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Chapter 3

Hermione felt as if she was going to be sick. She seriously did. The sight of the familiar blonde getting along so well with her parents was enough to make anyone sick to their stomachs.

Her hand grasped the rail of the staircase tightly as she finally reached the last step. This was it. This was her new life. And there was nothing that she could do about it.

A look of disbelief crossed Draco Malfoys face at that moment. What was the mudblood doing here with his parents best friends? There was no way she could possibly be a pureblood. Could she? Is this what she meant before when she said that he'd never understand? This would have to be it.

"What are you doing here Granger?" Draco spat, utter annoyance crossing his face.

"Granger? Silly Draco, Hailey, erm, Hermione is actually a Jugson dear. We put her up for adoption when she was born" Tiffany said, placing a reassuring hand on his upper arm.

Hermione glared at Malfoy. She had despised him since the moment that the greasy ferret had said two words to her. He always had his hair oiled back, it looked too cheesy for words, but he had finally came to his senses in third year and stopped. No doubt the color of it was fake throughout their whole family.

Hermione didn't care if her parents were friends with the Malfoys, there was no way that she was going to have anything to do with any of them, especially ferret boy.

"I'm assuming the two of you know each other?" Derrek asked while walking over to join his wife.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh we know each other alright" she muttered.

Lucius and Narcissa walked over to join them. If possibly, Lucius became even more pale than usual. All these years he was getting his son to taunt Derrek and Tiffany's daughter and he didn't even know it. Well, how would he know it? Not like anyone had to him, so it wasn't really his fault, was it? Even though she did look different now, she was still noticeable, but much more presentable.

He cleared his throat and stuck out his hand. "I must say that I'm sorry about these past few years Miss Jugson. It was my mistake. Please accept my apology."

Hermione tilted her nose up at the hand, yet took it for a slight second and jerked it back. She couldn't believe the nerve of him.

Hermiones eyes were narrowed at everyone that was around her. She didn't trust them. Not one of them at all. Why would she? How could she? Malfoy had taunted and teased her since the day he had found out she was a mudblood. Her feelings towards him wouldn't change in any way, shape or form, and she was going to make sure of that.

"Why don't you come join us in the dining room for dinner?" Tiffany extended an arm out towards the room. The Malfoys nodded curtly and walked towards it, Draco stealing one last disbelieving glance at Hermione.

Tiffany looked at Hermione and ushered her to follow, but she stood her ground, firm and planted. Her lips were pursed and her hands were on her hips in utter annoyance.

She shook her head the moment Tiffany raised an eyebrow. She was lucky that Derrek had followed the Malfoys into the Dining Room, or she was sure she wouldn't have it this easy.

"What do you think you're doing?" Tiffany hissed.

"There is absolutely no way I'm eating in the same room as Draco Malfoy. It's bad enough I have to do that in school. Do you have any idea how much suffering I've done at Hogwarts because of him?" Hermione held back her shriek that she wanted to let free.

It was only the first day of summer and she couldn't wait to get back. She wished she was home with the Grangers. Things would be so much easier for her right at this exact moment. In a matter of hours her life had gone from peaceful (well, aside from Voldemort) to a living hell.

"Just as you may have a history with Draco Malfoy, we have a history with the whole family, and I'm pleased to say it's better than what yours and Draco's was, but you will respect them, and socialize with them like you've been friends with them for your whole life, understand?" Tiffany growled. Her eyes had narrowed to the point where they looked like slits, and she looked rather scary.

A chill ran down Hermione's spine and she could tell that something was going to happen if she didn't listen to Tiffany. She sensed power in this family, which would explain her massive amounts of it, but it was definitely a frightful thing. She gave a weak nod and followed her mother into the dining room.

The Malfoys and Derrek were seated at a large rectangular table. Tiffany quickly glided across the room and say next to the available seat next to Derrek, leaving one vacant chair at the table. Next to Draco Malfoy.

Hermione sighed and sat down next to him, on the far edge of her chair so she could be as far away from him as possible. At that moment she happened to look up to where her parents were seated and both of them had raised eyebrows. Hermione moved fully onto the chair and slouched slightly. Draco gave her an odd look and shook his head.

Just then, a tiny house elf came in and Hermione had to resist dropping her jaw. She lived in a house of lazy death eaters? They couldn't do anything for themselves? Well, this was it. She finally had the chance to free some of them.

"Your first course misters and missuses" the house elf bowed low as silver platters covered the table. All of them were covered, but suddenly disappeared. Hermione was shocked to see…sea food? In all of her years at Hogwarts, it was only on occasion that they had ever had something like fish, but all of it looked absolutely mouth watering.

Derrek started passing around the different platters while talking in a deep conversation with Lucius Malfoy, most likely about the oh so might Dark Lord, Hermione thought. Narcissa and Tiffany were showing each other their newly done manicures, and once again Hermione had a sick feeling in her stomach as Draco passed her a platter covered with steamed muscles.

Draco cleared his throat loud enough for Hermione to hear him. She gave him menacing look and he flinched. "Well, I suppose I should apologize…" he began.

Hermione snorted. "Apologize for what? Ruining my life as a teenager?" she snapped, but in a low voice so her parents wouldn't be too suspicious.

Draco gulped. He was nervous, yet he couldn't put his finger on why. No girl had ever stood up to Draco Malfoy before, except for Hermione Granger.

His cheeks started to tint a slight shade of red. He was starting to get angry. The nerve she had. She had no right to stand up to him. She was only a filthy mudblood. Shit, he thought, I can't use that one anymore!

His eyes narrowed and he glared at Hermione for a moment. He then turned to his mother and father. "If you'll excuse me, I'm just going to go to the washroom" he said, casting Hermione another glare while standing up from his chair.

As he walked out of the room, he smirked to himself. He had a feeling that any moment now, she would follow and apologize like the little Gryffindor that she was for making him angry.

But Draco was wrong, she didn't follow. Why would she? She hadn't regretted what she had just said to him. And he had actually tried to be nice. So Granger, er, Jugson wanted to play a hard game, did she? Well two could play at this game. He'd make her want him, but he wouldn't let her have him. That would be no problem. I mean, look at him? Need I say more? And it wasn't like he was going to fall for her anyways.

Draco waltzed back into the dining room moments later to find that they were starting their main course. Draco couldn't make out which type of meat it was, but he didn't really care. He was about to put into operation "Operation I am a Juicy Sex God". The name obviously had to have some kind of juicy and appealing name, and that was Draco's number one choice.

He took his seat next to Hermione. He had changed out of his dress shirt and into a tight t-shirt showing off his lean muscles. Hermione had to admit that they were very nice, but she wasn't into guys with muscles. They were too superficial. But Hermione couldn't help but steal glances at him every few moments, and each time she would notice him watching her. How arrogant is that? Hermione questioned herself.

Hermione glanced around once more catching Draco watching her again and she had had it! "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" She shrieked. Lucius and Derrek dropped their conversation and turned to look at their offspring. Tiffany and Narcissa both sat with their arms crossed tightly across their chest, lips pursed, appalled by the outburst that Hermione had just caused.

Draco remained calm and laid back. He refused to look shocked at the outburst. In fact, he was expecting it.

"Just observing" Draco said while bringing his fork to his lips once more.

Hermione shook in aggravation. Not only did she not want to be there, she definitely did not want to be there with a bunch of Death Eaters and Draco Malfoy to boot.

Her parents, along with Lucius and Narcissa, both stared at Hermione in disbelief of the horrendous outburst. Hermione stood up from the table.

"Now that I've succeeded to ruin all of your evenings, I'm going to bed. Goodnight" Hermione said, rushing out of the room, not wanting to be stopped by any of them at all.

She hurried quickly down the hallways, but forgetting her way quite easily. This house was too big for words, and Hermione had already lost her way in one of the many corridors that it possessed.

It was then that she felt she was alone and no one would be capable of disturbing her. She fell against the wall and slid down to the point where she was sitting on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest, her eyes watering with the many tears that ached to leave her.

And it was then that they left her. Everything that she had held back. She may have cried since she found out about the adoption, but this was by far her worst breakdown yet. Her eyes became puffy and red within moments as the tears stung at her cheeks and clung to her eyelashes. Here she was, lost in her own house, anyone could walk by, and she was crying, no, bawling her eyes out.

This wasn't her home. This would never be her home. She wished she was with Ron or Harry. She had the urge to climb into Rons arms and have him soothe her, tell her that everything was going to be ok. She missed him. She had always loved him, and now she knew that if her parents had a say in it, she would never see him again.

It was if Hermione was reflecting on her life. Her eyes glazed over, tears still falling down her cheeks at a rapid pace, but the sobs had stopped.

Hermione stood up and looked in the mirror that was hanging on the wall of the hallway. She hated herself. Her life. Her new looks. Her family. She hated it all. Except for Ron and Harry.

Hermione bit her lip once more, and with one last look into the mirror, she balled her fist up and aimed for the mirror. She heard a loud crack and the pain filled her hand. The mirror had broken and the shards of glass had fallen to the floor.

Hermione felt a sharp jolt of pain protruding from her fist all the way up her arm. She looked down at her hand, her vision blurred by tears. She hadn't got any glass in it, but there were many cuts and gashes. She quickly wiped her eyes and trudged down the hallways.

Draco Malfoy exhaled his breath from a dark corner of the hallway. Never in his whole life, had he seen Hermione loose control like that. She must really hate it here, he thought to himself. Well, it isn't all bad. As much as I regret thinking this, I may have to help her out a bit. He shrugged the thought off and headed in the opposite direction that Hermione went and back toward the dining room. He'd give this idea a little more thought once he got home.

Meanwhile, Hermione had found her room, and quickly headed into the bathroom to wrap up her wounded hand. She searched high and low, but couldn't find anything to clean the cuts out with so she regretfully sent one of the house elves to get her some hydrogen peroxide. After he returned she winced in a painful manor as she cleaned the cut out.

She opened her diary once more before retiring for bed and wrote:

"I touch the fire, and it freezes me
I look into it, and it's black
Why can't I feel?
My skin should crack and peel
I want the fire back."

It was then that she closed her diary, and blew out the illuminating candle, causing her room to fall into complete darkness.

A/N-> The lyrics are from The Buffy Musical if some of you have noticed. I'm going to be using lyrics from all over the place for her so called "personal" quotes. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review so I know what you think of this story.