick, it wasn't a dream, it was reality. She glared harshly at him.

"Are you saying this to me out of sympathy about what happened to my parents? Or maybe you're saying it because now since you know im pureblood you feel bad." She asked. "You're not really that sorry are you?"

"No Granger I truly am, I was going to say sorry for this yesterday before we found this out I actually feel sorry for teasing you." Hermione couldn't deny it now, she could see it in his eyes, he was sorry.

"Ok I forgive you Malfoy," she paused and looked at her feet contemplating whether to spill her soul to him or not, the she remembered the look in his eyes and continued. "But I just don't get it ya know, this doesn't change anything but at the same time it changes everything. My life is not at all what I thought it was, I don't have Muggle parents I don't have a nice little house in London. Not only has the world as I knew it been taken from me, but I have also found out that, that world that I knew wasn't my world at all. You may think you understand but you don't, no one will, no one does. My-whole-life-has-been-a-lie!" she had started by talking but was crying and yelling by the time she had finished. She had sat down on his bed with him and was crying on his shoulder. "Why didn't they tell me, why?" she whispered to Malfoy tears streaming down her face. She looked at the clock. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit!"She ran to go get her books and headed towards the door. "Where gonna be late for class Malfoy, we have to go." She told him.

"Hey Granger, stop," He went up and grabbed her by the arm. "Its ok, Dumbledore said that we are both excused from classes today and Ginny is going to come by on her lunch to see you she came by earlier but you were asleep." She sat back down on his bed.

"Hey Malfoy, I have a question," she glanced at him. "Why did Dumbledore have you come last night, with me to hear the news, it doesn't make sense?" she asked, puzzled.

"Well, I was wondering that too, and I asked Dumbledore, he said that he though you needed someone to talk, who sort of had an understanding, someone you could talk to. I been through some shit Hermione, I think that Dumbledore saw some similarities between your situation and mine I think." He finished, he looked down at his feet.

"You called me Hermione," she looked at him. He just looked at her.

"Well that's your name I donno it just kind of slipped out." He whispered. She looked at him and he looked at her and before she knew it she was laying on the bed with him on top of her their lips pressed together. How his moth felt against hers, his tongue was warm and she welcomed its entrance to her mouth, then she realized what exactly she was doing and quickly pushed him off of her and hopped quickly off the bed.

"What the hell are we doing Malfoy yesterday we were on the verge of killing each other, and now, well look what we are doing. What would Harry and Ron think, oh god what would Ginny think, oh god I can't believe I just oh god." Hermione cried she wiped her lips and paced the room.

"Hermione what's wrong with it?" he asked.

"What's wrong, what's wrong? What would your parents think, oh wait they probably wouldn't care now that you know im pureblood right? I am the same person I was yesterday when you hated me, im still Hermione, I have been pureblood the whole time, and since you didn't know that you have treated me like shit. You may have said sorry Malfoy but what has happened, happened and you have never been nice to me until now. I have heard about you taking advantage of girls Malfoy and Im not gonna fall for that now I am gonna go find Ginny bye." She stormed out of the room.

"Hermione you don't get it, it's not like that I have liked you since before I found you were pureblood Hermione, don't you, come back, Hermione I said I was sorry." Malfoy yelled after her. He looked around the room; he had to do something, before it was all red-lights but now the lights before him were brightly blinking green, reminding him not to let her go. He grabbed his shirt and quickly flung it over his head. He ran out of room and then ran down the hall sprinting. He ran into Ginny and Blaise's room only to see the room empty and realized that they were in class. He gave a sigh and thought, if Hermione was looking Ginny she was near Blaise. He remembered they were probably in Dark creatures' class out side. "Shit!" he yelled. He had to go get a jacket if he was going out side. He raced back up the stairs and grabbed his jacket, and flew back down them. He ran outside to see Hermione and Ginny standing together listening to the teacher while Blaise was lying lazily on the grass. Malfoy stopped running and walked quietly up to Blaise lying in the grass beside him. Hermione looked at him but he couldn't figure out her expression, was it hatred? Maybe it could have been confusion, annoyance, or maybe that wasn't it at all? She almost looked ashamed, seeing her face made him feel guilty, but he shouldn't of, should he? He looked at her and smiled and she looked at him almost staring, not in a harsh way but almost to question him. But what did she want to know, he laid it all on the line, like he had never, he liked her like he had liked no one else, all those girls were all just hookups, cheap whores they meant nothing at all. Yea he had gotten a lot from those one night stands, he got what he needed but it was always about lust never love he was a Malfoy he couldn't truly love. But there was that something he felt for no one but her and it killed him, the fact that she was a Mudblood, but he just found out she wasn't. And yet he had laid it all down and she still questioned him. Why?

A/n: sorry this is a short chapter ill update soon. Check out my other stories, read and review. I know this chapter is kind of umm…..interesting but everything will turn out right, don't worry  by the way: PLZ READ MY OTHER STORY AND REVIEW, thanx.