The Real Hermione Granger

Disclaimer: The only things I own are the characters and setting. J. K. Rowling owns the plot. Wait, I think I got that mixed up. I own the characters and plot, but J. K. Rowling owns the setting. No, no, still wrong. I own Draco and the setting where as J. K. Rowling owns the rest of the characters and the plot. Nope, still wrong…hold on, I'll get it soon.

A/N: The first chapter or so may seem a bit common, but don't worry, it is nothing like the other fanfics where Hermione isn't what she seems. It's a bit short, but it gives you a glance of what she's really like. The next chapters are way longer. I promise. And if they aren't, shoot me. Not literally of course.

Chapter One-A Glance at the Real Me

Excuse me while I introduce you to the real me. The one no one really knows. The one I never got the chance to show. You may think you know me, but all you see is the wall of lies and deception I've built around myself. There are times that even I forget who I am. The world is so judgmental that I don't think it can handle me. But now I don't care. Let everyone hate me. Let everyone voice their opinions about me in a not so secretive manner. I don't care anymore. It isn't going to stop me from being who I am. You can always try to change me, but it'll never work. I'm tired of people trying to mold me into who they think I am. They are just going to have to accept me the way I am, and if they can't do that, well fuck them.

My name is Hermione Saphira Granger. I am 17 years old and about to attend my last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You all know me as the insufferable know-it-all of Gryffindor with the bushy hair and the buck teeth. Well, I think it's time you realize it's all for show. I'm really more of a rebel; an outlaw if you may. At times I guess you could say I'm no better than a Slytherin. In fact, I was supposed to be in that very house, but I had already established a know-it-all reputation on the train and to be in Slytherin would completely contradict my original goal. So the Sorting Hat decided to be nice and make me a Gryffindork.

But anyways, I'm really not someone you could bring home to your parents. Yeah, I really am that smart, but when I'm not attending school, you can find me partying, drinking, smoking, and fucking every guy I see. (But don't you dare compare me to that fucking Parkinson girl; the Slytherin whore. I'll have your balls in my hand faster than you can say 'Merlin'.) Ok, maybe you won't find me. I magically alter my appearance at school because I know no one would approve. Wouldn't want to give everyone a heart attack, now would we? I look completely different once I step foot into my home. The clothes I wear at school are really my sister's (yes, I have a sister. More on that later) and my hair is no where near that bushy. My teeth are perfectly straight and I actually have the perfect curves. So, the me at school is really someone else. Don't believe me do you? Well, I don't care if you do or not. Your loss.

Now, as you know I don't look anything like I do at school. Well, most things are different. I'm still five foot two with the chestnut colored hair, but I have perfectly straight teeth, the hair is slightly wavy, and, believe it or not, I actually look like a girl. A…mature girl. My eyes are almond shaped and the perfect chocolate shade and I have naturally rosy lips. I've also got a wicked tan from attending all those beach parties. Aside from my real looks, I have quiet a record.

I've been a trouble maker since as long as I can remember. That's why I get such a thrill going on adventures with Harry and Ron. I've been to Ju-Vee about ten times, ran from the cops four, stolen several things from the mall, etc. I'm not much of a rule follower. It's in my genes I guess…seeing as who my real father is. He is the most ruthless bastard to ever walk this earth. Everyone is afraid of him, including those who uh…take after him. I've only met the bloke a couple times since he's always away on 'business'. Three guesses as to who he might be.

My mother, Ann Marie, would have to be the best parent in the world. She buys me anything I want, and lets me do as I please. She doesn't care when I get in trouble. She just tells me not to get caught next time. Mr. Granger, as you all know him, isn't really my father which you would know if you paid even an inkling to what I said before. He's my mum's long time boyfriend. They've been together for almost 18 years now. I know, why do I have his last name? Well, I probably wouldn't be here if I kept my father's name. Oh yeah, before I forget. I'm pureblooded. My mother is one of the greatest witches ever. That would be where I get my wicked awesome skills from. Ever heard of Ann Marie Harris? You might have read about her in Hogwarts, A History. That would be my mum. She would be the purest and richest pureblood. More pure and richer than the Malfoys, but due to certain circumstances, she faked her death and is living as a muggle. Sound a bit cliché? Yeah, that's what I think. 'Oh, the mudblood isn't so muddy!'

But you don't need to know any of this right now. You'll find everything out when the time is right.

Now, the reason for me telling you all this. You see, I'm tired of acting like the complete opposite of what I am. You know, 'Virginal Mudblood Granger, Gryffindor Princess'. Yes, I know this sounds a bit…derivative, but you act like someone different for years and see how it feels. And besides, it's my last year and I probably won't see most of the students ever again. Why not make an ass of myself? It's not like it'll haunt me, right? Right. So on with it.

At this current moment in time, I'm getting the last of my things packed before I'm off for school tomorrow. Did I mention I'm Head Girl? Not that that's a surprise. We all knew I was going to get it. Now, I'm not so sure who the Head Boy is, but I'm hoping it's someone who's shaggable. It better not be Harry or Ron; that would ruin my entire year. I'm already going to have them on my ass for not being what they think is the real me. Ron fancies me. I've known this since about third year. He never acted on it though, and I doubt he ever will. Harry has a bit of a sexual attraction to me, I think. I don't know why. I mean he knows me as a nerdy chick, but whatever turns him on. I would never date either of them. They are pretty cute, but they're like my brothers. And I am so not into that incest stuff.

As much as I enjoy telling you this, it's 11:45 and I should really be getting to bed. I mean I do have to go to Hoggies tomorrow. Hope you're prepared to wake up to the real Hermione Saphira Granger.