Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Cinderella, Romeo and Juliet, or any other recognizable material. This fanfiction was not written for profit and I do not claim ownership except for the plot.

I got this idea and I had to write it. Like it was imperative that I write it all down quickly before the great idea went away. Also, I had to change her birthday a bit to match what I want, so yeah.

Strangely, this fic is not based on a song, as most of my other ones are, but yeah, I'm just going to get started here! ^^

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And they lived happily ever after…

These are the words every girl dreams about, even if only for a five day princess phase. For me, it hadn't been a phase. For me, I'd wished with all of my heart that I was a princess, that I secretly belonged to someone else, that I was meant to rule a kingdom in some far off land.

And it all seemed so possible with the discovery that I possessed magic. If magic existed, there was the potential that I could be a princess, that someone would come and sweep me away, and I could possibly live happily ever after.

As my Hogwarts years went on, however, I soon realised that no, I was not a princess, and I most likely would never be one. In fact, I was treated the complete opposite of a princess, no matter how much I felt like one on the night of the Yule Ball. I was called names and I was attracting all of the wrong people and, let's face it, I'd never even had a boyfriend.

Everything changed, conversely, on my eighteenth birthday. I was completely unprepared for what happened, but I'm pretty sure that was the point. I was even more unprepared by what the news I received on that day led to, but no one could have expected that to happen, and I blame nobody for what happened.

So, here is my story. The story of how I, Hermione Jean Granger, lowly bookworm and Order of the Phoenix member, found out she was a princess, and saved all of the Wizarding world, all the while learning manners, surviving ballroom dancing with complete strangers that want to marry me, and, shudderingly, the arranged marriage to the most surprising person of my life. Here is my story. It is all 100% true. Here we go.

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Hermione was very concerned when her parents called her down from packing away her things to move into her new flat for a "chat." They never "chatted" before supper. Before supper was always and always had been her time. She didn't think that had changed since she'd returned their memory to them, but perhaps they'd forgotten that little detail?

Either they'd forgotten or someone had died. Hermione was hoping for the former. She wasn't sure she'd be able to take any more death for the rest of her life. She'd seen enough death in her eighteen years for a lifetime.

As she descended the stairs, she realised it probably only had to do with today being her birthday. It probably had absolutely nothing to do with someone dying or her being in trouble. She was just overreacting. It was all okay.

Hermione peeked around the corner to find her parents were staring at the staircase, obviously waiting for her to come down so they could give her whatever news they needed to share with her. Hermione smiled and tucked some stray hair behind her ears before she stepped fully into their view.

"Hey," she said. "You wanted to talk to me?"

Her mother smiled and motioned towards the couch across from them. "Take a seat, love. We have a bit of…erm…surprising news for you. Something we've wanted to tell you for quite a long time."

Hermione blinked. "Erm, okay. Sure." She took a seat on the couch. Her parents said nothing. She cleared her throat. "So…"

Her father sighed. "Hermione, pumpkin, there's really no easy way to say this, so we're just going to come right out and say it." He looked to her mother as if for reassurance, and she nodded. He reached out and Hermione took his hand, becoming more and more nervous with every passing second.

"You're adopted."

Hermione felt as though she had been sucker-punched in the face by a giant. Fireworks exploded behind her eyes and she felt hot and cold all at the same time. She felt her hands break out in sweat and she quickly pulled her hand away from her father's as if she'd been stung. Her ears felt like they'd been stuffed with cotton and her vision blurred. She was afraid she might faint.

"Oh," she whispered breathlessly, feeling around for the armrests of the couch she was seated in, needing to feel something that might ground her to this Earth, so that she would not suddenly break free from gravity and shoot up to the ceiling. Because if she were adopted, then everything was a lie. Her whole life. Everything she'd ever been told. Gravity included.

She managed to find her mother's saddened face when she began to speak.

"We're very sorry to have kept this from you, Hermione," she said. "Really. Truly. It wasn't our choice to keep it a secret. It…it was the choice of your real parents."

Hermione felt herself tearing up. She was shaking her head now, not comprehending anything her parents were trying to tell her, not really. She tried to understand, really, she did, but this was just too much.

"Hermione, dear, I know this is a lot to take in," said Mrs. Granger, who had at some point during Hermione's breakdown sat down beside her. Hermione was crying into her shoulder, hugging her tightly. "But you need to get cleaned up, now, because your real parents are going to be here in just a few minutes –"

Hermione's tears suddenly stopped and she was angry. "My real parents? No. They are not my real parents. You guys gave me away. Why do they even want to see me, anyways? They apparently didn't want to see me so much they gave me away." Hermione got to her feet so suddenly that her head spun. She turned and headed for the door.

Mrs. Granger sounded afraid. "Hermione, love, where are you going? Sweetie, you need to stay here. They'll be here in just a few minutes -!"

Hermione hadn't heard a single word. "I'm going out. I'll be home before dark."

"Hermione!"

The slamming door cut off her father's words. If they'd really cared, they would have come after her, so she simply kept going. Pulling her wand from her boot and not caring who saw, Hermione conjured a patronus that split in two.

"Meet me at Seamus's pub," the message said. "It's urgent."

Then she turned into an alley and apparated. It was close enough to her house that she knew her parents would have heard the pop so they would know to leave her alone and not come after her. As if they could.

She stepped inside the pub and strutted straight to the bar, where she sat down and slapped her hand against the counter, startling the barkeep, who smiled in recognition.

"Eh, 'Ermione!" Seamus Finnegan exclaimed. "Happy birthday!" He blinked when he noticed her expression, and his face fell when she suddenly erupted into tears. He came around the bar quickly and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "'Ermione? Something wrong? Of course something's wrong, that was a stupid thing to say." He shook his head. "Can I help?"

Hermione took several gulps of air before speaking. She offered up a watery smile. "A Firewhiskey might help."

Seamus grinned as he walked back around the counter. "That I can do. Are Harry and Ron on their way?"

Hermione nodded. "They should be here in a few minutes." Seamus set a bottle in front of her. She sniffed and picked it up. "Thanks," she said quickly before downing half the bottle.

"Yipes!" Seamus exclaimed when she finally slammed the bottle back on the table. "What happened to you?"

She shook her head, her eyes squeezed tight as she waited for the burning sensation in her brain and throat to reduce to a nice buzz. "I'll explain when Harry and Ron get here. I don't want to have to repeat myself."

Seamus nodded. "I won't have to wait too long, then. Look." He nodded at the door.

Hermione turned to see two sprinting boys crash through the front doors.

"Hermione!" They exclaimed simultaneously as they approached their best friend.

The next couple of moments were filled with incoherent sentences as Hermione tried to calm the boys as they kept asking prying questions that had absolutely no relation to what Hermione was about to tell them. But really, how could they know?

"Guys!" Hermione exclaimed, jumping to her feet. "Calm down, it's alright. No, Harry, no one died, and no, Ronald, I was not raped, nor am I pregnant by a secret boy. It's…" She sighed. "It's nothing like that."

She sat down.

"Well, what is it, then?" Harry asked as he took as seat in front of her. Ron stayed standing.

Hermione took a deep breath and kept her eyes locked on her Firewhiskey bottle. "I'm adopted."

There was a silence. Then:

"Oh, Hermione."

Three sets of comforting arms surrounded her, and Hermione felt her heart melting. She closed her eyes and leaned into the embraces, her eyes filling up with tears again.

"I know it happens all of the time," she said through tears. "And I know I should be happy, because my parents could have been psychos but I ended up with such great parents instead of people who didn't even want me, but I just…they waited until now to tell me. My whole life…I thought…"

Harry smiled and patted her back. "It's okay to feel that way, Hermione."

"Yeah, Hermione," Ron said. "Besides, we love you either way."

Hermione smiled.

"Do you know for sure that they didn't want you?" Seamus asked. "I mean, maybe they just couldn't afford you, or they weren't ready to raise a kid. It's a lot of work, you know."

Hermione sighed. "I'm not sure. I didn't stick around for the story. I was just so angry that they'd kept this from me my whole life that…I just had to get out."

"Maybe you should go back," Harry said. "You know, figure out the whole story."

Hermione shrugged. "I will." She raised her Firewhiskey bottle. "After a few more of these." She took a gulp and gave a wry smile. "Happy birthday, Hermione. You're adopted!"

Harry patted her arm. "We're going to need a few more of these, Shay."

Seamus grinned. "Coming right up."

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Hermione returned home several hours later in the arms of Harry, who had been the one to catch her as she passed out after crying several minutes' worth of angry tears and puking all over the parking lot.

"Hello, Mrs. Granger," Harry said as he stepped through the door. He nodded. "Mr. Granger. I'm just going to take Hermione up to her bedroom, if that's alright with you."

Mrs. Granger sighed, and then smiled sadly. "Of course, Harry. Thank you very much."

"No problem," Harry replied, carrying the unconscious girl up the stairs and into her bedroom. He laid her down and removed her shoes before covering her in a blanket. He kissed her forehead.

"Everything's going to be alright," he told her before he stood up and left the room.

On his way down was when he noticed the Granger's had company.

"Oh, excuse me; I didn't mean to intrude," Harry said awkwardly as he moved to leave the house.

"It's alright, Harry," said Mrs. Granger. "I want you to meet someone."

Harry blinked. "Okay."

He turned to the strange woman.

"Hello, Harry Potter," she said, her blood red lips smiling delicately. "I am Gizelle de la Estrellas. I am Hermione's mother."

Harry's heart stopped. Boy, was Hermione in for a huge shock when she woke up.

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Chapter 1 is done! ^^ I hope you liked it…It's kind of far-fetched, and the next chapter gets even more crazy, but maybe you can put up with it? ^^ Please leave me a review if you want to see more! Let me know if it's a fic worth pursuing. Dramione comes later on, I pinkie swear! ^^