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OK. Time for the story. Without further ado, I'd like to present… The Confessions Of A Pureblood.

Confessions of a Pureblood by Raye Lynne

Chapter 1 - Summer Ends, Revelations Begin

There! thought Hermione triumphantly as she put the last few finishing touches on her essay about Porthole Charms (a complex spell that allowed you to view the present actions of another person). Not so complex for her of course. She'd always been the top student of every class, except for just once when Harry had beaten her in Defence Against the Dark Arts in their third year.

He deserved it though, she conceded. She was excited, for she would be seeing him, as well as Ron, the next day, when they would all board the Hogwarts Express together. They would all be in their sixth year, a memorable milestone in their magical education.

She idly wondered if they would recognize her; she'd changed somewhat during the course of the summer! Hermione had always been quite short; she still was, but at 5'5", she wasn't the pixie she used to be, though she'd kept her slender, willowy frame. Before, she'd had mottled, freckly skin that was often dark under the eyes from many sleepless nights of studying. Now her freckles had faded, and though she still got dark circles beneath her eyes occasionally, most of the time her skin was smooth and porcelain-like. Much to her delight, her bushy, mousy hair had smoothed itself into ringlets and darkened to a gleaming chestnut. A "late bloomer" she had been unfortunately flat-chested, until sometime in July, that is. At last, Hermione had the beauty to match her brains. She caught a glimpse of herself in the small oval mirror that hung above her dresser. She smiled, satisfied with the girl who stared back at her.

She proceeded to edit her essay, only to be interrupted by a tap at the door. Her mother's soft voice sounded from the other side.

"Sweetie, may I come in?" she asked.

"Sure, Mum," Hermione replied, setting down her quill.

The door slowly opened and Kelly Granger stepped into the room. Tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes, she looked nothing like her daughter. She was of course, a muggle, but she was immensely proud of Hermione's achievements. Remarkably observant, her eyes flicked over to the desk where Hermione's three-foot essay lay. "Are you busy?" she inquired.

"Not really, I only have a few revisions left," Hermione replied.

"Good, because I wanted to talk to you," Kelly said.

With alarm, Hermione noted the quaver in her mother's voice and the sadness in her eyes that she rarely saw there. "Mum, what's wrong?" she asked gently.

"Nothing's wrong really," Kelly sighed, "It's just- well, this is going to be hard for me."

Hermione rose from her chair and sat on the bed instead, patting the pale blue quilt beside her, indicating that Kelly should sit, too, which she did. After a few deep breaths, Kelly started in.

"Hermione - how many kids with non-magical parents do well in school?"

Hermione frowned, surprised by the question. "Well," she said, "they do all right- not really exceptional, but not poorly either, most of them anyway."

"So not as well as you, you mean?"

"Well - I suppose so."

"There is a reason for this, you know."

"What reason?"

"I'm getting there, please don't interrupt. This is difficult enough."

Hermione was worried; her mother never acted like this. What was going on?

"You're sixteen years old now, and so it's time you knew the truth."

Kelly paused for so long, Hermione prompted, "and the truth is…?"

Kelly took a shuddering breath and said, "The truth is you come from a very long line of powerful pure-blood wizards and witches - the Maguson's. Perhaps you've heard of them in school."

"I have," Hermione replied quickly, "but - what do you're trying to tell me- is that- you and Dad are secretly wizards?"

"Oh baby," Kelly was clearly choking back a sob, "that's not it."

Hermione couldn't figure it out, which was a rare occasion, even rarer than Kelly being upset. She was lost. "What is it, then? I- I don't understand."

Kelly looked Hermione in her golden-brown eyes; Kelly's own were brimming with tears. "Baby," she whispered, "you're adopted."

Draco Malfoy looked up. He'd been watching all this through, ironically, a Porthole Charm. He grinned. It was perfect!

Author's Note: So, what did you think? Please review! Ciao for now!