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The real Granger	By : cbhwilson Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6065 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter fandom JKR does. Original characters all mine but inspired by JKR. No profit made.Never met Beethoven, Pink or GaGa. When I think of Mia I think of artists like Pink and Lady GaGa

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Draco entered his father’s office with a smirk. “Hard to believe you don’t like flying” She held his line of sight while he took a seat. He sat about a metre away from her and she felt a little relieved. “I like flying, just do not trust brooms” She answered defensively.

Draco thought out aloud “Neither did I until I took one apart.” Hermione forgot herself. “Exactly! I went to that shop to…” she stopped herself. “Sorry I digress” Lucius smiled “Not at all, between my son and Remus you should master the art.” And just like that Hermione became Draco’s student.

Remus sat beside her and Hermione spoke. “I would like Professor McGonagall to be here.” Just than a lamp transfigured and the Professor appeared.” I wouldn’t have it any other way” Lucius nodded. “Let’s begin”

Three hours later Lucius was satisfied. His curiosity had been sated by several muggle publications, but it was the answers coming from the girl herself that reassured him. When they were alone Lucius turned to his son. “Miss Granger is about to wreak havoc. It seems we’re on the right side this time” Draco nodded and Lucius continued. “You will work with Remus on flying. I have no doubt that she will master it, but she seems to admire those who teach her”

Draco looked thoughtful and he shook his head. “She does, doesn’t she?” Lucius nodded. “Never underestimate the power of a master/student relationship” Draco arose and stretched. “I will see you tomorrow” Lucius nodded. The smile on the older Malfoy’s lips was genuine. For once in a long while he had a sense of control.

Draco watched her leave from his position on top of the astronomy tower. The session had been illuminating. The Granger ‘dentist’ identity had been maintained by the ministry. Her father had put down his and her mother’s occupation as a dentist on the enrolment form for HogWarts. Something about it being ‘all those freaks need to know’ Hermione had smiled "any muggle would have picked it when my teeth weren't corrected." She looked directly at Draco "apparently I was hexed" she grinned as he shifted uncomfortably and continued the story.

The Granger house had been her mother’s parents’ house. They had been dragged out and placed in a nursing home. It had been her father’s idea in case anyone from the school was to check. During most of the time however it was Mrs Davies and James that were there. They were charged with keeping up appearances.

Easy enough in a neighbourhood where the Granger’s child was considered odd to say the least and the parents worked long hours. She had maintained the illusion the first year knowingly, not wishing to jeopardise her placement at HogWarts. Her father had told her that if she didn’t top all those classes then she could forget this magic nonsense and attend a ‘normal school’.

After the first year things were a little different for her. She had returned to her home the second year, but the third year she had a note written by herself and she ordered her driver to go to the airport. Hermione showed the book concerning the third year. It read. Go to Lawyers via airport. Paperwork there.

“That was the year I started buying shares in the old man’s companies through one of my tutors, and started the process of divorcing him. Strange that even as the bookworm I felt a need to distance myself. Mia knew about his treatment of mum and the bookworm’s existence but I kept losing odd amounts of time so I wrote everything down. Placed wards on myself, then Remus” she looked at him.

“Thankyou” he nodded “Remus strengthen me when I was about fourteen. I’m fairly certain that as I am now, I have all my memories, they’re just sorting themselves out. The only thing I completely lost was Phillip.”

Hermione openly acknowledged her friends, and to outsiders, it may have been seen as exposing them to danger. However, by including them in the follow-up, the Malfoys could not use anything she said to harm them, so by revealing their role she was in fact protecting them.

Hermione was being guided by the need to let people know what she was doing. Although she’d never openly admit it she knew that if things were to go wrong than she would not be seen for decades, if ever again. If that happened Molly, Harry the twins and even the order would ensure Fran and her staff were not forgotten.

Her career for the last 18 months had been carried by the combination of her good friend, Fran, and polyjuice. Although Fran did not possess the same musical flair she was talented in her own right and negotiated song-writing royalties with ease. Hermione showed them a book that contained poetry. Musical notes appeared over some of the words. Hermione just smiled for a moment as she watched all gathered trying to grapple with her life and she tried the best to simplify for them.

“Basically the dentists where so common in name, and occupation, that there was no way you could look at Hermione the bookworm and think of Mia unless you knew both intimately. Plus the neighbours kept their distance as they though we were rather odd. The bookworm didn’t know of Mia when she boarded the Express but both combined in the muggle world.

I never stayed at my suburban home for long, but when I did I knew not to ask questions. I knew that something was off but I was so engrossed with Harry and the upcoming war I guess I just glossed over it. I was travelling most of the time” She sighed.

“My friends never mentioned Phillip because they thought the subject was taboo. Apparently if I don’t wish to discuss something then they know better than to press it. The only people who know in my muggle existence that I forgot him…” Her frown said it all.

She was ashamed “ are my staff and Fran. I have referenced a brother in a couple of odd places in my lyrics. I think that in my own way I tried to hold on to him. Whatever happened in Malfoy Manor freed a lot of stuff up”

She looked at Lucius and said rather sternly. “Arthur Weasley?” Lucius nodded “Indeed, I always believed him to like muggles and mudbloods.” Hermione looked at her hands. “He does” the response brought a raise eyebrow from both Malfoys. “But as a king likes a court jester. More for the amusement factor.

The reason Arthur fought; was for himself. After all, he wasn’t going to bow before Riddle, and Molly fought because she believes magic chooses who gets the gift, and people shouldn’t die for not having the correct heritage. After all it’s magic that decides. No one person.”

Lucius and Draco understood. Molly Prewett was a very powerful witch and Arthur needed to conceal his bigotry, which wasn’t hard as Molly never looked for it. However it was Hermione’s take on Ronald that surprised all including McGonagall and Remus. “His no coward, just a jealous prat. Always has been” Hermione had left the four in the headmasters office stunned slightly, but overall they had made some sense out of most of it.

Hermione got home and slept. She dreamed of many different things, then somewhere in the night she cried out, waking in a sweat. She had been dreaming of Draco, and she had been less than restrained. Images of their bodies entwined caused her to walk to the bathroom and have a shower. It had felt so real, but she couldn’t remember exactly what happened.

Draco awoke at the same time and found himself shaking and fully aroused. To his shame he had the inclination to go to her and just take her. He went to the bathroom and took his most urgent need in hand. He looked at himself in the mirror and felt as if he was looking at a stranger. His hair was a mess, his body sweaty, his muscles ached and his eyes reflected his pain.

Gingerly he walked over to the bath and an hour later laid back in his bed. He noted the clean sheets and frowned. Not for the first time Draco berated himself, he really needed to get control of himself. No more interrupting Granger’s sleep, he vowed as he drifted off, it’s messing with my head.
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