Full Summary: Hermione is not just a muggleborn. She inherits her real magical blood lines gifts when she turns 10. Frustrated and feeling alone with no one to help her, Voldemort comes and assures her he can help her with her new powers and help her control them. Feeling vulnerable she goes with him and trusts his judgment. At Malfoy manner, can Draco really teach Hermione how to control her unruly power, by just the simplest act of love?
AN: This is my first story I have written, so please do not burn me that bad….
It was Hermione's 10th birthday, and she was having the time of her life. Her parents had setup in the family living room, with light blue and light green streamers hanging from the ceiling. On the coffee table, was her birthday cake all lit with exactly 10 candles. Jean Granger, Hermione's mom, was on the left side of Hermione waving to Stephen Granger who was taking pictures of them from across the table.
"Mum can I blow out the candles now? I want to make my wish….please?" whined Hermione. Stephen just rolled his eyes at his impatient daughter as Jean chuckled slightly.
"Yes dear go ahead, but remember to think very hard on your wish and maybe it will come true" she said. Hermione grasped her hands on the edges of the coffee table and closed her eyes. She thought long and hard what she wanted. As Mr. Granger was snapping his last photo of his dear daughters special day, he heard a whizzing noise becoming louder and louder. Mrs. Granger began to hear it as well. All of a sudden a pink bike came crashing through the window, shattering the glass all over the floor. Mr. Granger put up his hands in defense to block out the glass flying through the air and ducked behind the sofa. While Mrs. Granger grabbed Hermione and whirled her under the coffee table for protection. As soon as it settled, they came out of their hiding spots to assess the damage. Seeing their window completely damaged and a bike in the middle of the room everything was alright except for Hermione, who started to cry hysterically. Mrs. Granger tried to calm down her frightened daughter.
"Shhh Hermione everything is going to be ok" she said smoothly. Hermione just shook her head in denial.
"No mum I did it, I wished so hard I could have a bike like the neighbors, but I didn't mean literally I promise!" she said bursting into tears once more. Mr. & Mrs. Granger looked at each other and then back at her.
"What do you mean sweetie?" she asked her daughter calmly while patting her head. Hermione Granger wiped the tears from her face with the sleeve of her sweater and gave her mom a very serious look.
"Mom I think I'm different…"
How right Hermione was that she was different. The following year before her 11th birthday, she received a letter from Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry, to say her congratulations on acceptance to the school. She knew she was different this whole time and this explained it. It explained the part of her she thought was missing and maybe where she was going she could finally belong. She bought all the necessary reading material for her class level and was half way finish reading them. She was so fascinated about a world she never knew. Maybe she could finally meet kids who also had telekinesis like herself. It wasn't until the day before she was to leave to Hogwarts that her parents told her a very important fact about her life.
"Hermione dear can you come downstairs please" her mother asked tenderly. Hermione put down the current book she was reading Hogwarts, A History and came down the stairs to sit in the living room across the couch from her parents. When she looked up at them they had worried looks on their faces.
"What's wrong mum? Dad? Do you look so sad because I'm leaving tomorrow? I promise I write everyday or whenever I'm not studying" Hermione said. Jean Granger let a deep sigh.
"Hermione there is no easy way of telling you this, so we're just going to say it. Hermione you are adopted, we adopted you when you were just a baby, not even a year old yet. We cannot have kids you see but we really wanted a little girl of our own and when the adoptive agency called and said you just arrived, we knew we had to have you to raise as our own. But ever since this new discovery of you being a witch and your other powers as well. We felt in necessary to tell you. Maybe your biological parents are just like you." She said with tears streaming down her face. Stephen just embraced Jean; he knew how hard this was for her.
"Just like me…."Hermione thought.
"Oh mom, dad, you don't have to worry I still love you and I will be your little girl, no matter what" Hermione said running over towards her parents and giving them a hug. She made an internal vow at that moment that she would try to find her real parents and ask them about her special gift.
Years went by and they were finally in their 7th year of Hogwarts. Hermione never told anyone of her special gift, including Harry and Ron. She was devastated when she came to Hogwarts not to fine anyone like her and who shared her special gift. She felt alone again. But she still had Harry and Ron to keep her company through all their heroic adventures with Voldemort. Her powers had grown with her over time. She practiced them occasionally in the comfort of her own quarters. But never in front of anyone else until one day…….
AN: A slow start, but tell me what you think....