(A/N) : hey there! So, after long years of reading and admiring fanfiction stories, I have finally got the guts to make my own account and now, after much thought about it, I have decided to try and write my own story. I know it's not gonna be that good, considering this is the first time I ever write a story, and also, English is my second language, so...yeah, you got the picture. This story will definitely be AU and no, it is not a DRAMIONE, although I'm a big fan of that ship. But for now, I don't think I'm capable enough to write about the fabulous couple. So, without further ado, I present to you my first ever fanfiction (cross fingers)

oh, and JK owns everything, except Adrian Wright. He's mine to keep.

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It was almost midnight, and I found myself hardly falling asleep. I rolled, shifted, and squirmed all over the bed, but I still could not force these two stubborn eyes of mine to close and rest. I stared at the ceiling and sighed. Something was not right, and I could easily sense it. I could feel it in my bones that something bad had or might occur. I shook my head, trying to get all those silly thoughts out of my mind, but unfortunately, they were like glued to my head, and refused to leave me in peace.

I rolled again, trying to make myself comfortable.

I turned my head to look outside the window.

The outside atmosphere was dark, cold and crisp. Light downpour started to wash the ground and thunder began to make its powerful entrance with a loud 'BOOM'.

I gripped the sheets and covered my fragile body with blankets. I buried my head under the pillow and shut both my chestnut eyes.

'please go to sleep' I begged to myself, as the second jolt of lightning roared through the sky and I startled.

Ever since I could remember, I have always been afraid of the thunder and lightning. The sound of it could easily make me feel like exploding. I glanced outside the window once more, and another lightning greeted me with its mighty light.

My body froze.

Who would've thought that the strong, insufferable know-it-all Hermione Granger, one of the three of the golden trio is afraid of thunder? During my days at Hogwarts, Ron and Harry were always there to comfort me during the heavy downpour. When the orchestra of thunder and lightning started to make its grand entrance, both of them will stay with me all night long if they have too. Both Harry and Ron had come to know me so well, and they just knew what I hated and feared the most. If they're not around, well, there's always Ginny and Luna.

Brave Ginny, and one in a million Luna.

Oh, how I missed them all.

Here at home though, no one is ever willing to comfort me, with the exception of Mike, my big brother.

Michael Granger's always and will forever be my father's favourite. He's the eldest, and the sole heir to the Granger's fortune. Why did I say sole heir when he got a daughter to share it with, you may ask? Well, truth be said, my father never, not even once acknowledged me as his own child. He never approved of me. I think it had something to do with my mother's death while giving birth to me. Maybe he thinks I am the cause of his wife's death. My father had always loved my mother with all his heart, and to lose her just like that...

He would never accept me. It's all my fault. mother died because of me.

He despised me even more when he learnt about my magical abilities. He said I was a freak, and no freak was a part of him. With that, he gladly sent me off to Hogwarts. He found it to be the best possible way for him to hide my true identity as a Granger and hide me from his business world for another 7 good years. I was not even once been introduced to anyone using my last name. I don't think anyone in the muggle world knows about the existence of Hermione Jane Granger, the youngest child of the world renowned entrepreneur and businessman, Harold Granger.

For my entire life, I was being locked up inside this old mansion of ours. I will eat when I was called to eat; I will go out to the backyard when my father allows me to, I will talk when I was told to talk, and I will be locked up inside my room whenever my father hosted a party, and could only come out when the party was over so that I could get something to eat.

Despite all this though, I still feel that I have a reason to live because Mike was always there for me. My brother was never cold like my father. He was loving and gentle. He loved me so much, and I love him just as much. At home, Mike was the only person that I could talk to. Whenever my father scolded or insulted me, my brother was always there to help sort things out with my father. My brother always loved the thought that he has a powerful witch as a sister. He always asked me about Hogwarts, and he knows almost everything about the war, Voldermort, Harry, and Ron. He was always there for me during my difficult times. The wizarding world might have Harry Potter as their hero, but for me, Mike is my everything.

No one in the wizarding world knows about the real story of their beloved princess of light either, besides Ron and Harry. I had used my last name in that world, of course, for whom could have lied to a wizard like Dumbledore?

When I was eleven, right before I leave the mansion to go to the train station, my father warned me that if I should tell any living person about my relationship with him, he will gladly kick me out of the house. Harold Granger didn't send me off to Hogwarts that day. I went with my loyal maid, Elise. My father refused to let my brother come with us. Michael was angry of course, but he was only 13 then. He couldn't say no. As a goodbye wish, my loving father said he hated me for my every being, and hoped I would never come back home.

I came back every year, and never missed Christmas, much to my father dismay...

I tried to win my father's attention with my grades and my studious nature, but the man won't even look at me no matter what I did or achieved.

I told everyone that my parent were dentists. My father asked me to make up lies about my true family, and I obliged.

Everyone bought the story of course, and it wasn't until sixth year that I finally spilled out the truth to Harry and Ron. They were shocked to the core, and I remembered crying in their shoulders till morning. I made them swore to keep it a secret, and they both agreed.

That was also the first time that I ever mentioned Mike to them. Both Harry and Ron were glad to know that there's still a person who loves and cares for me back at home.

He's not here right now though. Michael went out with my father to discuss about business last Wednesday. That's why I am all alone in the room without a brother by my side right now. He was supposed to come home today, and he was never this late.

I could never imagine life without my brother. If something bad happens to him, I am positive that I will go mad.

I gripped the sheets even tighter when another wave of thunder harassed my eardrum. I felt sick to the stomach when it started to rain cats and dogs and the thunder seemed to get even louder and louder. I was on the verge of bursting into tears when I heard a knock on my bedroom's door.

It sounded hurried and urgent. Maybe its Mike, coming to the rescue, I thought happily.

Oh, I was dead wrong.

"miss Hermione, are you awake? Miss?"

I recognized the voice almost immediately. It was Elise, one of our maids.

"yes, Elise, you may come in."

With that, she opened the door hard, and rushed towards me, panting and sweating. Even through the darkness, I could easily noticed that her face had turned white pale.

"elise, what the hell happened to you?" I asked.

She was hesitant at first, but finally, she was able to let a few word out.

"ma...ma..master Mike, miss.." she stammered, holding back tears.

Hearing that, my heart stopped.

"miss, listen to me, you must go to the hospital now!" she said.

"what? why? What happened to Mike? Elise, I can't go, you know full well that sir is going to kill me if I go." I said with fear. Tears started to roll down my rosy cheeks.

Without warning, Elise grabbed my hand and yanked me out of the bed. She stared at me and cried.

"miss, you must. Master Mike just got into an accident; he's in a critical condition. He wanted to see you. Your father asked you to come!" she said between sob.

I was dumbfounded. At that moment, my whole world stopped. The sound of thunder didn't even make me flinch anymore. The wizarding war had been over for almost 5 years now, but I've never been more scared in my life like I did at that particular moment when I heard what had happened to Mike. At that moment, I knew I was dead inside...

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Adrian P.O.V

Fuck, it's Sunday!

I hate Sundays. I've always hated it since I started school I guess. Sunday just makes me sick to the core, and it makes me hate Monday even more, in fact, Monday is the real reason to why I hated Sunday so much!

Why must I live to live this kind of life?

God, kill me now. I beg of you!

The life of Adrian Wright was never interesting to begin with, so why not just end it right here and now?

Still lying on the couch, I stared at the ceiling of my apartment as if it was the most beautiful thing I have ever encountered in my life. I let my thought drifted away, as my eyes started to close yet again. I sighed to myself.

I was never ever going to be able to find that 'HOT STORY OF THE YEAR' for the article of the Buzz magazine this year either. Another disappointment is on the way, and I just knew it. A month or two, I am sure to get my arse kick off from the office for not doing any job right.

How in the seventh hell did the Dragon Lady, Ramona Levi expected me to find a thunder breaking, jaw dropping, head turning, eyes popping , body shocking cover story in a week? A WEEK? And guess what? It's already SUNDAY; meaning tomorrow is the end of a week for me.

Oh just fuck it!

I just don't care anymore. Ramona Levi can throw all her fit at me, and I just won't care anymore. Who's she anyway. She's just an old hag desperate to look young, with fake boobs and thick make ups. God I hate her! Stupid Dragon lady!

I hated this life, I hated it!

I was about to fall asleep when suddenly, my stupid, obnoxious housemate, Zac came bursting through the door and made me fell out from the couch.

"holy shit! Couldn't you knock, you dimwited!" I bellowed, rubbing my butt.

"sorry mate, but I have something to tell you! Something that could save your freaking life!" he said ecstatically.

I just rolled my eyes, trying to ignore him.

"as interesting as it may seem, I am trying to get some sleep here, so you mind?" I said, as I started to climb back onto the couch.

Zac ignored me completely and handed me a photograph.

"dragon lady wanted a hot breaking new story, huh? Well, we'll give it to her then!"

Lazily, I took it from him and stared at the picture in front of me. I raised my eyebrow. It was a picture of a man, and a woman, and the background looked like they were in a clinic? Or even in a hospital. Saw some nurses in the background too. So that solidified the fact that they were in fact, in a hospital.

I recognised the mid-fifty man almost immediately. But of course, who wouldn't know him? The infamous sir Harold Granger, world renowned businessman. He was the British version of Donald Trump. Everyone knows him, so what's the point of showing this to him? Stupid Zac! I handed the photo back at him.

"tell me you love me!" he said.

Upon hearing that, my jaw literally dropped.

" you are one crazy dude, you know that? How could that thing save my life you prick! That's Harold Granger! Everyone in the whole universe knows him! Everyone knows about his life! What more could there be for a cover up story of the year?" I reasoned, but Zac seemed like he was not even listening to me. He took the picture out of my hand, and put it on the table in front of us.

"mate, that is where you are wrong!" he said. "That guy has many secrets man! One of them is the girl next to him there, in the picture. Yeah, you see the pretty girl with the brunette hair?" he said again, pointing at the girl in the photo, and I just nodded.

"so? What about her?" I asked, losing my interest.

"guess who she is" he teased.

Too tired to talk, or even to guess, I just shrugged my shoulder and turned away.

"Adrian, please, listens to me; just take a look at her once more. Look at her face, and look closely."

"oh, just tell me you dick!"

"just look! I promise it won't disappoint!"

"GOD! I hate you!"

"I will change that in a minute"

With that, I snatched the picture and stared at it. I examined the girl in the picture.

She's pretty. I thought to myself.

But still, I couldn't help to notice that she looked sad and pitiful. Well, of course, they're in the hospital. Everyone will have the same expression when they're in the hospital. She was standing right next to Harold Granger, and I absorbed every little details that was laid out in front of me. I gasped when I finally noticed that they looked...she looked..

like she was his...

I blinked. One time, two times, three times.

Almost immediately, I looked up to see Zac, on the couch in front of me, both hand at the back of his head, and a big, ugly smirk plastered on his not-so-handsome face. I just felt like slapping that godforsaken smirk out of his face at that moment.

"okay, I noticed some interesting resemblance between she and Harold Granger. When was this taken?" I asked.

"Two days ago, the day Michael Granger died. You heard about it didn't you?"

I simply nodded. The background of the picture made perfect sense now.

"when you have a devoted paparazzi as a housemate, you will know about everything." I said to him, and Zac just chuckled.

"so," I continued. "who is she?"

He grinned before saying,

"prepare for the ultimate surprise of your life!" he shouted.

"that, my friend, is Hermione Jane Granger, that old bloke's secret daughter! Harold Granger has a daughter, not only a son, but a daughter as well."

Upon hearing that, I turned to face him, bewildered.

"you serious?"

"positive. I guess you will have me to thank when the dragon lady kissed you with eternal passion for giving her the biggest cover up story to date"

I just sat there in awe. That bloke might just save my life this time.

(A/N): yeah, so there you go! I know it is far from good, and I know, there must be grammar mistakes all over the place. English is my second language, so perfection is certainly not in my book whatsoever. So, if you feel like it deserves your review, than please do so, but if you don't, then it's okay. Just wanted to try my luck with this.