CHAPTER 3
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" No, this couldn't be true! It couldn't be!" Draco couldn't get over the shock. He was pacing back and forth in his room.
"Malfoy"
Hermione's voice stopped his train of thoughts. She was standing at his door dressed in a thin negligee, with just a short satin nightgown under.
" Malfoy, we need to talk! " she said her voice serious and cold. He never heard her voice sound like that.
" you bet we need to talk Granger! Can I even call you that now? I don't even know if that's your real name!"
" Look you have to calm down Draco! Yes I said Draco! Look you are right I'm not who you think I am…"
" Oh I've realized that, after I found that photo of you being hugged by Bellatrix Lestrange!"
" She's my aunt Draco. And no me and you are not related. She's my aunt through her husband. I'm his brother's daughter…"
Thud. Draco sat down on his bed.
" You're what?"
" I'm Richard Lestrange's daughter, Maria Isabella Hermione Lestrange…"
"Ok, lets get this straight. You Hermione Granger, mudblood, Pothead's and Weasel's friend, are actually pureblodd, death eater's daughter?"
"Eh…yea"
"No way, no fuckin way!"
" It's the truth Malfoy…Ask your father. He and my dad are best friends…"
" What my father knew about this? Why didn't he tell me?"
" Ok this id going to stay between us. You wont act any different towards me when we leave this common room, you will not tell anyone what I tell you or I will be forced to kill you, and believe me I am capable of that. 7 years ago the dark lord let his followers know that he was finished up yet. My parents didn't want to give up being his followers, but they realized that , they being already under a lot of suspicion couldn't do anything, so in order for them not to lose their position and fortune, they gave me up. They made me a spy. They made me live 7 years as a mudblood, knowing that I am a pureblood. I even had to go to Gryffindor, even though the sorting hat told me I belong in slytherin. But the dark lord…he appreciated my loss…He is going to make me the youngest deatheater!"
Draco was shocked. The girl he saw and teased for 7years had changed infront of his eyes in a few minutes.
" But Gran-"
" Lestrange" she corrected him angrily
He nodded. " Why are you so happy about that?"
" Why?" she laughed. " I thought you out of all would understand. All I learned from my parents was that there is no such thing as love or care or friendship, only using people for your benefit. And if I enter the death eaters…I might feel…for once…like I have a family Draco…"