Summary: Hermione Jean Granger. Attentive, studious, and brightest witch in my age. Yet, many unforeseen news was thrown my way. I am not how everyone perceived me to be. Expect the Unexpected as they say. Seek the real Hermione, if you dare. But I do caution you, Don't Underestimate Me. (Be Warned: Femslash, Smut, Futa, AU) HG/FD

Disclaimer: All what you recognized belongs to J.K. Rowling. I own nothing, and this is all for non-profit fun.

A/N: It's been years since I last looked at this. I have lost where this was going so I have decided to redo the story.

Silky smooth skin, long flowing hair, that voice…

Hermione sighed softly, dragging her fingers through her thick chocolate locks as she stared blankly down at the page of her book. She couldn't concentrate on the tiny lettering, the words written down.

Whether it may be other people's actions or the weather forecast for tomorrow, they are many things in life out of your control. In this case, her thoughts are something she's been struggling to keep at bay. However, right now, her mind is else where, far, far away.

She huffed in frustration, slamming the book shut, which echoed, through the still silent library. She flinched from the define bang and thought, "dammit…" As she realized her mistake, Madame Pince's head jerked sharply and scowled over at her, narrowing her eyes in annoyance. Hermione mouthed 'Sorry' at the irritated librarian who shook her head and let it go, considering she's one of her favorite students.

Hermione turned back to her book, set her forehead down on it. "Why did this have to all happen at once? Why me?" She started brooding. She took a great amount of air in and soon after, she exhaled. The musky smell of the book invaded her nostrils and helped the intensity of her emotions diminish. Since this entire incident started, finally, she relaxed. Slowly closing her eyes, she relived through all of the events from the beginning of summer vacation.

Summer was supposed to be a relaxing time before school started again. It was supposed to be spent with no stress with family and friends. However, like always, the Golden Trio's lives were out of the normality.

Hermione was getting ready to go to The Burrow after a week spent with her family since school ended. Her parents were going on a business trip in the next several days and they didn't want her to feel lonely during summer so her parent's personally asked the Wesley's matriarch if Hermione could stay there for the rest of summer. And, of course, Molly agreed with excitement. Her parents apologized profusely that they had to leave in such a short notice. Hermione assured it was fine and that she truly understands.

As she finally packed her last article of clothing in her suitcase, she heard a knock with a quavering muffled voice saying, "Honey…" outside her bedroom. With a great concern, she quickly opened the door revealing her mother, nervousness plastered on her face.

"Mother?" She walked towards the older woman, glistening with unshed tears and held her shaking hands. Hermione guided her mother towards her bed and sat down. She waited with patience until her mother was ready to speak. Mrs. Granger felt like it was hours but only took a few minutes before she couldn't take the intensity of Hermione's stare and looked down. Hermione gently raised her chin and asked, "What's going on, mum? Why do you look so uneasy?" Mrs. Granger looked intently in her daughter's eyes and saw distress shinning through. She held on her tears. However, Hermione lifted her hand to wipe her mother's unnoticed tears away. With a deep shaky breath, she finally spoke, "Honey, I love you so much and I don't want you to think that ever once I doubted that love for you. You are everything to me…"

"Mother, I wouldn't ever doubt that you never loved me once. Why are you telling me this?" Hermione squeezed her mother's hands reassuring her to go on. After a few minutes of silence, Hermione apprehensively said, "Mum, you're frightening me."

"I'm sorry poppet… its because…." Mrs. Granger held her daughter's hand tighter. "You're adopted," Her mother burst into tears and started sobbing. Hermione froze from the news her mother provided her. She didn't know what to think. Before her mother notice her shock, without hesitation, she gently wrapped her arms around her and lifted her on her lap with simplicity. Hermione let her mother cry all of her tears out on her shoulder as she caressed her mother's head lightly like breakable glass.

Through the time she let her mother cry, Hermione was deep into her mind thinking about the events that occurred. Her parents always have been patient and loving towards her. Never once did their love waver since she left to go to Hogwarts four years ago. They both treated her like their own. Even through her worse times, they kept her in their arms and loved her for who she is. Even now, with this new piece of information, she felt like nothing has changed.

Her mother shook her out of her thoughts when Hermione heard her name being called. Hermione looked down, saw her mother's tear-stained face and puffy red eyes. Mrs. Granger whispered, "I'm so sorry, my dear. I should have said something sooner. Maybe it would have made a diff…" Hermione suddenly had her index finger on her mother's lips.

"Mother." Hermione held her cheek and look intently into her mother's eyes to convey the truth to her words and continued, "I'm still your daughter. It may not be at birth. However, nothing has changed. You are still my mother and I love you so much with all of my heart. Nothing can change that." She spoke with confidence and sincerely. She reassured her mother with a smile.

"Oh poppet!" Mrs. Granger exclaimed in surprise. "You have no idea how happy to hear that." More tears ran down her eyes, however, this time it's for a happier moment.

Hermione laughed wiping her tears yet again and replied, "I do know how much I mean to you. But I think I would have figured out that I was adopted eventually, Mum."

Her mother frowned, "What do you mean?"

Hermione set her mother on her bed, "Firstly, I am growing exponentially. I grew quote a bit since I have arrived back home. Furthermore, I am now taller than you and dad." She stood over her mother at a height reaching five foot seven. "Secondly, I shouldn't easily be performing higher level of magic compared to the older students from Hogwarts without it being passed down."

Before her mother could question her, Hermione continued her thought. "Thirdly, I don't have any characteristic resemblance between you and dad. You both have dirty blonde hair while I have dark chestnut color hair. Also, I am pretty sure that um…" She hesitated. Before she blushed in a deeper shade of embarrassment, she cleared her throat and pointed at her lower region, "this is genetic and no one in our family has this… Condition."

Mrs. Granger frowned deeper. She took Hermione's hand and led her to sit next to her. "Well that is true. I wouldn't be surprised if you did found out on your own. You are very intelligent for your age and attentive to the little details."

She continued with a smile, "Also, you're very persistent to solving a problem or anything that confuses you." Hermione chuckled at the truth behind her words.

They continued to convers about the newfound information and shared more details. They both learned new things throughout the exchange of words. They talked about her powers; her limit, how much more she can do. What stunned her even more was the mention of her background. Her mother just blurted out that she isn't a muggleborn witch. Before her mother could reveal more information, Hermione interrupted her.

"How do you know all of this information? Have you met my biological parents before?" Hermione determinedly questioned to get some answers out of her mother. Mrs. Granger left the room and came back with a large envelope. "This should explain all of your unanswered questions." Her mother smiled that reached her eyes. Hermione held it and stared at it blankly. Mrs. Granger bent down, gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead. "Read it whenever you are ready, poppet" Hermione couldn't utter anything so she just nodded. Without another word from her mother, she left with a soft click of her door closing.

Hermione continued to stare at this package and traced her fingers over the cursive writing of her first name. She didn't know if she should open it at this very moment. She didn't know if she was ready to have every detail revealed to her. Her thoughts were interrupted with several taps on the window. Hermione turned around to see the snowy white owl on the other side of the glass. She beamed at the owl knowing it was another letter from her best friend. Without any thought, she left the envelop on her bed as she opened the letter and laughed at the familiar horrid writing from Harry. She opened his letter and started reading it.

"Dear Hermione,

I would hope you had a good start of summer with your family. Mine is the same old same old. Dursley's are still their horrid self. But, I am writing to you because I wanted to let you know that I have finally arrived at the Burrow safely. We are all waiting for your lovely arrival and hopefully that would be very soon!

Sincerely,

Harry"

Hermione immediately gave a reply saying she would be there soon. Also, that she needed to talk to his best friends about something important. She quickly attached the letter and gave a piece of owl snack to the similar snowy owl. She took flight and Hermione closed her window. When she turned back around, she was once again reminded of the envelope. She didn't want to think about it any longer so she grabbed it, placed it carefully in her handbag and walked out the bedroom with all her belongings. With a backward glance, she raised her arm. Without uttering the words and a second thought to what she was doing, she found her 10 ¾ inch wand in her hand. Hermione took a step forward but abruptly froze in her tracks.

In that very moment, Hermione realized one thing. She executed a perfect wandless magic without any trial. She really needed to know what's going on with her…