Hermione Malfoy

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"Hermione!" Mrs. Granger called up the stairs. "Your father and I need to talk to you!"

Upstairs, a door opened up, and the sound of feet could be heard from overhead. Hermione was soon standing at the top of the stairs, peering down at her mother with confusion.

"Mum," Hermione said, placing a hand on her hip. "Is this something that can wait until later?"

"No, Hermione," Mrs. Granger responded, narrowing her eyes at her, now, 17- year-old daughter, who, in about a month, was going to board the Hogwarts Express for her last year of Howarts. "It's very important," her mother continued, nodding.

Hermione sighed, taking her hand off of her hip, started walking down the stairs. Her mother placed a hand on her back and led her into the living room. Once in the living room, Hermione saw her father, who was sitting on a black, leather couch, his hands clasped together, shaking.

Hermione pulled up a chair and sat down as her mother walked over to her father, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"What's up?" Hermione asked briskly, once she had sat down.

"We're sorry, Hermione," her mother started, her eyes looking sympathetic.

Hermione was confused. Her brows furrowed and her face grew pale. 'What are they talking about?'

"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked, her voice horse with nervousness.

"Hermione," Mr. Granger took a deep breath, sighing. "I'm not your father?" Tears started to fall from his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, her face paling even more and her voice wavering.

"I'm not your father," he repeated.

"No. No! This can't be possible," Hermione cried, looking down at the floor, trying to see how she could have missed this piece of information or how this could be possible. "You said you were there when I was born! You always said I was your daughter! I've been with both of you all of my life! How can this be?!" Hermione's became hysterical, as her eyes were trying so hard to see the truth in her parent's eyes.

"We're sorry we didn't tell you," Mrs. Granger said, her eyes gleaming with fresh tears. "A few years before you were born, I met up with Lucius Malfoy, and we were soon dating," she started. "Everything was great, until I met Troy," Mrs. Granger said, motioning to Mr. Granger, "Lucius's brother.

"When I met him, he knew I was pregnant with, and with Lucius's baby, but he didn't mind. And after I found out that Lucius was cheating on me with Narcissa Malfoy, and she was pregnant as well, I ran to your Troy. I knew that I could trust him. We soon fell in love, but when Lucius found out, he got angry, and tried to kill us. We had to leave our homes and the world of magic behind. Hermione, Lucius Malfoy is your real father."

There was silence for a moment, before she continued.

"Your real name is Hermione Malfoy."
A/N: So, how did you like that chapter? I know, it was really short, but because it's only the prologue, all the rest will be longer. Promise. Thanx for reading, and please review!