Chapter Two: The Truth

As she cried in his arms he pondered how he was going to tell her that she was indeed not a muggleborn, but a pureblood witch, and the family she's living with, although they're her real parents, that they are dark wizards, and personal favorites of his lord, and close friends with his parents. That they are in hiding because of her, that his parents killed her brother, because they wanted him, Draco Malfoy, to be Voldemort's heir, and not her brother, Lleh. He held her there until he heard her mother yell for her to come down, her dinner's getting cold. He placed a charm on her so her parents wouldn't notice that she'd been crying.

He told her that he had to go, but that he'd come back later if he could. "Mione' go downstairs, eat supper with your family, but please, act like nothing happened, tell them you accidentally knocked over your ink bottle and had to clean it up. Don't let them know that I was here with you. Do you understand me?" She nodded telling him she understood.

Slowly descended down to the dinning room. "Sorry it took so long mom, I accidentally spilled some ink, and had to clean it up." She plastered the best smile she could on her face. He parents just smiled back and motioned for her to start eating. "Umm… smells good mom, lets see, steak with marination, broccoli, and my favorite, cottage cheese. Wonderful."

"Hermione, me and your father have something important to tell you!" her mother suddenly spilled out, "Now, darling please don't yell at us for keeping this from you but…"

"Lillian, I don't think this is the time," her father, Jonathan replied. Hermione looked between the two and slowly began to stand up, knowing that she should leave the two alone. When she was half way up the stairs, she heard her mom yelling at her.

"Jonathan, we have to tell her. Why do you keep on insisting to keep this from her? Sure she's befriended the enemy, but that doesn't mean that she can't still live a separate life and know." She was so caught up in the action she didn't hear Draco appear behind her. She screamed, as he touched her shoulder, fortunately for her he parents were too busy arguing to hear.

"Goodness, Draco you scared me! Do you know what my parents are going on about?" She asked with anger in her voice. He nodded, but his eyes told her that she should only hear it from her parents. If her mom was smart enough that she'd come up later and tell her what's going on. "Draco, please stay here with me. I don't want to be alone right now." Suddenly they heard her mom scream and her father slapped her mother. Hermione was about to run down the stairs when Draco grabbed her arm and told her to stay. "But, Draco my mother, he hit my mother for the last time."

"What do you mean the last time?" he asked concerned. Slowly she mumbled a spell then, many bruises and cuts appeared on her body. Tears slowly fell down her face. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a journal. She handed it to him and then went downstairs after putting the spell back on and went downstairs to help her mother. Oh my god, he's been beating and raping them,

Draco thought. While Hermione was downstairs with her mother he tore a piece of paper out of her diary, and wrote her a note, telling her he'd be back around 11:00 tonight, sorry he left without saying good-bye, but he has a few things he needs to take care of.

When Hermione returned to her room at 10:00 she noticed Draco was gone, but saw he'd put her diary back and left a note on her bed, telling her he'd be back soon. Her mom was in the next room resting. As she went into the room she noticed her mom sleeping, she went over and told her goodnight. Then she walked back to her room and began brushing her hair. As she did this she remembered to lock her door, so her father couldn't come in and rape her tonight. She heard an awful crack knowing it was Draco she sat back down and began brushing her hair again. "Hey there beautiful?" Draco said as he announced himself smiling, he bent over ad kissed her. Hermione smiled back.

"Draco, I know you know what's going on, please tell me." She began pleading with him. "I won't be able to take it if anything happens to me or my mother again. I'm tired of my father hitting us and raping me. It kills me inside and I have no where else to go!" The tears came. He held her, keeping her safe. He couldn't stand it any longer.

"If… If I tell you, promise me one thing." He said, Hermione's crying slowly creased, as she nodded her head. "You promise me that no matter what happens if things get bad, you just say my name, and I'll come and get you from this, place; and your mother. Okay?" Draco asked.

"Yes, Draco, I'd do anything for you, just please tell me what's going on!" She pleaded with him.

"All right, are you sure your ready?" he paused as she prepared herself, once done, laying on her bed, she nodded telling him to continue. "There are parts in here that might make you hate me, or well at least our fathers, yours and mine. Before you came along, back in our parent's days at Hogwarts our mothers were best friends, as were our fathers." He paused at the puzzled look on her face, "Mione' your parents aren't muggles like you think they are. They're in hiding from Voldemort. Because your mother had twins. You and your… brother."

"What brother, Draco? Why haven't I heard about him?"

"My father… he did… didn't want your parents to provide the heir of the dark lord, because that would make them his superior, just like Voldemort is. He wasn't about to allow that, so one night while your father was away on a business trip and our mothers were at the Malfoy mansion, he went to the nursery where you, me, and Lleh, your brother, was. He killed your brother, and knowing that the Dark Lord would be unhappy with the female child, your parents fled. Your father banned your mother and mine from ever speaking to each other." Hermione's eyes began to tear up, and Draco pulled her into his embrace, holding her. Not wanting to let her go! "Mione' are you going to be okay? Your mad at me aren't you? Because I was born your brother, your second half was killed. I was in love with you when we were younger, you know I always dreamed of seeing you again, but my father saw my feelings for you as a weakness."

"Draco, I'm sorry, this is too much. My parents they just... They cant be purebloods, no could they be dark wizards, and witches."

"Mione' it's true, well at least our fathers are, our mothers are not. Your father's name has been down on Voldemort's list to kill for sixteen years, because he abandoned him. Your father never told Voldemort, that my father killed his son, nor did he tell him about the daughter that Lillian gave him. Each of our parents was betrothed to each other. If Voldemort was to find out there was a daughter born to your parents that you and me would have been betrothed. Your mother wouldn't allow it, so you, your mother, and father went into hiding." He stopped and kissed her on the forehead, "Hermione, your last name isn't Granger, its Mackintire, Nevaeh Ann Mackintire. That is your real name."

"Draco, please, maybe we can pick this up tomorrow morning" she asked as she yawned. She spread out on her bed, pulling the covers over her. Draco nodded to her, and said I'll see you in the morning. "Why don't you stay here with me for the night? There's room in the bed." She told him as she blushed madly, going beet red. "Please, Draco? I'd feel much safer here if you stayed."