Hi everyone, my first Dramione!

I know this is a very cliche storyline, but I just wanted to try it. Although, I promise to make it slightly different to the usual. I promise. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Hermione took one glance at the mirror and shrieked. A dishevelled girl with puffy eyes and swollen cheeks stared, with an expression of utmost horror and despair, right back at her. Today her hair certainly was at its worst. She looked, quite frankly, like an overgrown, brown hedge. Hermione leaned in closer and examined her eyes. They were swollen from crying herself to sleep last night…

Why oh why did it have to be today? Hermione let out a small wail. Why did she have to look like that on the day she was going to meet her family for the first time?

Splashing herself with cold water (she still hadn't fully woken up yet), Hermione's thoughts painfully turned back to a couple of weeks ago. She had been absolutely devastated to find that her parents, Robert and Jane Granger were not in fact, her real parents at all and had adopted her when she was barely a year old from an orphanage. The orphanage had found her on their doorstep, without any explanation as to why she was there, and had taken her in.

And it wasn't until yesterday that she discovered who her real family were. The Savinis. (The Ministry were still trying to find out why Hermione, potential heir to the enormous Savini fortune, was dumped at an orphanage at birth.) They were an old, powerful pureblood family. Which meant she was a pureblood. (Wow, that took some getting used to!) Which also meant that she was everything that she had despised in none other than Draco Malfoy, who never failed to remind everyone of his pureblood lineage and of his family's wealth. (Which was even more enormous than the Savinis). Hermione could imagine Malfoy strutting around in his manor, treating his house-elves as if they were scum on the bottom of his shoes.

Hermione finished washing her face and started brushing her teeth.

Argh. Just thinking about the little prat made her furious and want to puke at the same time. His blond hair slicked back on his big head, his annoying trademark smirk and even the way he sauntered about as if he owned the place. Although Hermione was a little gratified when she thought about how, when she returned to Hogwarts in a couple of months, Malfoy wouldn't be able to call her his favourite nickname – Mudblood Granger. But heaven knows what the stupid schmuck might replace it with. She shuddered.

Hermione rinsed and dried her hands. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she walked straight into the bathroom door, forgetting that it was closed.

BANG!

Groaning and rubbing her sore head and toe, Hermione opened the door and limped into her bedroom.

To say that she was nervous about meeting her real family would be the understatement of the century. Would they be like the Malfoys, snobbish and rude? Would they welcome her with open arms or turn her away because she had been raised by muggles? Or would they even, (Hermione thought, mortified), reject her and leave her with no family?

Hermione's stomach churned with butterflies – no wait, make that giant man-eating piranhas.

She dressed hurriedly in the clothes she had picked the night before when she learned she was going to meet the Savinis. I mean, my family she mentally corrected herself. Hermione had received a letter delivered by a handsome dark green owl (Oh no, are they Slytherins?) from her family giving her the address and saying how delighted they would be if she could come at midday and stay for dinner, for which they had invited other guests as well, to celebrate the union of their family. Her real mother, Eleanor Savini, had written it. Hermione had then said the name out loud, testing it on her mouth. It had felt strange, yet familiar at the same time. Her father's name she learned, was Dimitri Senior and also she discovered that she had siblings! For the first time in her life, she was not an only child. (Well, technically, she had never been an only child but Hermione dismissed the thought) She had two, Helena who was three years older than her and nearing twenty-one and Dimitri Junior who had just turned eight years old.

They had arranged to meet at Savini Manor at midday… Hermione checked her watch. It was now eleven-forty. Drat! She had overslept.

Hermione almost tripped headlong down the stairs in her rush. Her parents – I mean my foster parents – were nowhere to be seen...

Wolfing down her breakfast, which consisted of toast and a glass of milk, Hermione grabbed her bag, took one last look at her reflection, checked the time which was now eleven fifty-five and apparated to Savini Manor.

So, what do you think?

Just to add, to keep you on your toes, a bombshell will be dropped in the next chapter.

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