Real Parent Problems

Disclaimer - I do not own harry potter but I do own the story line, so hands off buddy!

Chapter One:

It was the start of the summer holidays and Hogwarts golden girl Hermione Jane Granger jumped off the Hogwarts express and ran towards her waiting parents.

"Hi Mum! Hi Dad!" she cried hugging each of her parents in turn.

"Hello sweetheart." Her dad, Simon said whilst smiling at his daughter. "Come on, let's go home. The dog's been going mental without you around."

Taking her trunk, they walked to the car. After driving out of London, to the Granger's home, a two story, red-brick house in the suburbs, Hermione ran into the yard and started to play with her golden retriever, Fabian.

"Honey!" Helen Granger called out. "Come inside and unpack your things please dear!"

"Okay mum!" she called back, leaving a barking dog outside, she ran indoors and up to her room to do as her mother asked.

When she was nearly done, Hermione heard a voice that nearly always sent chills up her spine. Not Oh-my-god-I'm-so-frightened chills, more like oh-my-god-not-you-again chills that normally accompany a groan.

"Well, well, well. Who thought you, of all people, would have a room with very few books in it."

Hermione turned around to see Draco Malfoy, the 'sex god' of Slytherin house, standing in her doorway. Most girls would be in love the fact that he was standing in their doorway in a reasonably well fitted long sleeve shirt that showed his well toned body but Hermione couldn't wait to get him away from here.

"Well Malfoy, that's because we have a small library down stairs."

"Ah, why doesn't that surprise me?" he muttered as he gave her his trademark smirk.

"Why the hell are you here Malfoy?" Hermione demanded, completely sick to death of the idea that he was in her home.

"Why Granger, I thought you'd never ask." His smirk turned into a smile as he walked over, pulled her chair away from her desk and sat on it. "Mother and Father are down stairs and Helen and Simon asked me to come and get you."

"And how did you get past Fabian?"

"That mongrel of a dog? Why can't you have a fireplace like a normal person? And what the hell kind of a name is Fabian?"

"I like that name and I got it from a comedy concert I went to last year, okay? And we don't have a fireplace because we didn't want one." She argued before adding in a mutter "at least Fabian has better manners than you."

"What?" Draco asked, not quite catching what she had said.

"Nothing. Shall be go?"

"Very well. After you." Getting up and gesturing towards the door, Hermione started to walk out as Draco followed. Going down the hall way towards the stairs Draco couldn't help but notice that Hermione had really changed from when they had initially met in first year. Back then she had been an awkward know-it-all-beaver, now she was different. She was still a know-it-all, but her teeth had been fixed so she was no longer a beaver and as for awkward, well she was definitely more confident. Wearing hipster jeans and a spaghetti strapped half-belly bearing shirt, she showed her curves perfectly and Draco couldn't help but stare. It was almost entrancing. Unfortunately for him, Hermione noticed he was staring at her and had to say something.

"You right there, Malfoy?"

Waking up from his day dream that seemed to involved him on a beach with Granger in a bikini. EWWWW! Impure thoughts! He scolded himself, how could he think anything like that about her!

"I'm just fine Granger."

"What ever. I don't care if you look, but just don't touch."

Draco leaned in towards her ear and whispered in a voice that would make anyone weak at the knees, "Who would want to touch that Granger?"

Taking the opportunity of him being so close, Hermione elbowed him really hard in the stomach before continuing her walk.

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Arriving in the living room, Hermione found Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy sitting across from her mum and dad on separate couches. Her proper upbringing (and parent's presence) immediately overtook her utter loathing for the Malfoy's.

"Mr Malfoy. Mrs Malfoy. What a pleasant surprise."

"Indeed, it is a surprise. This is not what I pictured I would be doing today, that is for sure." Lucius said to no one in particular.

Despite her anger over his rude comment, Hermione kept her composure.

"What is the purpose of your visit, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Honey," Helen started. "You know how we never kept your adoption a secret from you right?"

Hermione nodded. Then Simon took over.

"Well, sweetheart. We have recently found out that one of your birth parents is still alive."

"WHAT!" she screamed.

"That is why we are here. You are staying with us until you're ready to meet your only living parent." Draco said leaning on the back of a chair.

"No! No! No! No! No! No! NO!" she said. "I'm not going anywhere. Especially with him!" she shouted pointing at Draco.

"Well I'm afraid you don't have a choice." Lucius said standing up. "We are leaving now."

"Thank-you for the hospitality." Narcissa said to Simon and Helen.

"Anytime Narcissa. And please, do come again."

"Of course, but next time it will have to be at my home."

"HEY!" Hermione shouted whilst standing up, causing everyone to turn and look at her. "I accept the fact that I have to stay with the prat and his parents until I can meet my mum or dad which ever it will be, but can't I leave tomorrow? I have to pack yet, and what about Fabian? I can't just up and leave!"

"On the contrary, you can and will." Lucius said. "It has been demanded that you leave everything here. You will be getting new clothes when you arrive at the manor and the dog must stay until a decision has been reached about it."

"Okay… but can I at least know the name of my biological parent?"

Sighs were exchanged all around.

"Sweetie, maybe you should sit down. I don't think you're going to like what you are about to hear."

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"Hermione, we're here." Draco said quietly as he awoke her from her day dream. It had been two month since she went to live with the Malfoy's, and in that time she had changed. Hermione had severed all ties she had to the world outside the manor. Any letter's she received from her friends, she read and threw away. Sometimes she didn't even read them.

The only people she ever spoke to were Lucius, Narcissa and of course, Draco. Finding out the identity of her only living parent had taken its toll. Her slightly fuzzy brown hair was now black and perfectly straight. She adapted the heavy eye-liner look and her eyes, previously filled with laughter and a thirst for knowledge were now distant and indifferent. Hermione also now dressed like a stylish pure-blood teenage witch but still only in blacks and midnight colours with the occasional bit of red, purple or green. It was quite a transformation.

Arriving for her 7th and final year at Hogwarts, the immediately walked up and into one of the carriages that would take them to the school.

Hermione shared a carriage with Draco (obviously) and Blaise Zabini. He was unaware as to why there was a strange girl with them so he presumed she was just Draco's latest girlfriend, so didn't say anything.

A small piece of parchment flew in through the open carriage window and landed on Hermione's lap. Picking it up and reading it, she silently handed it over to Draco who read it allowed for the benefit Blaise.

"Ms. ? I ask for you to meet me at the front of the Great Hall as soon as you arrive. You need to be resorted due to the turn of events that had taken place over the holiday period. We also need to discuss what you are to be called from know on.

Thank-you.

Professor McGonagall. I wouldn't have thought they would want to resort you for your last year." He said, handing the paper back to Hermione.

"Maybe it's for the best…" she said quietly as she watched the scenery go by.