A couple months after the talk with my mother, I was on the train to Hogwarts. I wasn't sitting with Harry or Ron. I felt a protectiveness towards them both since we met, but it felt stronger now towards Harry. And seeing him holding Ginny's hand made me want to throw her off the train. And Ron just smelled terrible. The changes had already started taking place in my body. I hadn't been able to call my wings yet like my mother had taught me, and I still didn't know my fae ability that was unique to only me. But my hair was more tame, it wasn't bushy. It was still curly, but it was pretty.

There was a certain glow to my skin that I had never seen before, and I could see hints of blue in my usually brown eyes.

Neville and Luna came into my compartment to check on me. Luna looked at me strangely.

"Neville, me and Hermione need to talk about something, how about you go hang out with Harry and Ron?" She asked in her dreamy voice. He smiled at her, and me, then left, closing the compartment door behind him.

"What do you need Luna?"

"When did you find out you were Fae?" She asked bluntly. My eyes widened in shock. I thought for a second, I didn't feel weird about telling her, so I figured I could trust her.

"Two months ago, I guess."

"You do realize this means that you aren't truly muggle-born right?"

"I'm half blood apparently." I looked out the window. I knew right away that I was going to the headmistress' office immediately when we got there. "Professor Snape was my birth father..." Luna nodded, not seeming surprised at all.

"I can see it in you."

"How?" I looked at her, surprised.

"You can be just as impatient as him, you and him are both very determined, and you take your studies seriously. From what I could tell of him, he was very smart, and you are definitely a very smart girl too." She smiled knowingly.

"What else is there Luna." I rolled my eyes at her.

"He also pushed you a lot harder than the rest of us. And whether you saw it or not, he always looked a little proud of you when you raised your hand in class, obviously knowing the answer. He always hid it well, but I could see it."

"So he knew." I whispered.

"Probably."

When we got to the castle, I turned away from the crowd of students trying to cram themselves into the great hall, and went straight for the head's office.

"Dumbledore," I said. After his death, if a student ever needed the headmaster or headmistress, they only needed to say Dumbledore, and they would be granted immediate entrance. The gargoyle, jumped aside for me, and I made my way up and entered the room, thankful that McGonnagall always lead the sorting.

"The headmistress isn't here," one of the portraits told me.

"I know, I need to speak with one of you." I searched the wall and my eyes landed on exactly whom I needed to speak with. I made my way over to him, glaring. "You knew." I hissed at him.

He raised his eyebrow at me, then rolled his eyes, as if bored. "You may want to clarify, Miss Granger."

"You knew who I was the moment you saw me, why didn't you tell me who you were!" I yelled at him. I could see Professor Dumbledore eying us warily.

"You will speak to me with some semblance of respect, Miss Granger. It wouldn't do for me to hint to the Headmistress of the situation and have you on a train ride back home immediately."

"God dammit, Snape! You knew you were my fucking father and you never said a damn thing to me!" He looked shocked at my outburst. "You knew who, and what I was! Why didn't anyone tell me? Why did I have to wait till I was 18 to have to deal with any of this? Why am I having to deal with it all alone! My father doesn't know about any of it, so I can't have mother helping me at all because she's determined to keep it all a big secret from him. And now I have to do this alone? It's not fair!" I sank to the floor, digging my sharp fingernails into my skin. It didn't take too long before I smelled blood, but I ignored it, I didn't care.

"She should have told you sooner, Hermione." Snape whispered, I looked up at him, I had tears in my eyes. "I tried to tell her to tell you. But she was determined to wait until you wouldn't accidentally tell your father."

"Everything I have ever known is a lie." I whispered.

"Not true Hermione. You're mother loves you, as does your father. Both of them." He smiled at me. I sniffed, and wiped my tears away, not caring that I smeared blood on my face. Not caring, and not even realizing it. "I didn't tell you because I had to keep everything secret for fear of the Dark Lord knowing any of it. If he were to find out who...and what you are he would have taken you. And no one could risk that. It was safer for me to treat you like the rest."

"Luna said that you pushed me harder than the rest."

"I did. And that's because I wanted to prove to you that you were smarter than what you gave yourself credit for. I wanted you to do better than what you thought was your best. Every assignment you handed in was better than the last. But I had to criticize to keep up appearances, and I'm sorry for that. But I wasn't going to dote on you to begin with, just because you were my daughter."

"I'm finding all of this out when you aren't here to help guide me. What am I supposed to do?"

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "I believe that because you are technically an eighth year, you are given your own room like the others who have come back to repeat their seventh year. We can have a copy of his portrait put into your quarters."

Snape smiled at me, and I smiled back. "I'd like that." I whispered.

"Now, Hermione. I suggest you go down to the feast, your absence has surely been noticed by now." Dumbledore smiled again. "I'll tell Minerva what it was you needed here, and I'll smooth it over. But you need to talk to your friends."

"I can't sir..." Both Snape and Dumbledore raised their eyebrows at me. "Ron smells terrible...I can't go near him without my nose burning. I don't know why...And every time I see Harry and Ginny I want to throw Ginny away from him. I can't be around them." Snape nodded in understanding.

"I'll send a house elf to your quarters with something to eat, and I'm sure you have a map to them that came with your Hogwarts letter. So, go on to bed." I nodded thankfully and turned to leave. "Oh, and you'll be able to set your own password."

I made my way out of the office and headed through the corridors. This year would be a strange one. What with the fairy changes, and having Snape in the living room of my chambers, and not being able to be around Ron, it was going to be a little too weird. I was so lost in thought that I hadn't realized that I was biting my lip, which was now bleeding, and I had bumped into none other than Draco Malfoy.

"Watch where you're going Granger." he hissed at me.

"Oh shove it Malfoy, you weren't watching where you were going either." I paused and sniffed. He smelled absolutely wonderful. I really didn't want to be thinking that way...

"What's with the fangs Granger? Turning into a Vampire?" He looked serious for once. And he didn't sound like he was mocking me at all, he was honestly curious. I don't know why I wanted to answer, but I did.

"Not quite..."

"Veela?"

"I don't know if your close or not."

"Granger doesn't know something, alert the prophet." Malfoy smirked at me, but then his eyes grew big. "You can't be...I thought they were extinct."

"Say it." I urged.

"You're fae?" He seemed shocked. I was too so I guess I could understand.

"For some reason my instincts are telling me I can trust you. You smell absolutely wonderful, and I have the urge to actually talk to you. I'm messed up in the head, that's what I am. But yes, I'm fae." His eyes, if possible, had gone even wider. I felt nervous under his gaze, after he got control of himself and was now studying me.

"I knew I should have seen it, I mean, the hair, the slight eye color change, the glow in your skin. I just didn't want to believe that you managed to look somewhat...pretty." He admitted, almost blushing.

"A compliment? From a Malfoy to a muggleborn witch? The world must be ending!" I stuck my tongue out playfully at him.

"Oi! Malfoy, get away from her." I heard Ron yell from behind me. I froze.

"Malfoy...Kiss me."

"What?"

"Just kiss me!" I pulled him closer, and my lips met his. I heard Ron and Harry both gasp behind me. But I didn't care. Malfoy tasted wonderful. I pulled away and winked at him. I could feel myself swell and throb in a place I never thought possible, which made me blush a little. But I ignored it, and turned around and glared at the boys. I turned, flipping my hair behind me and walked away, swaying my hips as I went.

"Bloody hell, she's gone mental!" I heard Ron stammer. I couldn't hear Harry or Malfoy's response because by that time I was at the stairs, going down to my chambers which were on the fourth floor.