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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
18,040
Reviews:
35
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hey guys, thanx for deciding to read my story! please let me know what you think.
def. not DH compatible, this is kinda what might have happened instead, you know. there is also a slight change in characters, my Hermione is a little edgier by the way than most. Blaize is Italian in this as well, because when i started the story otherwise had not been revealed yet, so if this offends any one I'm sorry. and please don't let any of my grammatical errors offend you, i no longer have a beta so please bear with me!! much love and enjoy. review!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 1
She was not who she thought she was.
Hermione Granger sat in her parents living room, shocked and unbelieving.
“Do you know who they are than?” She asked slowly, her eyes wide and snapping between her ‘mother and father’ of nearly 17 years. “My… my birth parents?” she choked out finally, hand clutched at her throat.
Her ‘mother’ smiled sadly. Her soft blue eyes, so unlike Hermione’s, brimming with fresh tears.
“Only a name, dear.” she whispered, her hands clutched tightly in her lap, so tightly around
her blue cotton handkerchief that her knuckles were white.
Hermione dropped her eyes to the floor, willing her self to ask the question, to believe that these loving, caring people were not her beloved parents, her mommy and daddy as it were. But in reality no relation to her at all in fact. All of it had been a lie, her whole
life, believing that this was real, a façade put into place when she was just a baby. The
reality of the situation being, as her ‘parents’ were telling her, that she, Hermione Granger
was indeed adopted.
She took a deep shuddering breath, willing her self to be strong, this wasn’t so bad after
all, this she could deal with, they still loved her, didn’t they? She looked up. Her ’father’
was watching her closely, concern etched in to the deep lines on his face, always a little too
old to be a father to a girl her age, she guessed.
He was afraid for his baby, for his little girl, for his undeniable princess. He didn’t want
to do it, he hadn’t wanted to tell her, he had wanted everything to go on the way it was, to
keep pretending everything was perfect, which he had believed it had been after all, she was
always going to be his daughter, adopted or not. But a part of him had known this would
happen, would have to one day at least.
Hermione stared at him for a moment, taking a small breath, she asked the question, that
fateful question, hoping it would mean nothing to her and she could go back to living a normal
life with them, everything would be perfect again.
“And the name, their name?” Her voice was even, she had control, she would get through this.
Her mother and father exchanged a glance between two frightened sets of blue
eyes. “Le’strange. The papers all say it, but nothing at all else about them.” Her ’mother’
answered, staring in to Hermione’s huge eyes, mistaking the horrified look for disappointment
at their lack of knowledge. “Dear, that’s all we know, all we’ve ever been able to know. We
were called by the company we were going through at the time, we had been trying you see… for
years, and finally… you were almost a year old, and you were such a sad baby… so beautiful,
but sad, though you never really cried, but you never laughed either. We did everything… it
took months for you to accept our love, and to return it. And I wish, I wish that you really
were mine.” she sobbed, breaking her composure. “they didn’t deserve you!” she cried, pushing
her fists against her mouth to stop the outburst too late.
“Honey!” her ‘father’ put his arms around his wife’s shoulders comfortingly. “don’t do this
to your self!” She leaned in to him, neither noticing the look of horror on their ’daughters’
face.
“I….l-Le’strange?” she chocked out hoarsely, shaking her head.. Her mother pulled her head
back from her husbands shoulder to stare at her daughter, and to nod, her husband kissing
her on the head. “No…”softly, than “No! There must be some sort of mistake here… surely not,
oh no, Le’strange?” Her parents stared at her in shock, at the unbelievable look of pain on
her beautiful face “N-nuh-no, this can’t be real.” She sobbed out loudly, her eyes wide open,
the green flecks in the brown shining through the tears that were no longer brimming, now
running freely down her stark white face, “No, this cant be real this must be a joke, a lie…
some sort of sick cruel FUCKING JOKE!” She leaned down quickly, slamming her hands in to the
coffee table before her, separating her self from her parents, shocking them out of their
state of silent bewilderment.
Her mother screamed as the china cabinet against the wall burst open, expelling shards of
porcelain and glass across the room, her father shielding his wife from the splinters with
himself.
Hermione shot up in shock, eyes scanning the room before her staring in disbelief at the
mess that her emotional out burst had caused. She noticed a quick stab of pain across her
cheek and brought her fingers up to the sore spot, feeling the sticky wetness on her
fingertips she stared with hatred at the wall opposite knowing what it was, what it
represented. What it meant.
Screaming she balled her fists up, digging her fingernails in to her palms and started
hitting them against her thighs as she crouched down to the floor, shaking her head back and
forth bringing her chin down to her chest as she sobbed like a little girl. She sat there,
whimpering, on her knees and brought her hands up, opening her fingers to stare at the palms,
at the red crescent moons her fingernails had forced in to her skin, the deep red from her
face stark against her pallid fingertips. Breathing in she brought her fingers to her lips
closing her eyes, refreshing the tear streaks down her flushed cheeks.
“My blood.” she whimpered out, “oh god. MY BLOOD!” She screamed. “It’s disgusting! Why this?
Why now?” She asked, sobbing again, to no one in particular as she smeared her blood across
her mouth. She had been wrong; she was very much OUT of control of this situation. “This can’t
be real,” she whispered. She looked up at her terrified parents, her father now crying with
his wife as he watched his horrified daughter smear her blood over her cheek, staring at him
with bewilderment written across her face. Attempting to hold on her sanity she held out her
bloody hands and cried, “Daddy, daddy, please?”
He ran to his daughter and held her tightly, “Oh baby, I’m sorry, so sorry, princess I love
you, I don’t care, I don’t fucking care who you are, I love you.”
A small gasp of, “Mommy?” was heard from some where against Gerald Grangers chest. Jane
Granger popped up from the couch to go around the coffee table to crouch with her husband and
daughter in glass and porcelain fragmented on the floor, wrapping her arms around the two most
important people in her life. “I love you, sweetie, you’re my angel and you always will be, my
perfect little angel, Hermione, you’re my daughter.”
Hermione Granger sat with her parents, crying against her father and as she nodded her head
willing her self to believe that that was true and everything would be fine.
“I love you.” She closed her eyes and let her father hold her.
Everything was going to be just fine.
----------------------------------------- Well there it is~~~:) i hope every one ejoys this story its been the werkz for a while now, and i have quite a bit of it complete and thought out but ive never posted a stoy before, be nice but honest, pleaze! ive begun to update this stoy and i now have a beta!!!! lets hear it for faerieflightz!!!!!!!
def. not DH compatible, this is kinda what might have happened instead, you know. there is also a slight change in characters, my Hermione is a little edgier by the way than most. Blaize is Italian in this as well, because when i started the story otherwise had not been revealed yet, so if this offends any one I'm sorry. and please don't let any of my grammatical errors offend you, i no longer have a beta so please bear with me!! much love and enjoy. review!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 1
She was not who she thought she was.
Hermione Granger sat in her parents living room, shocked and unbelieving.
“Do you know who they are than?” She asked slowly, her eyes wide and snapping between her ‘mother and father’ of nearly 17 years. “My… my birth parents?” she choked out finally, hand clutched at her throat.
Her ‘mother’ smiled sadly. Her soft blue eyes, so unlike Hermione’s, brimming with fresh tears.
“Only a name, dear.” she whispered, her hands clutched tightly in her lap, so tightly around
her blue cotton handkerchief that her knuckles were white.
Hermione dropped her eyes to the floor, willing her self to ask the question, to believe that these loving, caring people were not her beloved parents, her mommy and daddy as it were. But in reality no relation to her at all in fact. All of it had been a lie, her whole
life, believing that this was real, a façade put into place when she was just a baby. The
reality of the situation being, as her ‘parents’ were telling her, that she, Hermione Granger
was indeed adopted.
She took a deep shuddering breath, willing her self to be strong, this wasn’t so bad after
all, this she could deal with, they still loved her, didn’t they? She looked up. Her ’father’
was watching her closely, concern etched in to the deep lines on his face, always a little too
old to be a father to a girl her age, she guessed.
He was afraid for his baby, for his little girl, for his undeniable princess. He didn’t want
to do it, he hadn’t wanted to tell her, he had wanted everything to go on the way it was, to
keep pretending everything was perfect, which he had believed it had been after all, she was
always going to be his daughter, adopted or not. But a part of him had known this would
happen, would have to one day at least.
Hermione stared at him for a moment, taking a small breath, she asked the question, that
fateful question, hoping it would mean nothing to her and she could go back to living a normal
life with them, everything would be perfect again.
“And the name, their name?” Her voice was even, she had control, she would get through this.
Her mother and father exchanged a glance between two frightened sets of blue
eyes. “Le’strange. The papers all say it, but nothing at all else about them.” Her ’mother’
answered, staring in to Hermione’s huge eyes, mistaking the horrified look for disappointment
at their lack of knowledge. “Dear, that’s all we know, all we’ve ever been able to know. We
were called by the company we were going through at the time, we had been trying you see… for
years, and finally… you were almost a year old, and you were such a sad baby… so beautiful,
but sad, though you never really cried, but you never laughed either. We did everything… it
took months for you to accept our love, and to return it. And I wish, I wish that you really
were mine.” she sobbed, breaking her composure. “they didn’t deserve you!” she cried, pushing
her fists against her mouth to stop the outburst too late.
“Honey!” her ‘father’ put his arms around his wife’s shoulders comfortingly. “don’t do this
to your self!” She leaned in to him, neither noticing the look of horror on their ’daughters’
face.
“I….l-Le’strange?” she chocked out hoarsely, shaking her head.. Her mother pulled her head
back from her husbands shoulder to stare at her daughter, and to nod, her husband kissing
her on the head. “No…”softly, than “No! There must be some sort of mistake here… surely not,
oh no, Le’strange?” Her parents stared at her in shock, at the unbelievable look of pain on
her beautiful face “N-nuh-no, this can’t be real.” She sobbed out loudly, her eyes wide open,
the green flecks in the brown shining through the tears that were no longer brimming, now
running freely down her stark white face, “No, this cant be real this must be a joke, a lie…
some sort of sick cruel FUCKING JOKE!” She leaned down quickly, slamming her hands in to the
coffee table before her, separating her self from her parents, shocking them out of their
state of silent bewilderment.
Her mother screamed as the china cabinet against the wall burst open, expelling shards of
porcelain and glass across the room, her father shielding his wife from the splinters with
himself.
Hermione shot up in shock, eyes scanning the room before her staring in disbelief at the
mess that her emotional out burst had caused. She noticed a quick stab of pain across her
cheek and brought her fingers up to the sore spot, feeling the sticky wetness on her
fingertips she stared with hatred at the wall opposite knowing what it was, what it
represented. What it meant.
Screaming she balled her fists up, digging her fingernails in to her palms and started
hitting them against her thighs as she crouched down to the floor, shaking her head back and
forth bringing her chin down to her chest as she sobbed like a little girl. She sat there,
whimpering, on her knees and brought her hands up, opening her fingers to stare at the palms,
at the red crescent moons her fingernails had forced in to her skin, the deep red from her
face stark against her pallid fingertips. Breathing in she brought her fingers to her lips
closing her eyes, refreshing the tear streaks down her flushed cheeks.
“My blood.” she whimpered out, “oh god. MY BLOOD!” She screamed. “It’s disgusting! Why this?
Why now?” She asked, sobbing again, to no one in particular as she smeared her blood across
her mouth. She had been wrong; she was very much OUT of control of this situation. “This can’t
be real,” she whispered. She looked up at her terrified parents, her father now crying with
his wife as he watched his horrified daughter smear her blood over her cheek, staring at him
with bewilderment written across her face. Attempting to hold on her sanity she held out her
bloody hands and cried, “Daddy, daddy, please?”
He ran to his daughter and held her tightly, “Oh baby, I’m sorry, so sorry, princess I love
you, I don’t care, I don’t fucking care who you are, I love you.”
A small gasp of, “Mommy?” was heard from some where against Gerald Grangers chest. Jane
Granger popped up from the couch to go around the coffee table to crouch with her husband and
daughter in glass and porcelain fragmented on the floor, wrapping her arms around the two most
important people in her life. “I love you, sweetie, you’re my angel and you always will be, my
perfect little angel, Hermione, you’re my daughter.”
Hermione Granger sat with her parents, crying against her father and as she nodded her head
willing her self to believe that that was true and everything would be fine.
“I love you.” She closed her eyes and let her father hold her.
Everything was going to be just fine.
----------------------------------------- Well there it is~~~:) i hope every one ejoys this story its been the werkz for a while now, and i have quite a bit of it complete and thought out but ive never posted a stoy before, be nice but honest, pleaze! ive begun to update this stoy and i now have a beta!!!! lets hear it for faerieflightz!!!!!!!