A Freak of Nature
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Blaise
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
6,549
Reviews:
39
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Disc.:Obviously, I own nothing,you know the drill, everything belongs to J.K.Rowling as well as idea of 'Conclave' belongs to James Cameron an Charles H. Eegle as the part of TV show 'Dark Angel'
"Merlin, this is not good...so not good...," Hermione Granger continued to repeat these words to herself over and over again. She had been unable to stop ever since Professor McGonagall said that the Headmaster wanted to see her in his office. Thank Merlin Harry and Ron were not with her at this moment; she would have a hard time explaining the situation...
She needed more time.
Today was September the fifth. Two more weeks to go before her eighteenth birthday, the date she had been trying to forget for a while.
How will Harry react? How will Ron react? Would they think her a traitor? Technically, she wasn’t really one. She was not a secret follower of Voldemort or anything...Can’t a girl keep her own secrets? Everyone had one, and Hermione Jane Granger wasn’t an exeption.
She thought about how everyone could only see her ‘fake’ life she was so eager to push in front of their eyes.
Not Harry, nor even Ron, for that matter, knew the names of her parents for Merlin’s sake! And they had been her friends since she was eleven years old!
Everytime someone asked about her family or her parents, the answer was always the same: Muggle dentists ( aka teeth healers), and nothing more...
When Lucious Malfoy met both of her ‘parents’ in Flourish and Blots in the beginning of her second year, he knew. It was in his eyes; she would bet everything she had ever owned. He was not so stupid; he could see ‘things’ about them.
Picture it: two neatly dressed muggles, looking like they just got out of cover of some magazine. Happy faces,cheerfull smiles. The picture of ideal ‘Pleasantwill’s’ muggle’s. Everything about them screamed one and only one word: ‘FAKE’.
Sometimes she wondered if Draco Malfoy knew the truth. He stopped calling her ‘Mudblood’ somewhere in the end of their fifth year. If Malfoy senior knew the truth, maybe he finally told the Ferret...she could only guess. All Slytherins seemed to avoid her more. It was like a silent agreement between them: Do not touch me, and I will not touch you in return.
Perfect in body, perfect in soul...hell no! She had perfect brains: she could agree on this fact but not on the others.
She was average, she always knew that much. She was somewhere in the middle, not petite and not ‘model-like’ tall. Average legs, average breasts, average ...everything. Plain Jane, even her middle name screamed it.
She forgot, when was the last time she saw her reflection in the mirror? Second year? Before being petrified by the basilisk? ‘Maybe,’ she thought. Even in her fourth year, at the Yule ball, she had fixed her hair not looking at it, and even her make-up was made with a flick of her wand.
They were worried why she hadn’t found a suitable ‘breeding partner’ yet? This was getting ridiculous. Who in their right mind would want someone like her. Nobody at Hogwarts, that was for sure. Even at home, during her vacations, her brothers and cousins did’nt help either. Ginny Weasley, Ron’s little sister, always complained about growing up with six brothers...Honestly. She had no idea what was like to grow up being constantly watched over by two brothers and about fifteen cousins...She had no idea.
Being the first girl to be born into her family in more than a hundred thousand years came with some responsibilities...and an attachment.
She often wondered if any boys from Hogwarts knew she was, indeed, a girl. Even at the Yule ball, her date with Victor had all been a beautiful facade. He was sent to ask her to go to the ball with him, just to make sure she was not ‘damaged’ by some random bloke before the time was right.
She was always being watched. She knew that a large part of the wizards in the world were in debt to her ‘family’...even Dumbledore. What for, she didn’t wanted to know.
Slowly walking to the Headmaster’s office, she stopped for a moment and leaned with her back to the nearest wall, breathing deeply. Maybe he could hide her somewhere safe?
No, she doubted this would, or even could, happen. She tried, every damn year she tried, and still—nothing. They managed to find her everytime. There was no way out of this hell.
Breeding partner, indeed...One formulation only made her shiver... She didn’t want to be paired with one of her cousins, she was not into incest, thank you very much.
“Lemon Drop,” she said firmly to gargoyle. She walked through the open door, ready to meet her destiny.
A/N: I plan to post an uptade once or maybe even twise a week. Hopefully you liked this one...
"Merlin, this is not good...so not good...," Hermione Granger continued to repeat these words to herself over and over again. She had been unable to stop ever since Professor McGonagall said that the Headmaster wanted to see her in his office. Thank Merlin Harry and Ron were not with her at this moment; she would have a hard time explaining the situation...
She needed more time.
Today was September the fifth. Two more weeks to go before her eighteenth birthday, the date she had been trying to forget for a while.
How will Harry react? How will Ron react? Would they think her a traitor? Technically, she wasn’t really one. She was not a secret follower of Voldemort or anything...Can’t a girl keep her own secrets? Everyone had one, and Hermione Jane Granger wasn’t an exeption.
She thought about how everyone could only see her ‘fake’ life she was so eager to push in front of their eyes.
Not Harry, nor even Ron, for that matter, knew the names of her parents for Merlin’s sake! And they had been her friends since she was eleven years old!
Everytime someone asked about her family or her parents, the answer was always the same: Muggle dentists ( aka teeth healers), and nothing more...
When Lucious Malfoy met both of her ‘parents’ in Flourish and Blots in the beginning of her second year, he knew. It was in his eyes; she would bet everything she had ever owned. He was not so stupid; he could see ‘things’ about them.
Picture it: two neatly dressed muggles, looking like they just got out of cover of some magazine. Happy faces,cheerfull smiles. The picture of ideal ‘Pleasantwill’s’ muggle’s. Everything about them screamed one and only one word: ‘FAKE’.
Sometimes she wondered if Draco Malfoy knew the truth. He stopped calling her ‘Mudblood’ somewhere in the end of their fifth year. If Malfoy senior knew the truth, maybe he finally told the Ferret...she could only guess. All Slytherins seemed to avoid her more. It was like a silent agreement between them: Do not touch me, and I will not touch you in return.
Perfect in body, perfect in soul...hell no! She had perfect brains: she could agree on this fact but not on the others.
She was average, she always knew that much. She was somewhere in the middle, not petite and not ‘model-like’ tall. Average legs, average breasts, average ...everything. Plain Jane, even her middle name screamed it.
She forgot, when was the last time she saw her reflection in the mirror? Second year? Before being petrified by the basilisk? ‘Maybe,’ she thought. Even in her fourth year, at the Yule ball, she had fixed her hair not looking at it, and even her make-up was made with a flick of her wand.
They were worried why she hadn’t found a suitable ‘breeding partner’ yet? This was getting ridiculous. Who in their right mind would want someone like her. Nobody at Hogwarts, that was for sure. Even at home, during her vacations, her brothers and cousins did’nt help either. Ginny Weasley, Ron’s little sister, always complained about growing up with six brothers...Honestly. She had no idea what was like to grow up being constantly watched over by two brothers and about fifteen cousins...She had no idea.
Being the first girl to be born into her family in more than a hundred thousand years came with some responsibilities...and an attachment.
She often wondered if any boys from Hogwarts knew she was, indeed, a girl. Even at the Yule ball, her date with Victor had all been a beautiful facade. He was sent to ask her to go to the ball with him, just to make sure she was not ‘damaged’ by some random bloke before the time was right.
She was always being watched. She knew that a large part of the wizards in the world were in debt to her ‘family’...even Dumbledore. What for, she didn’t wanted to know.
Slowly walking to the Headmaster’s office, she stopped for a moment and leaned with her back to the nearest wall, breathing deeply. Maybe he could hide her somewhere safe?
No, she doubted this would, or even could, happen. She tried, every damn year she tried, and still—nothing. They managed to find her everytime. There was no way out of this hell.
Breeding partner, indeed...One formulation only made her shiver... She didn’t want to be paired with one of her cousins, she was not into incest, thank you very much.
“Lemon Drop,” she said firmly to gargoyle. She walked through the open door, ready to meet her destiny.
A/N: I plan to post an uptade once or maybe even twise a week. Hopefully you liked this one...