ITS ANOTHER ONE FROM ME! DON'T WORRY SHE'S THE ONE IS A WORK IN PROGRESS BUT THIS IS ANOTHER ONE I WANT TO TRY. I HAVEN'T GONE FOR DRACO/HERMIONE BEFORE, SO BARE WITH ME!
HARRY POTTER CHANGES! Hermione was not a member of the Golden Trio. She was not a member of the Order of The Phoenix. She is an independent assassin who works against the Dark Side. Oh and Voldemort won. Original or what?
DISCLAIMER: SOB I DON'T OWN OKAY! SOB
WARNINGS: LANGUAGE
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CHAPTER ONE
Hermione Granger looked out of her bedroom window on the third floor of an obscure apartment block in the middle of London. It was the 5th September 2008, and Miss Granger was 32. But there were no parents waiting in her childhood home, with cake and candles, presents and well wishes. No. All there was washing up, dinner to make and an apartment to clean. She glanced at the clock on the wall. 3:45pm.
"Where are they?" She muttered. She wrung her hands anxiously, hating the feeling of inevitable fear that followed the worry.
As if on que two pairs of feet pounded up the flight of stairs. A second later the front door burst open, and two voices filled the rooms.
"Mum we're home!"
"No shit shorty!"
Hermione swooped down on her son. "Nico Drake Granger don't let me ever hear that dirty language from your mouth again do you hear!" Her son had the decency to look abashed. At 15 he was the image of his father. White blond hair hung shaggily down just past his ears. Grey eyes and strong aristocratic features meant he was already a looker. Add on the fact that he was one inch shy of his 6'0 mother and he was a regular heartbreaker. Hermione's heart filled with pride as she looked at him. Her first baby. Her first responsibility. Her eyes then scanned her daughter. Younger, more impulsive. Like her. Strawberry Blonde was her hair, with the same grey eyes and the features of their father.
She ushered them to the table, laying out plates in front of them.
"Did you have a good day?" She smiled at her daughter, who was still talking non stop. Hermione wasn't really paying attention. Her mind was on other matters, like paying the bills and how she was going to do so, when something caught her attention.
"What was that darling?"
Adele Maria Granger grinned at her mother. "Well I was just saying mum that Lord Malfoy watched me duel today and he said I had real potential to become a professional!"
Hermione froze. The fork clattered to her plate. Her daughter's voice faded out. Images of a grey eyed, blond, handsome man flashed in front of her eyes. Times long past. She was distinctly aware of Nico talking. She swallowed.
"What Malfoy was it sweetheart?"
"Oh it was Lord Draco Malfoy mum."
Hermione's heart stopped.
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Lord Draco Malfoy, elite member of Lord Voldemort's Inner Circle, and heir to one of the vastest pure-blooded fortunes in the world, sat opposite his father, brooding over a glass of fire whiskey. The illustrious Lucius Malfoy sat and observed his wayward son.
"Somehow I don't think glaring at the fire whiskey is going to whisk your problem away."
Draco glanced at his father. The man he had idolised, had strived to make proud. Well he had succeeded on that account when he became a Death Eater. His mind drifted back to earlier in the day.
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"Stop what you're doing students, we have an important visitor with us today, Lord Draco Malfoy."
Several bored looking expressions turned to face him, and the students lowered their training wands. Years of experience found him scanning every child's face, looking for traitors, for enemy. His eyes alighted on one student. Her face was hard, showing no expression. Grey eyes! She had grey eyes! Strawberry blonde hair, just darker than his own. She looked like him! He was aware of Mrs Kuoco leading him round, telling of him of the students attributes until they came to the girl.
"And this is one of our most prominent students, Adele Granger. She is by far one of the best we have ever seen."
"Really?" He found himself replying "Then perhaps Miss Granger would demonstrate her extraordinary talent?"
Mrs Kuoco motioned for another student, a boy to pair up with Adele. They bowed formally, before taking 3 steps away from each other. The boy made to cast his spell, but quick as a flash Adele had disarmed. Her aim was true, and her manner strong and obsolete. There was a polite applause from himself and the class.
"Congratulations Miss Granger I see you have to potential to become a professional duellist one day."
Adele nodded "Thank you my Lord, but my ambition is to become a dancer like my mother." (A.N. Hermione is an assassin, but she needs a cover, that and she hasn't killed someone for some time and needs to earn money some way)
Mrs Kuoco pursed her lips. "Yes well Miss Granger we have yet to see if you have any talent in that skill whatsoever, so kindly receive any praise given to you with the grace befitting a student of St Harrows."
Instead of looking properly abashed, Adele raised her head, and looked Mrs Kuoco in the eye until the teacher looked away.
"Whatever you say, Miss."
He was then ushered to Mrs Kuoco's office, plied with tea and confronted with a barrage off numbers and statistics that he had no interest in. His mind drifted back to Adele Granger.
"Tell me about Adele Granger."
Mrs Kuoco looked shocked to be cut off so quickly, but there was an important man that she needed to impress in front of her, so she consented to his request.
"Well, she has an older brother, who isn't at this school, I believe the records state he gained a scholarship to one of the boys academies. Their mother, is as you have already heard a dancer at no doubt a seedy establishment somewhere. Which would explain why there is no mention of a father."
She was now flicking through a file, loose bits of paper came flying out in every direction. One of them was a school photograph. He secretly pocketed it when his escort wasn't looking.
"Do you have an address for Miss Granger."
If she was surprised by this request, Mrs Kuoco did not show it. Instead she wordlessly copied the address from the file onto a scrap of paper and handed it to him.
"Will that be all My Lord?"
She seemed annoyed and put out, and suddenly Draco had no time for her anymore. He stood up swiftly and walked out.
He had things to do.
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Draco looked at his father. He took the photograph out of his pocket and handed it to him. Lucius looked at it, a frown creasing his forehead as he did so.
"Who is this Draco?"
Draco finished his fire whiskey and looked his father in the eye.
Lucius was perplexed. The girl in the picture looked like a Malfoy, but she couldn't be. The only Malfoy female in existence was his wife Narcissa. Draco just looked at his father, and recounted what he had been told by Mrs Kuoco.
Lucius's frown deepened.
"You should pay Adele Granger's mother a visit, and persuade her to give up a few truths." Another thought came to him. "What if the mother is a mud blood?"
Draco frowned. "If she is a mud blood, and the girl is my daughter, then she cannot raise her. No Malfoy will be raised by such creatures!" He finished vehemently.
His father just smirked the infamous Malfoy smirk.
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AND THAT'S CHAPTER 1! 2 SHOULD BE UP SOON.