The Real Story

The Real Story

Loveydoveywriter93

Disclaimer- I don't own anything about Harry Potter

Hello, my name is Hermione Granger. I'm here to tell you, the story you've heard about me is wrong…well, only the part about my hatred of Draco Malfoy. I am still an extremely smart student of Gryffindor at the school of Hogwarts. I also really am friends with Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, but I have been in love with Draco Malfoy for awhile now. It's been told I hate him, that is a lie, I've been engaged to him since I was 11. I may not have been obsessed with him then but now, right after Hogwarts I am. Also, I'm not Muggleborn; I'm Hermione Zabini, a Pureblood. It was essential that I was concealed so that the Malfoy line wouldn't be in danger. Let me show you what was really going on.

During the first year of Hogwarts, I was terrified of being sorted into Huffelpuff, the only time I had ever met Draco he had told me that if I was in Huffelpuff, he would never marry me. I didn't really care if he married me or not but I thought still, if Draco won't marry me for being in that house-it must be horrible. Thank god, when I put the Sorting Hat on, it talked to me for a second

"I suppose you are very smart to be in Ravenclaw but your bravery surpasses even that, GRYFFINDOR!" I think he must have been a little annoyed that I wasn't in Slytherin, but he couldn't do much about that. My brother was in Slytherin, Blaise Zabini, but it really wouldn't have done any help if I was in Slytherin. Blaise couldn't have said I was his sister and Malfoy couldn't have said I was his fiancé. Being stuck in Gryffindor wasn't so bad; I knew Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. I was considered a snobby bookworm and I had no one to turn to. That made me braver, I suppose, I wondered many times how the Sorting Hat had thought I was brave. Even before I befriended Harry and Ron, I had a discussion with Malfoy and Blaise after learning Windgardium Leviosa.

"Hermione, wait!" my shoulder was grasped by a familiar weight,

"What, Blaise!" I turned but before I could say anything, I was pulled into an empty classroom, "Hermione" his face softened and he grabbed me, squeezing me tightly, "How have you been, I've missed you so much"

"Fine, Blaise, fine" I muttered, trying to turn away from his probing stare, but he pulled me closer and stared into my eyes,

"You have not been fine, Hermione, I know you. You're my sister for God's sake!" I turned away mutinously,

"I'm not telling you anything, I don't owe you anything" my voice probably sounded petulant but I didn't care. But then he came out of the shadows, I stiffened,

"Hello Zabini" his voice sounded through my brain,

"Malfoy" I said contemptuously

"Now, Hermione is that any way to talk to family" he said sarcastically, opening his arms in a fake hug,

"Whatever" I said and turned to leave,

"No Mudblood" he said in anger and turned me around to meet his eyes. My brother had watched this exchange unemotionally but as Malfoy hurt me, he moved forward,

"Be careful with my sister, Malfoy" but Malfoy barely gave him a glance, his only eyes were for me, my eyes of brown friendliness.

"You may be in Gryffindor, and I know you are not a Mudblood but you have to stop acting as such. Be ignorant but don't be snobby. You will be my wife one day and I won't have you disgracing my family" he let me go suddenly and tripped me easily. I fell to the ground with ease and tears stung my eyes. That was why I was crying after that class, not because Ronald insulted me but because Draco had tripped me and knocked me over. Again in the first year of my schooling, Malfoy and I had another encounter. A short one but still, it was an encounter. During one of Harry's Quidditch matches, Ron and I were making sure Snape didn't hurt Harry during the match. Unfortunately, Malfoy sat behind us (probably to annoy me) and started to badger Ron about money issues. I didn't catch all they were saying because I was so focused on Harry but as I turned, both of Ron and Neville were fighting Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. Stupid boys. Another time Malfoy stumbled upon Harry, Ron and I discussing Norbert. I was extremely nervous so I contacted Malfoy and we had a little chat

"What is it you want, Granger?" he spat as we confronted in the hallway

"I know you heard exactly what Ron, Harry and I were talking about in the hallway, can you please not act on it" my face was pleading and my hands clasped,

"I'll need something in return" he said

"What? I'll do almost anything"

"Do not be friend's with Harry Potter" his request seemed simple but I knew an underlying current was there. He didn't want me to be with his enemy.

"No" I said defiantly, and his eyes gleamed

"Fine, Granger, just remember that whatever punishment you get, it's your own fault" I walked away, ending another talk with my beloved husband. Yet again, I was fated to meet my husband in detention. After he cheated me out, we all had detention. Our detention took place in the Dark Forest with Hagrid so it wasn't really detention. Thankfully, Hagrid knew I hated Malfoy so he paired me with Harry at first but then he had Neville go with me so I was safe from my conniving fiancé. You know how the end of the year turned out, Gryffindor won the House Cup and Quidditch Cup, Harry, Ron and I stopped Voldemort from getting his body back. That is all true, no more encounters on the way home. However, all that summer Malfoy kept contacting me by owl, my parents Mrs. And Mr. Granger were okay with that except for the fact they were so nervous around me. They think that I don't know I'm a Zabini, how utterly stupid. I've looked through the files and such and contacted my family before. I've spent time with Blaise outside of school because I asked, I knew about sorcery before I came to school by Blaise. I've met my real parents. But that summer, I officially met them for the first time and my parents had to admit I had been adopted and if I wanted to live with my true family. I accepted and so then I was living with my real family. It was nice. I've gotten to spend so much time with Blaise and his mother. My mother, I suppose, as well. It wasn't announced to anyone.