Authors Note: I have decided after a long time, to revise this fanfic. It has always been my favourite but I realized that it desperately needed it. I hope that you will all like it as many of you have before.

I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter 1

October 21st

Dear Diary,

I was always different. I have known this for as long as I could remember. Things would happen and I could never be able to explain it. My mother has always told me I was special, I didn't believe it until I was eleven.

When I was eleven everything changed. I was, No I am, a witch.

Everything that I ever did up till that time that I found out was a lie. It meant nothing. I am and will probably always be smart. I also found it weird that while I was growing up I had a classical beauty that my family doesn't have. That's when I knew I was adopted. I accepted it for what it was and never questioned it. Why should I when I love the parents that I already have?

The only thing that I haven't really accepted was the fact that I have a tattoo underneath my right breast since I was born. When I was old enough to find out what it meant, I cried.

I cried because I found out that I am nothing more then a pureblood snob. I don't hate all of them, but my blood family is one of them. I found out that my family was the Zabini's.

My mother was the long daughter of the Zabini's. Her name was Tanya Maria Zabini. My father was Thorn David Craig. I found it quite odd that I was never found out or why the sorting hat never even considered me of going into the house of the Zabini's. Or why her name isn't even in the Zabini family tree. IT was because she did something that betrayed her family and was left estranged from the whole family, except her mother. My grandmother.

The story of the two is kinda like a Romeo and Juliet. Kinda sad actually. But anyway I don't really care. They are not my family now.

How or what happened to me to have left the their side, I don't know. But I found out from papers that my blood mother and father left me what my name was. It was Maria Monique Elizabeth Zabini-Craig. That and a letter that I can't open until Christmas was left to me. That was then.

The name I have always known, and will forever is the name I have now. My secret will die with me forever.

My name is Hermione Jane Granger.

Hermione placed down her pen and closed her diary. She then sighed. She didn't know why she felt compelled to write down her secrets. It was probably because she had gotten into a fight with Ron again.

Sure she was always getting into fights with him, but this time it was different. Ron had gotten pretty upset this time that he had called her a bitch. He was so shocked at what he said that he immediately apologized. It was still hard to fathom that he would call her that at any time.

She didn't see much of Harry or Ginny anymore cause they were always off being a couple and doing god knows what. She was mostly left to herself and she really didn't mind, she found it better because she hated keeping secrets from her friends. And this was a secret she couldn't tell them. Though it didn't mean that she missed them any less. She wished that she could tell them all of her secrets.

"Granger!" A voice called from the other side of her door. "Granger, get your ass out here NOW!"

Hermione shook her head and then placed her diary back in its original place. She opened her door and walked into the common room that she and Malfoy shared. That was the only downsize of having become head girl, was Malfoy being head boy as well. She walked over to the chair that sat across from him.

"What do you want Malfoy?"

Draco lifted his head up from what he was writing and looked at her.

"I'm just wondering if I was going to be doing all the planning of the Hallowe'en ball?"

"I thought that we agreed that I was going to do Christmas and you Hallowe'en?" She said as she leaned back into the chair.

"We are" he replied simply.

Hermione then raised an elegant eyebrow. "Then why do you need me?"

"I don't. I just need you signature." He said and passed her the paper with the plans.

She read what was on the paper, and then scribbled her name on the line provided.

"Whatever, here you go." She mumbled as she got up and walked towards the portrait.

"Where are you going?" Draco asked as he tucked the papers into a folder.

"To play." She smirked and winked at him before walking out of the room.