Malfoy has had a secret for year. He's a veela. And now that he's of age he's come into his 'powers'. Malfoy intends to have a fun year, playing with the minds of the girls in school-until he bites off more he can chew. Hermione Granger is strangely not seducible, and she has a secret too.

A/N. I wanted to try this to see how it goes! Please review and support me or I will probably give this project up!! Luv yas

End of Summer, Beginning of Secrets

Hermione Granger was getting dressed. The summer was nearly over and soon 7th year, her last year at Hogwarts would begin. She fingered the brown curl straying past her shoulder and sighed. Something had felt wrong all Summer and it was driving her mad. It was strange. She felt…contained somehow. She was now officially 17 and an adult, but it didn't feel right. Her magic felt inadequate for the first time. Her appearance was starting not 'fit'. She was short, had brown curly hair, brown eyes, but the reflection she had looked at everyday for years seemed to have something missing. She twisted the obstinate curl around her finger and attempted to pin it up with the rest. Hairpins, hairpins… she hummed to herself searching the room. Brushes, combs, bobbles and pens (just encase you forgot it was Hermione ) ) cluttered the vanity. No hairpins left. Blast. The curl had won. This isn't the end buster! She thought teasingly as she headed downstairs.

"Scrambled egg and toast and a glass of freely squeezed orange juice…oh, and some of your finest homemade yoghurt." Hermione joked her mum in the kitchen.

"Fine, your majesty, you'll just have to wait a while…until the next life." Mrs Granger smiled.

"So how are things with you this beautiful morning?" Hermione mocked cheerfully.

"Just getting by, honey, just getting by."

"Just?"

Their teasing was interrupted by an owl pecking on the window. Hermione let him in and read the letter.

"We're having visitors later, Dumbledore and some other family apparently. That's strange. I wonder what Harry has done now." Hermione mused. "And what it has to do with me." She never noticed her mum go pale.

"I better get organised upstairs anyway. I still have an essay to finish." Hermione disappeared up the stairs.

"Hermione!" Her mum weakly called after her but Hermione didn't hear. Her mum clutched her face in her hands. "It's time." She murmured to herself.

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Mr Granger arrived home.

"Dad!" Hermione shouted. "I thought you were at work! Why are you home?"

"Oh, your mum called me about something. You go back to work, sweetie, I'll go see what she's looking. Talk to you later." He hugged her and pushed her gently towards the stairs.

"John!" Hermione's mum said breathlessly from the kitchen.

"What's wrong, Mary Jane?"

"We have to tell her. They're coming at noon."

"We have an hour, then."

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"HERMIONE! Can you come down here a second?"

"Sure, coming!!" Hermione yelled.

A second later she appeared at the living room door.

"Sit down, pet. Your mum and I have to tell you something."

Hermione sat down.

"Hey, you don't have to act so serious. Who died?"

"Honey, you know we love you completely. The way you are. Our only daughter. And we couldn't be prouder of her or happier with her."

"Yes? Dad?"

"You're not our daughter." Mary Jane whispered.

There was silence.

"Excuse me?"

A/NApologies for all the boring bits in this chapter…it will get better…I hope!! Lol. The most of it though I felt was necessary.

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