A/N Here you are. I know that you're probably angry at me for just doing a small over view of their Hogwarts years that you already know of and BTW I did change the sixth year because I had already started writing this fic when the sixth book came out so there!
Day after day was spent near the mail slot and the window. James was distraught. He watched the little girl across the street play with her parents and be adored but never got close enough to where he could see what she actually looked like. He held Harry and gently rocked him while trying to ease the pain in his heart of the loss of his daughter. Lily was busily making bottles galore and nursing while both Draco and Harry continued to grow quickly. Cissa was amazed at how much each boy could eat and never once stopped to ponder on the location of her daughter as James did because she was so preoccupied with her son. Lucious was very happy and quite irregularly hyper. At one point he wanted to make a Christmas card of him and the boys before Lily oh so kindly pointed out that it was only August and Christmas was in December.
"But we can get it done early and have it off to the printer in time to mail it out to the whole wizarding community in the world! Then everybody will be happy and see that we are all happy, too." Lu exclaimed happy as to finding a reason for his urgency to find a camera.
"Alright then, that's enough coffee for you in the morning," Cissa restrained her husband as James quietly dispatched of the camera Lucious had been attempting to levitate so that he could be in the picture as well. When the boys were only a year old, the night most in the wizarding world would remember Harry for came.
Unbeknown to the rest of the world, no real person died that night. It was all a ploy.
On July 31, three relatives awoke and smiled, knowing that it was their birthday. Two remembered that they shared a birthday with a friend. One did not know the same date.
Hermione Granger sat up and thought of her best friend Harry Potter, whom she loved like a brother. Harry Potter awoke and grinned because he remembered that it was Hermione's birthday before sinking into a dark despair because he was still with the Dursleys.
Draco Malfoy felt confused as to why his mother had waltzed into his room with a cake and sang "Happy Birthday" to him. Each time his name came up she muttered four words under her breath. But Hermione was confused more than any of them because of what lay ahead in her day.
Hopping out of bed, she finger brushed her tamed hair and wondered at why it always seemed that the color couldn't decide between black and blonde. She was quite happy when it was compromised on brown but each morning she had to run a spell on it so that she wouldn't spend the day being asked why her hair was blonde. Hermione's muggle friends had always wondered why her hair had one day been blonde and the next black. As soon as she had gotten to Hogwarts, she had found two charms and convinced her hair to stay one color and straight for twenty four hours. It had become daily routine and she had gotten permission to do magic outside of school since first year.
"Raddrizzi. There we go, all better. Now what to wear?" Mione searched through the expansive closet to pull out a pair of regular looking jeans, a black camisole, and a see through black shimmer blouse. She pulled on the clothes and tried to decide what she wanted her hair to look like today. Not black and not brown, but something in the middle. Thank goodness she had found the straightening spell earlier this summer. "Acordo. Perfect."
Her hair now turned into tousled but tame dark brown waves. The length had been at her shoulders when she awoke but now was at mid back. She enjoyed being able to choose her appearance and took pride in looking good now that she had grown two inches and her weight was more evenly distributed on her already well proportioned body. Grinning she remembered that she was going to see Harry and Ron today and thought what they would think of her appearance. Slowly her smile faded away when she saw her mum and dad sneak into her room with small secretive and guilty looks on their faces.
"What did you do? What happened that got one of you into trouble, or both of you?" Hermione had spent almost seven years around her two best friends to realize that look of 'Well, we got into trouble and will you promise that you won't yell at us?'
Her mum shifted uncomfortably on the bed where she had taken a seat. "Well, we've got something to tell you and we haven't told you before but will you promise not to yell at us?" Mione nodded and her dad continued the declaration of truth. "We weren't going to tell you for another year until you are eighteen but you received this letter this morning. It's from this man named Lucious Malfoy and he requests your presence at a meeting today, well, this afternoon and-what's wrong Hermione?" He had just noticed that his daughter's face held a murderous look.
"Malfoy you say? Where is this meeting? Better yet, give me the invitation." "Two o'clock? But that's in four hours and it's in France! Is he insane? How do I know that this isn't a trap?" "This was sent through Dumbledore. I think that this man is trying to truthfully talk to you." Her mother kindly pointed out. The teen shrugged
"Hermione Michelle Granger. We aren't your parents. We adopted you. When you were born your hair was brown like you normally wear it. We don't know who your parents are but I think that this man will know. Please go Hermione Magnolia. We don't know your last name but, that's your real middle name. Go and discover you true parents. Thank you for a wonderful seventeen years." With that said, the Grangers walked out of the room and out of their old adopted daughter's life forever.
Alone in her old room, Hermione made the only decision she could make. One wave of her wand and she was ready. Another and she was gone.
"Draco Antonio Malfoy, come down here this instant! There are a few people I'd like you to meet." Draco sighed. He hated greeting his father's aristocratic friends. Pulling a dark gray shirt that looked more black and leaving it unbuttoned he began to race down the stairs not looking up until he was half a flight to the foyer floor and took a good look at who was standing there.
"Why is a muggle in our house? More importantly why should I greet this muggle in any way? Father, this is obviously unimportant and totally a trivial waste of time. Excuse me." Draco was curious and sort of wanted to escape from the room. His reasons were different than he let on. He had been shocked to see Hermione Granger standing there in front of him and he had been even more shocked to see her gaze turn on him and flicker unwillingly over his body. But the one thing that unsettled him the most was not the suitcases next to her or the tears running down his mother's face. It was the fact that he was deeply attracted to her. He thought that this girl before his eyes was a gorgeous mistake of blood. Anyone who was able to wear those jeans and dark tops with her beauty had to be a pureblood. Just so that Draco himself would be able to fall deeply and madly in love at first sight with the dark brown haired, brilliant young witch that had so affected him and not have to break any of society's insane rules which he always abided by.
He turned back around when the doorbell rang again. Coming close to fainting was not good in front of Hermione or Harry Potter who had just stepped into the house. "Father, I demand to know what is going on." Potter nodded in total agreement.
"With all due respect Mister Malfoy, please, I think that we all want to know what is going on." Lucious nodded and lead all of them into his office. Draco had rarely been in there and had always found the dark wood and paint choices very intimidating. Everyone except for Lucious was very startled when Narcissa put an arm around Hermione and lead her to a seat next to her own.
"What I am about to tell you has been a secret from everyone including Dumbledore since almost thirty five years ago. Only four people alive know of this secret and two are presumed dead. The others are Narcissa and I. The story is such. When I went to wizard preschool, there is no such thing anymore but Hogwarts used to be a boarding school that taught well, the equivalent to muggle middle and high school, I met James Potter. We became the best of friends but our parents disagreed with the friendship so we kept it secret all the way into Hogwarts. We thought that we could reveal it then but we were wrong. Lily and Cissa were the best of friends; they were much like James and I.
"Halfway through fifth year, Lily and James started a not so secret relationship. Cissa and I followed suit while secretly meeting the other two almost three times a week near the lake under a pair of regular willow trees. Close to the end of our seventh year, Cissa and Lily found out that they were both pregnant. Lily had twins. All three children were born on the same day. On the night of July 31st Draco Antonio Malfoy and Harry James Potter were born to Lily Potter. It was very confusing when James did the spells to find out the fathers and amount of children that something went wrong with Lily. After the charm to discover twins, she had a pained look on her face but Cissa felt nothing.
"We were confused but one child was more distinctly mine and one James's. I know that it sounds really weird but Narcissa's child was James's. We had all decided that each child would go with their father. Draco came with Cissa and me while Harry stayed with James and Lily. We all started out living on Magnolia Crescent, not far from Privet Drive."
"Wait. That's where I live. Well, the Grangers live there. They told me this morning that I was adopted. Can you imagine being told that you're adopted on your birthday? Ha! It's so cruel. I hate life." The entire group turned to Hermione at her outburst. She looked hysterical like she was about to cry. Lucious felt like scooping her up into his arms but thought better of it.
"That's very interesting. You see, Narcissa had a baby girl that night. She and James named her Hermione Magnolia Potter and she was sort of kidnapped. The assistant Healer was found dead without the baby while she was on her way to Lily's room."
Hermione was in shock. She was Harry's sister? And he was Malfoy's brother? Could her day get any better? Well, technically yeah if she was the typical Hogwarts girl who swoons over Draco Malfoy's oh-so-sexy eyes and perfect body. But she wasn't the typical Hogwarts girl. So she didn't swoon. She fainted.
"Is she going to be alright? I don't want to lose my daughter after finally meeting her." Hermione awoke to hear Cissa's voice flowing through the air above her head. Her senses slowly returning, she smelled the fresh scent of cleanliness. There was no scent to it, just a clean breath of air. Hermione's hands ran along soft cool sheets as she began to stretch and her eyes came into focus swimming the room's occupants into a haze before allowing her to see.
Narcissa Malfoy sat on the bed next to her and beside her stood Lucious Malfoy with a look on his face that Hermione thought she would never see on any Malfoy's countenance. Malfoy Senior actually looked concerned. Feeling as though she was in a dream, Hermione sat up in the bed to come face to face with a small flufball that had been sitting on her lap. The flufball stuck out a tiny pink tongue and began to lick the young witches face enthusiastically and only stopped when Hermione picked up what she had finally realized as a puppy.
"Floofy! Stop that! Calm down now sweetie. You can kiss her later," Narcissa scolded the dog mildly, while Hermione took in the contents of the space she seemed to have been carried into.
The room was slightly off white and to the bluish hue of the color. The sheets contrasted with a deep peacock while the lush carpet turned out to be colored like the sky. Hermione liked the blues and as it was one of her favorite colors, she enjoyed the room but right now, it was making her have to go pee. Spotting a door, she ran towards it and flung it open to discover a walk-in closet. Glancing across the room she found a dressing room, the main hallway where Draco and Harry were chatting quietly, and finally, the bathroom. Hermione locked the door relived.
Outside, Harry and his brother were discussing a few typical boyish topics. Also known as, girls, even more specifically, they were discussing Harry's sister, Hermione when the devil herself decided it was time to rain on their parade and then close the door just as quickly as she had opened it.
"So you really like her, huh?"
"Yeah. Damn! I don't know what to do now. You're my brother and she's your sister so how related does that make us?"
"You and me, or you and Hermione? Be specific Draco." The two laughed and joked around for a few more minutes. Then, Cissa stuck her head through the door and let them come in.
Hermione came out of the bathroom at the same time as the door opened once more. Turning their heads to see what was making Hermione stare so oddly at the door, Harry and Draco got the surprise of their lives. Hermione gasped and fainted right into Draco's outstretched arms.