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Remembering You by pinayflava90

Format: Novel
Chapters: 9
Word Count: 19,032
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Contains Spoilers

Genres: Drama, Romance, Action/Adventure
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco
Pairings: Draco/Hermione

First Published: 02/16/2011
Last Chapter: 04/17/2011
Last Updated: 04/17/2011


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Draco's trying to remember a certain girl he met when he was five. Hermione kept dismissing the idea that Draco looked like this boy she met before. How are they going to realize the person they're looking for is near, when the mind is stuck with hatred?

Chapter 1: Strangers
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"Hermione, hold my hand. This bookstore is a large place, I don't want you wandering around." Mrs Granger told five year old Hermione.

Hermione looked up to see her mother's frowning face. "Mummy, can I go to the kids section? I'll stay there and wait for you."

Mrs Granger thought about it for a moment before nodding her head. "Alright, Hermione but stay there okay? Make sure you don't talk to - -"

"Strangers, mum. I know." Little Hermione scoffed, letting go of her mother's hand.

She waved her mother good-bye and headed towards her favorite section. When she got there, she began looking for books with lots of pictures before sitting down on her usual bench. She looked at the cover and admired the artwork of a fish with lots of colorful scales. She opened the book eagerly and began to read.

As she was about to turn the page, she heard a sudden thud and what sounded like books falling down. She quickly closed her book, set it on the bench, and walked towards the noise to investigate. When she made a turn, she saw a young boy who looked about her age with short blond hair and pale skin. The boy was laying on the floor, with heaps of books scattered around him. Hermione quickly went to his side and gathered the books.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked the boy, who was sitting up.

The boy looked at Hermione and noticed books were everywhere. "How did these books fall?"

She shrugged, "I don't know. What happened?" She placed the last book in it's rightful place, before turning back to face the blond boy.

"My parents are out today, so I'm stuck with a nanny. She told me she needed to get something in this bookstore, so I asked her if I can come." He looked around the shelves and groaned, "I was trying to reach that book over there, but I can't get it."

Hermione looked up and saw the book was above their reach. "Maybe that's why the books fell. Did you ask help?"

"No." The boy said, sighing as he stared at the book he can't reach.

"Why not?" She asked, frowning.

"I'm not even supposed to be here. But I told my nanny I wouldn't tell my parents." He then looked at her coldly and crossed his arms. "I'm not even suppose to be talking to you."

"Why?" She felt slightly hurt, but she was good at hiding it.

"You're a muggle." The boy said, in a as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

Hermione scrunched her face is confusion. "What's a muggle?"

The boy stared at her as if she was telling a stupid joke. "Father said I'm not allowed to be talking to muggles. You're a muggle."

She looked at the boy with confusion before she realized something. "Oh! You mean strangers? Mum says I'm not allowed to talk to strangers like you, but here I am." She grinned at the boy.

This time, the boy looked at her with confusion written all over his pale face. "Strangers?"

Hermione rolled her eyes impatiently, "You're a stranger. I don't know you, you don't know me, but yet we're still talking to each other." Her face suddenly lit up when she had an idea. "I know! I'll introduce myself to you and you'll introduce yourself to me. That way, we both won't get in trouble for talking to each other."

"You think that would work?" He asked, sitting down on the floor.

"Don't sit there! Mother says the floor is dirty. Let's sit here." Hermione bossily said to the boy, and leading him to a bench. "And yes, it should work. We won't be strangers, we can be friends!"

The boy looked at the excited girl with interest. He never had a muggle friend before. "Okay"

Hermione beamed at him. "My name is Hermione Granger. What's yours?" She extended her hand out.

He looked at her hand and shook it, "My name's Draco Malfoy."

"You're name sounds like this one boy in my preschool class last year, name Drake." Hermione giggled, snatching the book she left in her bench. "I think I'll call you Drake instead; You're name sounds funny!"

"So do yours! I don't think I can even say it. Herminee" Draco said, crossing his arms. "What are you reading?"

Hermione looked at the book and then to Draco. "It's pronounce Her-my-oh-knee. Not Her-my-knee. and this book is called, The Rainbow Fish."

"That's nice." Draco said, not even caring how to say her name correctly.

He was looking at the pictures as Hermione turned the pages, before his nanny called him.

"Draco, where are you?" His nanny called out.

Draco's head shot up and groaned. "I have to go."

Hermione looked quite put out but nodded. "It was nice to meet you, Drake. I made a new friend!"

Draco gave Hermione a shy smile. "You too, Herminee. Maybe I'll ask my nanny to take me here again."

She beamed at the idea, "Okay! I spend most of my time here with mum since she works here as her second job for fun. She likes reading too." She gasped excitedly, "We can be reading buddies!"

Draco grinned and shrugged, "Okay."

"Draco, there you are! Didn't you hear me call you?" His nanny appeared next to him.

He looked at his nanny and took her hand, before waving at Hermione. "Bye Herminee"

"Bye, Drake." She said.

The nanny gave her a scowling look and dragged Draco out of the bookstore.

She probably thinks I'm still a stranger to him. Hermione thought to herself. She opened her book and continued reading, feeling excited she made a new friend with a boy who has a funny name.

I know I know... I'm writing another story already. haha but this idea just popped into my head as I was brainstorming, so I wanted to start it before I forgot about it! haha How's it so far?

Chapter 2: Necklaces
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A/N: JUST A REMINDER... Draco and Hermione are still very young. Which means Draco is innocent still and doesn't know about purebloods vs muggle borns yet. That's why he's nice towards Hermione. In the future chapters, he will be like his real older self.


"Draco, what did your parents tell you about talking to muggles! Your father would be so livid if he saw you talking to that girl" The nanny scowled at young Draco as they entered the Malfoy Manor.

Draco rushed inside the living room and climbed on top of the couch to sit. "Father wouldn't know unless you told him. If you tell father, I'll tell him you brought me to a muggle place!" He gave her an arrogant smirk.

What an ungrateful spoiled brat! The nanny thought to herself angrily as she busied inside the kitchen. "Next time when I'm doing errands, you stay here with the house elves."

Draco stood up on the couch and glared at his nanny, "Stop telling me what to do. Just wait until my father finds out where you took me!"

"Don't you use that tone with me, Draco!" The nanny scowled at him. "You're only five, so show some respect."

Draco glared at his nanny before stomping upstairs to his bedroom. He slammed the door shut and climbed on top of his bed, feeling confused and angry.

What's so bad about muggles? Draco asked himself. He turned to lay on his side, watching the trees waving with the wind. I forgot why father said muggles are bad.

He sat up and thought of ways to see his new muggle friend again.

The next day, Hermione asked her mother if she could tag along with her at work.

"Okay, Hermione, but stay at the kids section." Mrs Granger called out to Hermione.

Hermione nodded and quickly got a book. She looked around the area to see if Draco was there, but couldn't find him.

He'll probably come later, Hermione thought to herself. She sat on the same bench and began to read.

Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours. Hermione couldn't help but keep looking at the entrance door to see if he arrived.

"Hermione, dear." Mrs Granger found Hermione looking a more books. "Come on, my shift is done. Let's go home."

Hermione looked at her mother and nodded. She quickly glanced around the area and couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed that she didn't see Draco today. She took her mother's hand and walked outside with her.

Weeks has gone by, and Draco still never showed up to the bookstore. Hermione began to feel angry with him for not fulfilling his promise to her, that she gave up waiting for him; She only showed up every other days with her mother. She glared at the entrance door, and sat on the usual bench. She opened her book and stared at the pictures first before reading.

"What are you reading, Herminee?" A voice asked.

Hermione snapped her head up. Draco was walking towards her, wearing a satisfied grin on his face. Hermione suddenly felt giddy that he arrived and grinned back.

"Where were you?" She asked, scooting over to make room for him.

Draco frowned, "It was hard coming back here. I had to ask my house elves to apparate me here, since I don't know how."

Hermione stared at Draco, before bursting out laughing. "House elves? There are no such thing as elves!"

He glared at the laughing girl and crossed his arms. "Yes there is. You're a muggle, that's why you can't see them."

She rolled her eyes, "Okay sure." She giggled and glanced at Draco. "Your eyes are all silvery and gray. Hmm... I like it."

Draco grinned, "Thanks. You have poop colored eyes. Also, is your hair always that big?"

Hermione glared at him and turned her attention to her book.

He looked at the book in her hands and asked, "So what's this book about?"

Hermione closed the book to show him the cover. "It's about magic."

Draco's face beamed, "Do you like magic?"

She shook her head and laughed, "There's no such thing as magic, Drake."

He frowned at her, but didn't say anything. She's a muggle. She doesn't know. He thought to himself.

They started talking and walking around the bookstore. Draco thought it would be funny to mess with Hermione by snatching every book she took out and put it back on the shelves. Of course, Hermione got upset about that and kept bossing him around about not to do this and not to do that.

Few weeks has gone by, and Draco managed to keep seeing her thanks to his house elves. He has grown to like Hermione as a friend, and still didn't understand how muggles are so bad. Hermione was very kind to him, funny even. At times, she would boss him around and annoy him by acting as if she knows everything, but even he does that.

One day, when Mrs Granger told Hermione they're leaving, Hermione told Draco to meet her at a park.

"You see that park over there?" She dragged Draco outside, and pointed at a park across the street.

"Yes." He said, squinting his eyes from the sun light.

"Meet me there at one." She said, waving good-bye to him.

Draco nodded and quickly took off with the house elf.

"Young Master is not suppose to talk with the enemy" The house elf said, after he apparated them back to the manor.

Draco looked at the house elf, "She's not an enemy. She's my friend" He stomped upstairs and hid himself in his bedroom.

"There you are!" Hermione sighed, running towards Draco. He was sitting on a swing, waiting for her.

"Took you long enough" Draco glared at her, getting off the swing and coming to her side.

Hermione waved her hand dismissively. "I'm here, aren't I? Let's play, I'm kind of tired staying at the same place all the time"

Draco nodded and followed her around the park. They played on the swings, the slides, and started digging holes inside the sandbox.

"What do you want to be when you grow up, Drake?" Hermione asked, as she piled a bunch of sand together.

Draco shrugged, "I want to be a Quidditch player. Father brought me a toy broomstick, but it can't fly too high"

Hermione stared at Draco in a funny expression. "Quidditch?"

Draco looked up and grinned, "It's my favorite sport. What about you?"

Hermione continued working on the sand, "No idea yet. I can't wait til school starts, though."

Draco nodded, "Me too! I'm either going to a school called Durmstrang or Hogwarts. Father wants me to go to Durmstrang, but mother thinks it's too far."

"Hmmm" Hermione hummed absently, not knowing what those schools are. She got up and added water on a bucket she found, and poured it on the sand, trying to build a sand castle. Draco followed her and poured more water in the sand, helping her out.

When they were finished, Hermione sat back and grinned. "Our castle looks ugly."

Draco laughed, "If only I had a wand, I could fix it"

Hermione laughed along, thinking he was joking. "Yup! Hey wait here, I want to give you something."

Draco nodded and watched Hermione running towards her house. He looked back at their creation and destroyed it with his foot. He heard footsteps and saw Hermione running towards him.

"You ruined our castle." Hermione gasped, looking at the sand.

Draco shrugged, "What was it you wanted to show me?"

Hermione's frown was quickly replaced with a smile. She shoved her hands in her pocket and drew out a simple silver chained necklace with a blue bead on the center, and handed it to him.

"A girl's necklace?" Draco frowned, looking at the jewelry.

"It's not a girl necklace, Drake! It's a friendship necklace. Here look," She drew out a necklace on her neck that has been hiding under her shirt. It's identical to Draco's but hers had a pink bead. "See? Mine is pink for a girl and yours is blue for boy. Wearing it is a sign of our friendship."

Draco stared at the girl and then back to the necklace. He didn't really like the necklace, but his mother always taught him good manners. "Thank you." He put it on and hid it under his shirt, just like Hermione.

She beamed at him, "Now whenever we look at it, we'll always remember our first best friend."

Draco grinned, "Best friends."

He watched Hermione play in the sand and couldn't help but feel extremely happy to have her as a friend. They continued enjoying each others company, until Hermione's mother called after her.

"Want to play again tomorrow?" Hermione asked, getting up and dusting the sand off of her.

"Okay." Draco nodded, grinning.

Hermione beamed at him, "I'll meet you here at the sandbox" She ran towards her mother and waved good-bye to Draco.

"Where have you been, Draco?" Lucius Malfoy asked Draco, who had just apparated inside the manor with a house elf.

"No where" Draco said shortly, afraid of what his father would say.

Lucius raised an eyebrow and turned to the house elf. "Where have you been taking my son?"

The house elf looked between Lucius and Draco in a frightened expression.

"Twinky? I asked you a question. Answer me." Lucius coldly commanded.

"Sir, young Master has asked me to take him into a muggle place. He has been seeing a girl there" The house elf name Twinky replied, bowing slightly to her older master.

Draco gulped silently, as Lucius turned his attention to him."Twinky, you are not to take him out there anymore. If you do, you shall be punished, understand?"

Twinky nodded and bowed down again.

"Now, get out of my sight. I need to speak to teach my son a lesson" Lucius dismissed Twinky. Once she was gone, he turned to Draco.

"Fratenizing with muggles?" Lucius asked, "What did I tell you about them?"

"She was really kind, father." Draco replied with his head down. "She wasn't all bad."

"Not all bad? Draco, muggles are savages!" Lucius snapped, "You are forbidden to be talking to that insolent girl who might have poisoned your brain by now. You shall only go there if we have some business in the muggle world. But you may never see her again."

Draco felt like a knot has been tied tightly inside his stomach. He liked Hermione, she was his only friend. But he was scared of what his father would say, so he didn't want to disappoint him.

"Okay, father." Young Draco said, his head down still.

Lucius sighed deeply, "I have a few friends that has children your age. I think they would be a better influence to you."

Draco nodded, "Yes, father."

Right on cue, the doorbell rang. A house elf appeared in front of the door, and opened it.

"Ah! Right on time!" Lucius greeted his friends. He quickly got up and introduced the children to Draco.

"Draco, where's you manners? Introduce yourself to these children." Narcissa scowled at her son, as she came rushing downstairs to greet her guests.

Draco watched four children walking towards him, and began talking. "Hello, I'm Draco."

A young girl with black hair and a chubby pug face giggled. "I'm Pansy."

A young boy who was slightly taller than Draco, greeted him as well. "Goyle."

The third boy appeared in front of Draco and nodded, "Crabbe."

The last boy, with dark skin and black hair, smirked at him. "Blaise."

Once Draco got to know his new playmates, he took them to his bedroom where they played with his toys.

"Is that a broomstick?" Blaise asked, staring at a toy broomstick on top of his bed.

Draco beamed, "A toy. But father said if I'm good I can get a real one"

"Oh Draco," Pansy giggled, poking the broomstick. "You're so lucky"

As they started playing, Draco began to like them more and more. They were more understanding than Hermione about magic, and he didn't have to hide anything to them.

"Ew a muggle?" Pansy asked, scrunching up her face with disgust. "You shouldn't be friends with a muggle, Draco."

Draco looked up from his toys, "That's what my parents said. But why?"

Blaise sat down next to his new friend, "They are not worthy of your friendship. I'm sure this girl, would forget all about you in the future. She doesn't know any magic."

"Besides, we're magical and they're not. How can they live without magic?" Goyle smirked, trying to ride Draco's toy broom but wouldn't budge.

"There are some witches and wizards who are born from muggle families." Crabbe told Draco, watching Goyle trying to fly.

"But they don't deserve it! Mother says they're mudbloods. They don't have the right to have magical abilities." Pansy said, "Some of them never even knew they're magical until they got their Hogwarts letters!"

"Really?" Draco asked, suddenly thinking of Hermione for some reason.

"Yes. That is why they are called mudbloods. There's filth running down their vains." Blaise added. "Muggles and magic do not mix."

"No wonder father got upset with me." Draco sighed, finally understanding.

"Don't worry, Draco. We will come over everytime you want to play." Pansy comforted him, looking at Draco's sad expression.

"Okay." Draco agreed, feeling slightly better.

Weeks and months has gone by, and he hasn't visited Hermione. During those months, he had moments when he wanted to see her, but he couldn't help but think what his friends and family said. Muggles are not worth it. I'm a pureblood and they have no magical blood in them. He became good friends with Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle. Hanging out with them made him believed that muggles were savages and mudbloods were filthy. Ever since he's been spending time with them, he has been thinking about Hermione less and less until he forgot about her.

However for Hermione, she never forgot about him.

It has been already a year since she hasn't seen the pale boy. One day as she changing in front of a mirror, she looked at her reflection and noticed the friendship necklace. She traced the bead with her finger, and couldn't help but feel angry again. She brought her hands in the back of her neck to undo the necklace, but stopped. She didn't want to forget about her first best friend. She had silent tears running down her face, thinking that Draco forgot about her. She quickly put on her pajamas and climbed into bed. Not knowing that the next day, she will see him again.

Chapter 3: Confused
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Chapter 3

"Draco, would you hurry up? We need to meet the Zabini's in that muggle shop." Narcissa scowled, "Though I have no idea why they pick that place. Surely there's a more private place in Diagon Alley." She muttered to herself, taking Draco's hand.

Draco snatched his hand away from his mother's grip, "I can walk on my own." He snapped, taking giant steps to catch up.

Narcissa found the shop and quickly walked in, greeting the Zabini's and ignoring Draco. He sighed with relief when he saw Blaise inside, and rushed towards him.

"Hey, Draco." Blaise grinned, handing him a muggle cookie. "I told my father I was hungry, so he had no choice but to purchase some."

Draco took a bite of the chocolate chip cookie and beamed, "Not bad. Aren't you afraid it's contaminated with muggle filth?"

Blaise shook his head, "Father cleaned it with his wand."

"Oh." Draco took a last bite and savored the taste. He began to grow bored of the adult meeting and looked outside. He watched as muggles passed by the shop, and wondered if they knew magic does exist. As he stared absently outside, his eyes caught a familiar woman dragging a familiar girl with big hair. He squinted his eyes for clearer view and felt his stomach do a double flip.

Hermione Granger had just walked in the shop with her mother, apparently oblivious with the fact that Draco's inside.

"What are you looking at?" Blaise asked, poking Draco on the shoulders.

Draco swatted his hand away and shook his head. "Nothing."

Hermione must have heard his familiar voice, because her head snapped in his direction. Draco's eyes widened slightly, when he made eye contact with her. She tilted her head to the side, and had a small smile playing in her lips. She quickly faced her mother and pointed at Draco. Mrs Granger turned to see Draco and nodded, giving Hermione permission to go to him. He watched as Hermione walked towards him, and was thankful to see the adults were not paying attention.

"Drake?" Hermione asked, standing in front of his and Blaise's table.

"Hi." Draco nodded, feeling nervous.

Blaise darted his eyes between Hermione and Draco, before giving her a cold glare. "What do you want?"

Hermione shifted her attention to Blaise and frowned, "I wasn't talking to you, was I?"

Draco felt his lips twitch upward, but gave Blaise a warning look to back off.

Blaise nodded, but continued glaring at her.

"Herminee, come with me." He said, leading Hermione outside the shop.

Once they were out of the shop, Hermione's happy expression turned to anger.

"Where have you been! It's been a year since I seen you, Drake! Why haven't you kept in touch with me? You've missed by 6th birthday." She snapped, crossing her arms.

Draco stared at her, "Father said I'm forbidden to speak to you."

"Why? We're best friends." She asked, her anger fading slowly.

He suddenly felt disgusted towards her as he remembered the things his friends said.

"Ew a muggle?" Pansy asked, scrunching up her face with disgust. "You shouldn't be friends with a muggle, Draco."

Blaise sat down next to him, "They are not worthy of your friendship. I'm sure this girl, would forget all about you in the future. She doesn't know any magic."

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard her sniffling.

"Why are you crying?" Draco asked curiously, watching the tear from her face fall freely.

Hermione gaped at him, "I haven't seen you in a long time and now you're telling me you can't speak to me! Why? I can ask my mum to talk to your dad, if you want"

Draco looked down, feeling guilt bubbling inside him. "We can't see each other anymore, Herminee."

"Why not?" She stomped on one foot stubbornly.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Blaise giving him a sign saying the adults are almost done with their meeting.

He shoved his guilt aside and glared at Hermione once more, "I don't like you as a friend anymore. Father says your kind is filthy and dirty. I don't want mother to get mad at me for contaminating myself with the likes of you. Go away, leave me alone or else- Or else I'm going to tell on you!" He shoved pass Hermione hard, causing her to fall to the ground.

Blaise gave him a triumphant look and smirked down at Hermione. "Stupid muggle. Come on, Draco. She's not worth it, remember that."

Draco copied Blaise's smirk and looked at Hermione, no longer feeling guilty. "I know"

The angry sparks in Hermione's eyes lit up, "I hate you, Drake. Mum says bad things happen to people who are bad. I hope that happens to you!" She got up and noticed her knees were bleeding. She felt the pain expanding and cried some more, sitting on a nearby chair waiting for her mother.

Draco gave Hermione an icy glare and let Blaise lead him inside the shop.

"How did she know you?" Blaise asked with curiosity, plotting down on a chair.

Draco explained to him everything about her and how they were supposed to be friends.

"You don't want to turn yourself into a blood traitor, Draco." Blaise warned him. "Father said blood traitors are frown upon. He told me since we're purebloods, we're better than them because we only look out for people like us. He said that blood traitors are purebloods who betray their own kind."

"I don't want to be a blood traitor" Draco piped up, feeling scared.

"That's why you're not supposed to be friends with muggles or mudbloods!" Blaise explained.

Draco nodded as Blaise continued telling him what he was taught. The more he learned about muggles and muggle borns, the more he thinks they're repulsive. As they were talking, they noticed their parent's meeting has ended.

"See you around, Draco?" Blaise asked, as took his mother's hand.

Draco nodded, "Bye."

He watched as Mrs Granger walked outside and rushed towards Hermione's side, looking at her wounds.

"Come along, Draco." Narcissa told him.

He followed her outside and glanced at Hermione. She gave him a dirty look and went back to putting a band-aid on her knee, with the friendship necklace hanging out.

Draco paused and stared at the necklace hanging around her neck. He felt a small dose of guilt, but quickly shoved that aside. He saw Narcissa frowning at him, so he gave Hermione another mean insult by saying, "Your face looks ugly from all that crying." He then turned around to catch up with Narcissa, not even caring their friendship has been broken.

Hermione ignored her mother's questions and stared after Draco; Wondering if he knew his own friendship necklace was still around his neck. She turned her attention back to her mother and continued crying in pain, as she watched her mom dab alcohol in her wound for cleaning.

As years and years gone by, Hermione had taught herself to forget about the young boy. It took a good few months before she totally forgot all about him. However, series of unfortunate events had caused Hermione to be feeling confused about herself. She caused things to happen she didn't know. When people from her class kept teasing her about her hair, she accidentally blown up the classroom lights. She once realized she could make the petals of the roses move out of no where in a flower pot. She felt lonely and scared, especially when her classmates kept calling her a freak. She noticed even her parents seemed confused about her unusual talents.

One day when Hermione was 11 years old, she was still in school when she received an announcement that said her parents were picking her up early.

"Mum, why am I going home early? We were in the middle of discussing a group project. Now, I have no idea what I'm assigned to do." Hermione huffed, sitting down on the couch.

Mrs Granger nervously took out an envelope from her purse and handed it to her daughter, watching what her reaction would be.

Hermione looked at the letter in confusion. "For me?" Without hesitating, Hermione quickly opened the letter and began to read.

When she finished her letter, she couldn't help but stare at the paper, wondering if this has all been a dream. Her hands were trembling and she felt goosebumps rising on her skin as the palms of her hands beginning to moist. She looked at her parent's face and paled.

"I'm a witch?" She asked breathlessly, feeling confused and excited the same time.

From the corner of her eye, she caught movements coming from the kitchen. She turned her attention towards the area and watched with fascination as an older man with a long white beard, wearing weird clothes, walking towards her and smiling.

"Hello Miss Granger," The older man said, his eyes twinkling behind his spectacles, "My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

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Chapter 4: First Year: Familiar
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"Good-bye! I'll miss you both!" Hermione gave both her parents a peck on the cheek.

They watched proudly as Hermione rushed towards the Hogwarts Express. She then paused in front of the door and turned to wave good-bye at her parents before entering the train. She set her belongings into an empty compartment and quickly changed into her uniform, so she doesn't have to worry about it later. She looked out the window and watched as other students say good-bye to their family and friends. She felt as if her heart was hammering hard against her chest from excitement, as she watched more students entering the train.

I can't believe I'm actually going, She thought to herself. This feels so surreal! She took a few deep breaths to calm herself, and opened her bag to pull out a thick book, before flipping the pages. She was about to start her reading when her compartment door slip open, revealing a chubby boy with a friendly round face. He looked around the compartment and sighed sadly.

"There's room here if you like" Hermione nodded towards the opposite seat in front of her.

The boy gave her a shy smile and shook his head. "Actually, I'm looking for Trevor, my pet toad."

People in the wizarding world have toads for pets? Hermione asked herself. She stared at the boy and asked, "When was the last time you had him?"

The boy shrugged, "When I entered the train, I had him. But, now I don't remember where it went." He looked helplessly around the place.

Hermione felt sorry for the boy and closed her book. "Here, I'll help you." She got up and stuffed her bag with the book. "Let's retrace your steps, shall we?"

"Okay." The boy nodded, feeling grateful towards the girl. "I'm Neville Longbottom, by the way."

Hermione beamed, "Hermione Granger. Do you know what house you'll be in? I've read all about Hogwart's history, and I think it's fascinating."

Neville grinned at her sudden enthusiastic. "No idea. I wish to be in Gryffindor, but people think I'll be in Hufflepuff." He muttered.

She shrugged, "That doesn't seem like a bad house to be in. But, I really hope I'm in Gryffindor too."

They went door to door and asked if anyone has seen Neville's toad. But, to their disappointment, all of them had said no.

"Don't give up, Neville. He's bound to be here somewhere!" Hermione encouraged him, as they opened another compartment door.

She looked around and spotted three boys sitting in the area. One of them was a thin pale boy, and the others looked like they could be his bodyguards, by the size of them.

The pale boy raised an eyebrow at Hermione. "Can we help you?" He asked rudely, earning silent snickers from his friends.

Hermione looked at the boy and paused. She stared at his blond hair, pale face, and silver eyes and frowned.

He looks really familiar, she thought to herself, studying him with interest.

She earned a nudge on her side from Neville, causing her to stay focused. "Neville here seemed to have lost a toad - - "

The three boys snickered loudly this time and muttered words like "pathetic" and "stupid".

"A toad?" The pale boy sneered. He looked at the other two boys and asked in a fake concerned tone, "Did we see a toad stop by here, boys?"

They shook their heads, snickering stupidly as they stared at Hermione and Neville. The pale boy shifted his attention back to Hermione and smirked, "Did that answer your question?"

She glared at him and huffed, making a move to slide the door close.

Suddenly, the boy's hand snatched the door to stay open. He looked at Hermione with feign interest and asked, "What's your name?"

She frowned, "Hermione Granger."

The boy eyed at Hermione's bushy brown hair with familiarity and frowned. "Hermione. Your name sounds a bit familiar. Tell me, are you a pureblood?"

She shook her head and said, "No, my parents are non-magical."

Neville watched nervously as the boy's face shifted from curiosity to a disgusted angry expression.

"Come on, Hermione" Neville whispered. He tried pulling on Hermione's arm, beckoning her to leave. He knows who the boy is, and he doesn't want to cause a scene.

The blond boy sneered at Hermione and Neville, before slamming the door shut.

"Well that was rude!" Hermione huffed, dragging Neville along with her. "Who was he?"

"Draco Malfoy. Trust me, you don't want to mess with him." Neville said, feeling relieved. "Stay away from him, if you can. He's nothing but trouble"

"Whatever. If he causes any trouble, I'll be sure to report him. Now let's split up, so we can look for Trevor faster." Hermione said.

She watched as Neville walked to the opposite side, before she looked around the aisles. She spotted Neville leaving quickly from another compartment to another.

Rolling her eyes, she went to those same compartments to double check in case he missed the toad. She slid open one of the doors and looked around, hoping to see what they were looking for.

But instead of a toad, she saw a boy with flaming red hair and another boy with jet black hair and glasses. She asked them if they've seen a toad, but they said no. However, she noticed the red head was about to perform magic, so she stayed longer to see.

She showed them a real spell that worked, by casting it on the boy with glasses. She enthusiastically explained to them how she's a muggle-born and how she did many research on magic and memorized them.

"I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, and who are you?" She asked them, once she was done with her monologue.

"I'm Ron Weasley," The red head muttered.

"Harry Potter" The boy with glasses said.

Hermione got overly excited to find out she's been acquainted with Harry and started talking about how he was in many books she read. She noticed Ron's annoyed expression and quickly dismissed herself, hoping to find Neville.

Oh, where is that toad! She sighed to herself. She had finally given up and sat back down on her compartment, hoping to get some more reading done. Though, few minutes later, many students in the train were being loud and obnoxious.

Sighing, she slammed her book shut and walked out again to investigate the noise, before being shoved roughly aside by Draco Malfoy and his bodyguards.

Hermione watched anxiously as Professor McGonagall continued reading the names off of the list to be sorted.

"Granger, Hermione!"

Hermione gasped and nearly ran to the stool.

Once the hat was jammed on her head, the sorting hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Feeling relieved and excited, she quickly rushed towards the Gryffindor table and greeted the others on her table. She looked at the front and clapped loudly when Neville came to her side, also sorted into Gryffindor.

Hermione shot her attention to the front when she heard Professor McGonagall shout, "Malfoy, Draco!"

She watched as Draco took his time to take his seat, and noticed the hat barely touched his head when it shouted, "SLYTHERIN!"

Draco smirked and joined his friends, Crabbe and Goyle. He glanced at the Gryffindor table and locked eyes with Hermione.

That Granger girl looks really familiar. Draco thought to himself, staring at Hermione. But, how do I know her? She's a Mudblood and I don't familiarize myself with Mudbloods. He scowled and gave her a dirty look.

Hermione didn't realize they were staring at each other, until Harry's name was called. She blushed and quickly looked away from him, watching Harry being sorted instead.

Draco smirked and turned his attention to the front also. Feeling slightly disappointed that Harry was sorted into Gryffindor with that Mudblood Granger and those Blood traitors, Weasleys.

Hermione laid on top of her bed, sighing. I can't believe I'm actually really here. She thought to herself, staring at the ceiling.

She fingered the necklace around her neck and frowned. She told everyone that it was supposed to be a friendship necklace, and decided to leave it on. She only took it out during showers and sleeping, but always kept it hidden underneath the shirts she wears.

She reached the back of her neck and pulled the necklace off of her. She stared at the single pink bead and suddenly remembered a random memory of her and the boy, Drake, arguing about magic being real.

"I wonder whatever happened to Drake," Hermione muttered to herself, "He would never believe me if he finds out I'm a witch." She giggled at the thought of Drake being wide-eyed and surprised.

She traced the bead on the necklace and sighed, "Drake, where are you?"

She placed the necklace on top of her desk and continued staring at it.

If only you gotten a letter too. She thought sadly, as she turned to her side and let sleep overcome her.

"What's that thing around your neck, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson pointed at the thing around Draco's neck. "You always have it on."

Draco rolled his eyes and tucked it under his shirt. "It's mine. I got it when I was younger."

"From who?" Pansy asked, scooting closer to him.

"It's a lucky necklace." He lied, feeling annoyed with the questions.

"Go get a new one" She snorted, about to reach for it.

He quickly got up from the couch and walked inside his room, not bothering to say good-night.

He pulled the necklace off of his neck and examined it. He felt guilty for being mean to the girl that gave this to him. But, she's a muggle. He sighed deeply, and placed it on the table next to his bed.

Whatever happened to Herminee, anyway? He asked himself, as he slipped his pajamas on.

He climbed on top of his bed and covered himself warmly, before turning to his side to face the necklace. He would secretly give one day to see his first best friend again. She was the last person who knew the real him, before he found out how inferior muggles and muggle-borns are.

"She probably died or something, or forgotten all about me." He savagely thought to himself.

He turned on his back, staring at the ceiling. He closed his eyes, and waited until he slowly drifted into unconsciousness, not knowing 'Herminee' is attending the same school as he is.

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Chapter 5: First Year: Trouble Makers
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Chapter 5

"What's the next lesson, Hermione?" Neville asked, leaning towards to look at her schedule.

Hermione muttered nervously, "Flying lessons"

Neville paled and gulped, "Flying?"

Hermione noticed his uneasiness, and tried to reassure him. "I went to the library to do some reading about flying. It's a fascinating book, Quidditch through The Ages."

Neville looked at her, feeling hopeful. She gave him tips on how to use the broom when you're in the air, and tips of how to fly smoother. She looked just as nervous as Neville, but she tried to look brave by giving everyone a lecture of what she learned through Quidditch Through The Ages. Her lecture was interrupted because owls started flying everywhere in the Great Hall, dropping letters to students below them.

Hermione smiled when she ripped open her letter from her parents. "I miss them." She mumbled.

She looked over at Neville and noticed him holding a glass ball the size of a large marble, with white smoke inside it.

"What is that?" She asked with curiosity.

"It's a Remembrall!" Neville exclaimed. He explained that this object in his hand would him if there was something he had forgotten. "Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red, it means - - Oh... " The Remembrall had suddenly glowed scarlet, "... you've forgotten something..."

He looked like he was trying to remember what he had forgotten when out of no where, Draco Malfoy came by and snatched the Remembrall out of his hands.

"Hey!" Harry and Ron yelled, getting up from their feet.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but heard a stern voice.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall asked, staring at them.

Hermione closed her mouth and stared at Draco and her two Gryffindor class mates.

Don't cause any trouble, don't cause any trouble, don't cause any trouble! She pleaded to herself, glancing nervously between the boys and Professor McGonagall.

Draco scowled and glared at Harry, Ron, and Neville before dropping it back on the table. "Just looking."

He continued to walk away, with Crabbe and Goyle following him, and paused when his eyes fixed on Hermione.

Her cheeks turned slightly pink, but she was determined to stare back at him.

Draco cocked in eyebrow up, but continued walking away.

"That bloody jerk" Ron grunted, sitting back down. "It's a good thing you turned down his friendship, Harry."

Harry nodded, "He reminds me a lot of my cousin."

"Malfoy asked to be friends with you?" Hermione asked him, folding her letter back neatly.

Harry turned to her, an eyebrow raised. "Yeah."

Why does she have to be so nosy all the time? Harry asked himself.

Ron must have read his mind and turned to Hermione, "Why were you listening to our conversation?" He asked, feeling annoyed.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Excuse me? But, I couldn't help it if I can hear what you guys are saying. I sit next to you guys, after all."

Ron glared at her, "Well then sit away from us then." He muttered, before continuing his conversation with Harry.

She gave him a look and tucked her letter inside the envelope. She glanced at the Slytherin table and noticed Draco Malfoy opening a box of sweets his parents sent him. He offered some to Crabbe and Goyle and shoved some inside his mouth.

Hermione grunted in disgust and shook her head disapprovingly. She didn't know she was being loud, until Draco snapped his head in her direction.

Silver meeting brown.

He gave her an unattractive snarl and looking down to open the other sweets he received. Hermione turned back to whatever Neville was saying, but couldn't help glancing back at Draco. There was something about him that was really familiar, but she couldn't really decide what it was.

Her thoughts suddenly shifted to Drake, and felt uneasy. She glanced back at Draco again and frowned. She kind of forgotten how Drake looked like, because it's been so many years since they made contact.

Besides, they were young at the time. She doesn't know how much he's physically changed or if he even looked the same. She only remembered his silver eyes and blond hair. But anyone in the world can have blond hair and silver eyes. She glanced back at Draco and felt her heart beating oddly faster than before. As she continued studying him, she couldn't help but notice he have nearly the same hair and eyes as the Drake she remembers. But couldn't that just be coincidence?

That's impossible! Hermione thought to herself, shaking her head to remove the idiotic thoughts. I haven't seen Drake nearly six years. He's a muggle!

Draco wiped his mouth clean and lifted his face, catching Hermione's stare. He cocked an eyebrow up and glared back at her.

Blushing, she dropped her gaze and took a deep breath. Drake was sweet, and Malfoy's a git. She frowned when another thought came to mind. "But I remembered we had a fight about something... Ugh, how could I forgot what it was about?" She groaned.

Neville looked at her in a confused way, "Hermione, what are you talking about?"

She snapped her head up and shook her head. "Sorry. I just forgot I left something in my bed." She lied, packing her things and getting up. "I'll see you in flying lessons."

"I don't know if I can do this" Hermione muttered to herself, staring at the broom in her hands.

"Hermione don't say that!" Neville gasped, feeling just as nervous as her.

They watched as their teacher Madam Hooch, arrived. She barked orders at them, and walked in front to show them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end. Hermione, Harry, and Ron watched with satisfaction as Madam Hooch told Draco how wrong he's been doing it all these years.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground hard," She continued on, "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle... Three... Two..."

Hermione watched in horror as Neville pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.

"Neville! What are you doing!" She yelled, watching him fly high and higher.

The whole class started yelling for Neville to get down, but it only made him nervous. He flew higher and higher, and made the mistake to look down. He gasped, slipped sideways off the broom, and plummeted down to the grass face down.

Madam Hooch immediately rushed to his side, and helped him up. She turned to the students and warned them to remain where they are and not to go flying. She lifted Neville up, and clutched his wrists tenderly which helped the pain.

The students suddenly roared with excitement, as they went over with what just happened. But nobody was as loud and obnoxious as Draco.

"Did you see his face, the great lump!" He smirked, turning towards his Slytherin classmates.

Hermione fought the urge to throw her broomstick at him. She watched as Parvati and Pansy started throwing insults at each other, and hoped they wouldn't get all of them into trouble.

"Look!" Draco suddenly said, snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him."

"Give that here, Malfoy." Harry said, walking towards him.

Hermione felt her stomach tightened, as Draco gave Harry a nasty smile.

"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbotoom to find. How about up a tree?" Draco said, leaping onto his broomstick.

Harry could feel the blood pounding in his ear. "Give it here!"

"Come get it Potter" Draco taunted Harry, already in the air.

"No!" Hermione shouted. "Madam Hooch told us not to move! You'll get us all into trouble!"

Harry ignored her and kicked hard against the ground, going up and up until he was leveled with Draco.

"Get him Harry!" Ron shouted above him.

Hermione glared at the boy next to her, "They're going to get into trouble!"

Ron ignored her and kept yelling to Harry, not knowing he can't even hear him. He suddenly gasped, forcing Hermione too look up also.

Draco had threw the the glass ball towards the ground, and Harry flying towards it with such speed. He stretched his hand out and caught it before it could hit the floor. He grinned to himself, and landed on the ground.


The students all turned around and saw Professor McGonagall running towards them, muttering words like "Never" and "All my time at Hogwarts" and "How dare you". She ordered everyone who was trying to defend Harry, to be quiet.

"Potter, follow me now." She barked at him.

Harry caught Draco smirking at him, and felt his anger rising up.

Hermione sighed, and crossed her arms. "Hate to say 'I told you so'."

Ron glared at her, "Shut up." He hissed at her.

Hermione narrowed her eyes and walked away from him, not wanting to cause anymore trouble.

Hermione walked inside the Great Hall, and narrowed her eyes when she caught sight of Harry and Ron. She decided to give them the silent treatment, for acting like fools. She sat a few feet away from them, and started placing food on top of her plate. She caught sight of a blond color and automatically looked up.

Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle were talking to Harry and Ron.

Oh, great. Not again. Hermione thought to herself, rolling her eyes.

She ate her meal, listening to them setting up a meeting to do a wizards duel. She heard Ron say he's Harry' second, and asked Draco who's his.

He's not actually going to agree is he? She groaned to herself.

Draco looked at Crabbe and Goyle and said, "Crabbe. Midnight all right? We'll meet you in the trophy room; that's always unlocked."

Hermione glared as Draco left with his two heavy set body guards. Great. More trouble.

She turned her attention back to Harry and Ron with disappointment. She got up and walked towards them, clearing her throat. "Excuse me?"

Ron looked up at her and groaned, "Can't a person eat in peace in this place?"

Hermione glared at him, but turned to Harry. "I couldn't help but overhearing what you and Malfoy were saying..."

"Bet you could" Ron muttered, shaking his head.

She ignored him and continue, "And you mustn't go wandering around the school at night. Think of the points you'll lose Gryffindor if you're caught. It's really very selfish of you."

"And it's really none of your business." Harry said, turning around so his back is facing her.

"Good-bye" Ron said, also turning back.

Hermione glared at their backs before storming back to her seat. "Picking a fight with Malfoy." Hermione muttered to herself, shaking her head. "Stupid idiots."

She continued grumbling to herself along the corridors and accidentally collided into a tall figure.

"Ouch!" Hermione groaned, finding herself in the ground and her bag landing on her stomach.

The figure on the ground groaned as well.

Hermione quickly sat up, and grabbed her books off the floor. "Sorry." She muttered. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Obviously" The person she bumped into spat.

Hermione stiffened, hearing the masculine familiarity of the voice. She continued stuffing her bag with the books, not daring to look up.

She got up and cleared her throat, letting her hair cover her face. "Right. Well, good-bye."

The boy smirked and blocked her way. "Well, if it isn't Granger."

She shot her head up and glared at him, "You better not meet those two, Malfoy! You'll get Gryffindor into trouble!"

Draco's smirk widened, "All the more reason's to go."

Hermione gave him a dirty look and crossed her arms. "Go and I'll tell a prefect."

He rolled his eyes, "Go ahead, Granger. You'll get your house trouble that way too."

She narrowed her eyes, but didn't say anything. What a stupid jerk.

"I'm warning you, Malfoy." Hermione spat at him, squaring her bag with her shoulders and shoving past him.

She continued walking away from him, glancing back one time. Stupid trouble maker. She thought to herself, glaring at his silhouette.

By the end of the day, she tried to stop Harry and Ron from going, but ended up going with them. They stayed at the place for a long time, and bumped into Neville. He also tagged along with them.

Hermione warned them that Draco wasn't going to show up, but they remained where they are. That is, until they heard the hissing sound of Filches cat. They ended up getting away from them, but was caught by Peeves the poltergeist.

"STUDENTS OUT OF BED! STUDENT'S OUT OF BED!" Peeves shouted with glee.

They quickly ran towards an empty room and paused. They heard Peeves tip Filch off, and sighed with relief. They turned around and found a creature with three heads, standing in the middle. Hermione could have sworn it was standing on a trap door. They quickly left the place and entered back into the safety of their common room.

Once Hermione caught her breath, she explained to them about the trap door. She refrained from telling them that Draco indeed tricked them. She gave them one last glare, before stomping off to her bedroom.

She thrust herself into bed and glared at the ceiling, feeling annoyed and angry at the two boys.

At least Malfoy took my warning, and didn't show up. She smiled to herself, turning to her side. She closed her eyes, and let her mind drift away.

The reason why they don't notice each other right away, is because Hermione and Draco saw each other when they were young. So of course, they're bound to have some physical changes.

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Chapter 6: First Year: Denial
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"Hermione! Please, come out of there." Parvati knocked on the girls' bathroom door.

"Go away!" Hermione sobbed, "Leave me alone!"

Parvati shook her head and sighed, "Fine. But the Halloween Feast is about to start any minute, so dry those tears and come along." She got up and hurried towards the Great Hall, where she spotted Lavender Brown.

"Hey, guess who's in the bathroom crying her eyes out?" Parvati told Lavender, as she sat down.

"Who?" Lavender asked, her eyes widened with curiosity.

"Hermione Granger!" Parvati smirked, piling her plate with more sweets. "I told her to come out. But she wouldn't budge."

Sitting next to them was Harry and Ron.

"You shouldn't have said anything, Ron." Harry muttered, overhearing what the girls are gossiping about.

Ron rolled his eyes, "She could be crying for something else. Not of me insulting her." But he kept glancing at the empty seat across from them, with uneasiness.

Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy and his two sidekicks, Crabbe and Goyle, were hurrying along the corridors to attend the feast.

"Hurry up, you two! Run if you guys have to, Merlin knows you guys need the exercise." Draco said, rolling his eyes as he walks in front of them.

"We're coming!" Crabbe snapped, half-jogging and walking trying to catch up.

They past another hall and paused when they suddenly heard something that sounded like someone was crying.

"Do you hear that?" Draco asked sharply, turning to them.

Crabbe and Goyle nodded, hearing the sound again.

"You guys go, I'm going to check it out." Draco said, pulling his wand out, and wanting to scare the person just for Halloween's sake.

"Are you sure?" Goyle asked, already walking away.

Draco rolled his eyes, "Yes go, just save me a seat."

Crabbe and Goyle nodded and walked away from him, towards the Great Hall.

Draco followed the crying sound, hearing it growing louder and louder with each step he took. He turned to the side and paused when he heard someone crying from behind a door nearest to him. He placed his ear on the door to make sure the sound was coming from inside, and pulled back.

"Hello?" He called out.

Hermione snapped her head up and groaned, "I told you to go away, Parvati!"

Draco frowned and looked up at the door, reading it's the girls' bathroom. "I'm not Parvati, whoever that person is."

Hermione strained her ears to listen to the voice and gasped when she realized it was Draco Malfoy. "Go away, Malfoy, you're unwanted here."

He scowled and pushed the door open. He stepped inside and paused when he saw Hermione curled up in the corner, with her eyes red and swollen.

"What are you doing here?" Draco snapped, pointing his wand at her. "This is a surprise. Saint Granger, breaking the rules." He smirked nastily.

Hermione ignored him, and continued wiping the tears away. However, the tears kept flowing freely from her eyes.

Draco couldn't explain it, but something inside him felt like he wanted to just go and comfort her. He looked at her face, and noticed it growing pink and wet. Sighing, he lowered his wand and placed it back inside his pocket. He crossed his arms and examined her.

"What happened to you?" He blurted out.

Hermione glared at him, "Nothing."

"Clearly it's something, Granger." He snapped. "Shouldn't you be running along now? Wouldn't want to miss the feast and your pathetic friends, now do you?"

She felt humiliated to be feeling weak towards him. But she's a stubborn girl, and didn't want to do what he's telling her to do. "I'll be there in a minute" She lied.

Draco didn't move.

She looked up at him and frowned, "You can leave"

Draco smirked, "No, I think I'll stay. After all, if the Professors are here, I can tell them that I was trying to get you out of here. They'll award me points for thoughtfulness, and dock points on you for stupidness"

Hermione gave him a dirty look and crossed her arms. "Shut up." She turned to her side, and faced the bathroom stalls.

Draco leaned against the wall, staring at her. "How do you say your first name again?"

She rolled her eyes, "Her-my-oh-knee."

He raised an eyebrow, "Her-my-oh-knee. That's a stupid name."

To his sudden surprise, Hermione laughed.

"At least you can pronounce it." She said softy, still facing the bathroom stalls.

He frowned, "As stupid as your name sounds, it's not that hard to say."

"I know. I just suddenly remembered a friend I had when I was younger." She turned her head to face him, all sadness disappeared. "He couldn't even say my name, so he had to give me a nickname."

Her expression suddenly appeared sad again as she looked down at his foot, "But I haven't seen him in so long." She sighed deeply and looked back to his face. "He was my best friend, you know?"

Draco stared at her with such intensity, that she quickly looked away to hide the redness appearing on her cheeks.

Draco felt like his breath was shortening, as he realized her mini story sounded familiar.

"Do you think I care, Granger?" He snapped, trying to appear bored.

Hermione glared at him, before turning back to gaze at the bathroom stalls.

Draco examined her and felt curiosity overcome him. "What was the nickname he gave you, Granger?"

Hermione scoffed, "Why? You said you don't care."

"What was your nickname?" He retorted, feeling scared and angry the same time.

Hermione stared at him, shaking her head. "Honestly, stop acting as if you care."

Draco took a threatening stepped towards her, fingering his wand. "Granger. What the hell was your nickname?"

She bit her bottom lip, comparing those familiar angered silver eyes as her childhood friend. She looked up at him and was surprised to hear herself whispering. "He used to call me, Herminee"

Draco felt like something was tightening around his chest. No, this couldn't be her. His Herminee was a muggle, for goodness sake! He remembered she said she didn't believe in magic.

But, Granger's Muggle-born...He took a step back, staring at her. No, that's impossible, it can't be.

Hermione noticed his changed of behavior and frowned, "Malfoy? Are you okay?" She got up and walked towards him.

He continued staring at her, shaking his head. "No, you can't be" He muttered, looking at her up and down.

"I can't be what?" She asked in confusion, reaching out to him.

Something in Draco snapped, "Don't touch me, Granger!"

He quickly turned around and slammed the door shut, leaving Hermione curling up in the corner and feeling hurt again.

He quickly loosened his collar, and felt his forehead sweating.

No, Granger is not Herminee. Herminee is a muggle! Granger's a Mudblood! He kept thinking to himself, as he entered the Great Hall and sat next to his friends. It can't be her! It must be just a coincidence, that's all.

"Where you been, Draco?" Pansy asked, passing him a plate.

"Nothing." Draco replied quickly, eating a piece of chocolate and automatically feeling better.

Few minutes later, his Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Quirrel came sprinting towards the teachers and screamed, "Troll! In the dungeon! Thought you ought to know!" And suddenly fainted.  **

The whole place started booming with fright, as the students screamed and the teachers trying to order them to calm down. Prefects were calling out their younger students, and the teachers were leading the older students.

"What's a troll doing here?" Crabbe asked.

"No idea" Pansy muttered, getting up and following the Slytherin prefect.

Draco glanced at the Gryffindor table and felt his stomach sinking low again, noticing Hermione hadn't come back.

They quickly went to the Slytherin dungeon, and waited. He sat on a couch and couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"I didn't even bring any cupcakes" Goyle complained, sinking the cushion as he sat next to Draco.

"Fatass" Pansy muttered, crossing her arms."Honestly, there's a troll on the loose and you're thinking of food?"

Goyle shrugged, and sighed.

About half an hour later, they got the signal that it was safe to go back.

"There you are!" Blaise said, coming to Draco's side. "Where you been, Draco?"

"No where, Blaise." Draco muttered, shoving his hands inside his pocket as they walked inside the Great Hall.

Everyone was already settled as he glanced back at the Gryffindor table.

Odd, even Weasley and Potter wasn't there.

Pansy poked him on the sides, "What's that Granger doing standing by the door? She looks like a loner" She sneered.

Draco shot his head at the door's direction and felt a rush of relief he didn't understand. "What is she doing?" He asked.

They suddenly noticed Harry and Ron walk inside and paused when they saw Hermione. They watched as Hermione said something to them and they grinned at her. Hermione looked perfectly happy again as she sat next to Harry and Ron.

"I guess they're her boyfriends now" Pansy smirked, shoving chocolate in her mouth.

Draco glared at them with disgust.

Another reason to hate Granger besides her being Muggle-born. He glanced at Hermione, She just became friends with ScarHead and Weasel.

Later that night, he stared at the ceiling with too much thoughts running in his head. He turned his head towards his desk and reached for the necklace Herminee gave him. He shook his head and chuckled to himself.

No, Granger is not Herminee. Draco lied to himself, placing the necklace back down. He rolled to his sides and closed his eyes, everything around him going black.

Throughout their first year, Draco and Hermione has been insulting each other less. He still managed to make fun of Harry and Ron, and would do anything to get them in trouble. But one time, that only landed him in detention with them in the forbidden forest. He kept ignoring Hermione and only gave her dirty looks when they crossed paths, and exchanged small insults once in a while. His main target was mostly the Weasel and ScarHead.

Draco was slightly impressed when Professor Dumbledore awarded 50 points to Hermione for cool logic during their last day of school. He heard the news that Harry, Ron and Hermione sneaked to help Harry protect the sorcerer's stone.

However, the thought of her joining Harry and Ron facing danger, made him secretly feel protective over her. He didn't understand why he felt that, and it even angered and disgusted him.

His thoughts were interrupted when he realized Neville has been awarded points for some rubbish about standing up to friends. His was face contorted into shock and anger, and he didn't even notice Ron was pointing and laughing at him. The whole Great Hall was suddenly changed from slytherin colors to Gryffindor colors.

He glanced at the Gryffindor table and sneered when he made eye contact with Hermione. She gave him a satisfied smirk and turned back to her friends, celebrating the fact they just won the House Cup.


** "Troll! In the dungeon! Thought you ought to know!" (JK Rowling, sorcerers stone,pg 172)

Chapter 7: Second Year: Mudbloods
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Chapter 7

"Ah, is that the letter from Hogwarts?" Narcissa asked, staring at the white envelope in Draco's hands.

Draco glared at the letter and shrugged. "Maybe."

"Well go on then, open it." Lucius frowned, sitting on the couch across from Draco. "What's your grades?"

Draco ripped the letter open and unfolded the paper inside. He glanced at the paper and smiled, handing it to his parents.

"It's not bad. I got an O in Potions! Only two P's though, but that's okay. The rest are E's and A's." He said proudly, watching his parents look over his grades.

Narcissa looked at the letter with pursed lips as Lucius raised one delicate eyebrown.

"How could you have P on Charms and History of Magic, Draco? You need to raise your grades a bit better. Who's got the highest score from the exams?" Lucius asked, handing the grades back to his son.

Draco's smirk vanished, replacing a scowl. "Some girl in Gryffindor beat everyone in our year."

Narcissa's eyebrows raised. "Oh? What's her name?"

"No doubt she's a Pureblood?" Lucius asked, also interested.

Draco felt uneasy and cleared his throat. "No. Her name's Hermione Granger. Muggle-born."

His pale face growing red from shame, as his parents stared at him with disbelief. How else were their parents suppose to react when they find out their son, all pure blood of magic, has been beaten by a girl with no magic back round?

"Granger? Harry Potter's friend?" Narcissa asked. She didn't looked at all pleased. "I read in the Daily Prophet about Potter, Granger and your co-worker's son Weasley being Hogwarts hero's last year."

Lucius shook his head, looking completely disappointed. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Draco. I expect you to get better grades and beat that Granger girl."

Draco folded the letter back and shoved it inside the envelope, feeling hot in the face. He threw the envelope to the couch and sighed impatiently.

"I'll do better if I had something fun at school. I'm not even in the Slytherin team." Draco huffed, crossing his arms.

"Draco, stop. Come now, we should go get your school supplies. If you promise to do well your second year, I'll get you a new racing broom." Lucius said, standing up and heading towards the door.

Draco's face lit up and stood up as well, following his father and walking to his side.

"Draco, hurry up will you? I need to stop by to see Mr. Borgin." Lucius Malfoy called out to Draco.

Draco groaned and fastened his pace so he could be beside his father. "I don't see why I need to come to see Mr. Borgin."

He followed Lucius as they entered a shop, hearing the bell ringing from their entrance.

Draco's eyes caught an object and started walking towards it with curiosity. As he reached for it, his father told him not to touch it. He looked at his father in annoyance telling him that he promised to give him a gift.

Even Harry Potter got something.

He started complaining how Harry Potter got the Nimbus Two Thousand and how he got special permission from their Headmaster to be in the Gryffindor team. As he kept rambling, Mr Borgin showed them the Hand of Glory. Draco stared at it in awe, but his thoughts were interrupted when he heard his father complaining about his grades.

"It's not my fault!" Draco retorted, "The teachers all have favorites, that Hermione Granger- -" **

"I would have thought you'd be ashamed that a girl of no wizard family beat you in every exam," Lucius snapped. **

Draco felt anger rush over him, but he didn't say anything. He was starting to hate that annoying Hermione again. She was making him look like a complete fool in front of his people, without even knowing it.

Stupid Granger. Draco angrily thought to himself, feeling livid as he looked at the place.

He was so caught up with anger, he didn't know Hermione's best friend was also in the same shop, hiding from them in the back round. His green eyes beaming, as he watched the pale boy looking abashed and red.

"Hey look at that midget with Potter" Crabbe snickered, elbowing Draco in the sides.

Draco looked up and sneered, watching Harry, Ron and Hermione talking to a very small, mousy-haired boy from Gryffindor house. He saw the boy looking up at Harry in fondness, with a muggle looking camera in his hand.

"What are they talking about?" Draco asked, crossing his arms and glancing at Hermione, who was reading a book the entire time.

He was still angry about her beating him in every class. He haven't felt so embarrassed and ashamed until Hermione came and ruined his school year. He realized he didn't really hate hate her. But she was in the line of getting close to it. Especially since she's a Muggle-born and best friends with Weasley and Potter.

He strained his ears to hear eavesdrop.

The bloody kid is asking for an autograph from him?

"Signed photos? You're giving out signed photos, Potter?" Draco asked, obnoxiously loud. "Everyone line up! Harry Potter's giving out signed photos!"

He noticed Hermione glaring at his direction, but he didn't care. He wanted to embarrass them good.

Harry glared at Draco with his fist clenching, telling him to shut up.

Hermione went back to her book, trying to ignore the childish argument in front of her. Go away, Malfoy! Hermione groaned to herself, glaring at him over her book. She watched as the little boy name Colin, call Draco jealous.

She snickered loudly when she saw Draco's face redden again, but had the sneer plastered in his face.

Him jealous? Of what? He don't want a foul scar across his head. He told them he didn't think getting ones head cut open makes them that special.

Someone's really jealous, alright. Hermione thought to herself.

She frowned, when she heard Ron say something to Draco. That caused Draco to snap back and started imitating Ron's mother.

She glanced to the side and noticed their teacher, Gilderoy Lockhart, coming towards them. Her heart was fluttering intensely, as her favorite teacher came towards them, beaming.

She turned around just in time to see Ron whipping his broken wand out, and whispered, "Look out!"

Lockhart came striding towards them, wearing a huge grin on his face, asking about signing autographs.

Hermione couldn't help but giggle when her favorite teacher flung an arm around Harry's shoulders. Harry looked at Ron and Hermione helplessly, and groaned in annoyance as Colin took the picture of them. She glanced back at Draco, who was smirking at Harry's face as he slid back to the crowd.

"That sucks." Ron snickered, watching Lockhart drag Harry away with him.

Hermione shrugged and went back to her book. "Right."

"Wish that was you, Weasley?" Draco asked, walking towards them with Crabbe and Goyle.

Ron sat next to Hermione and glared at him. "Get lost, Malfoy."

Draco smirked and crossed his arms. "No, I don't think I will."

Hermione snapped her book shut and stood up, glaring at him. "Maybe you wish that was you? I think little Colin is right, you are jealous aren't you? That's why you always find a way to make Harry's life miserable! You're just jealous." She smirked when she saw Draco's face lit up with something.

Draco automatically felt a rush of admiration towards the impossible girl for standing up to him, but he right away shoved that away behind his head. He kept telling himself that her bravery was really annoying.

"Hermione." Ron warned, tugging on her sleeves.

"You better watch your friend, Weasley." Draco said dangerously, his eyes glued to Hermione's still.

Ron got up as well. "Are you threatening her?"

Draco looked at Hermione intensely, "Maybe."

He saw a familiar angry spark in Hermione's eyes. He couldn't help but suddenly think about his childhood friend Herminee, and faltered.

Stop thinking like that! Draco sneered to himself, still glaring back at Ron and Hermione.

The school bell rang, causing them to finally separate. Ron pulled Hermione with him, as they followed Harry and Lochkart's direction.

"Stupid git." Ron muttered, his arm still on Hermione.

She turned her head to glance back at Draco, but was surprised to see his face completely blank and staring back.

"Let's sit over there, we'll have a better view of Harry and my brothers." Ron said, sitting on a bench and watching the Gryffindor team.

Hermione glanced at the stands and laughed when she saw Colin taking pictures of Harry.

"He reminds me of paparazzi's." She giggled, watching Harry trying to ignore Colin.

"What?" Ron asked in confusion.

"Never mind." She replied dismissively.

"What the?" He said suddenly, pointing to several people with green robes walking towards the Gryffindor team.

"That doesn't look good." Hermione groaned, watching the team captains argue.

"Let's check it out." Ron said, standing up.

Hermione followed him and crossed his arms, glaring at the Slytherin team. She noticed Draco was in the middle, and shot him a dirty look which he gladly shot one back.

Ron interrupted the little battle between the Slytherin and Gryffindor team by asking what the problem was. His gaze flickered at Draco and demanded to know what he was doing there.

"I'm the new Slytherin seeker, Weasley," Draco said, smugly. "Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father's bought our team." **

He grinned evilly when he saw the way Ron stared at his brand new broom.

That's right, Weasley. You know you can't afford this. Draco thought to himself as he told them to raffle their team's old broomsticks. Maybe then they can afford something almost as luxurious as his own broom.

Hermione wanted nothing more than to smack that annoying smirk on his face. She glanced at Ron's red face and glared back at Draco.

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," Hermione said sharply, giving Draco a dirty look. "They got in on pure talent." **

The smug look on Malfoy's face flickered. He could hear the crowd around them getting quiet, and felt that familiar embarrassment tingling his skin.

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood." Draco spat, trying to drown his sudden guilt with hate.

Hermione felt confused. What does that mean?

Suddenly everyone around them started reacting and next thing he knows, Ron flew backward onto the grass. Belching up several slugs.

Hermione and Harry took Ron by the arms, and quickly walked away from them. Hermione turned back and gave Draco a threatening look, before giving her attention back to her best friend.

Hermione laid on her bed, silent tears springing from her eyes. She had found out a few weeks ago from Ron that Mudblood is a foul word for someone like her. Someone born with non-magical parents.

But why does it matter is she was Muggle-born? Her parents were extremely proud of her for being a witch and getting top marks. How could she have blood that's dirty? She and Harry didn't understand in the first place.

Few days ago, her, Ron and Harry was walking along a corridor after Nearly Headless Nick's Deathday party.

She had felt completely scared on the inside when they noticed the threatening writing on the wall:


She remembered Draco's evil smirk when he saw Filch's cat petrified on the wall. He turned to Hermione and smirked, saying Mudblood's are next.

Ever since then, she's been feeling scared on the inside.

She tossed to her side and remembered what their teacher said today about the Chamber.

"Unleash the horror within," Hermione muttered to herself, repeating her teacher's words. "Ugh, but what does that mean?"

She glared at her alarm clock and decided she will be doing a lot more research about it first thing tomorrow.

Draco walked alone on a corridor and stopped abruptly when he noticed voices coming from an abandoned girls' bathroom.

He hid to the side and gaped with surprise when he saw Harry, Ron and Hermione emerging out of the bathroom.

"Honestly, that was almost cheerful for Myrtle. Let's go." He heard Hermione said, dragging the guys out of the bathroom.

What was Potter and Weasley doing in a bathroom with Granger? Draco thought to himself, for some reason feeling annoyed about it.


Draco jumped up, but was glad he was still hidden. He watched as Ron's older brother Percy, walking barging towards them and giving Ron and Harry a hard time about them being in the girls' bathroom. He couldn't help but smirk, watching Ron's face redden with anger.

"Five points from Gryffindor!" Percy bellowed, muttering a few more words about writing to their mother. He walked away from them and noticed Draco. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." Draco shrugged. "You can't dock points for me, for just hanging out here, can you? it's not late after hours."

Percy glared at Draco, "Get to class." And walked away from him, continuing his leadership duties.

He turned around and watched Ron and Harry exchange words with Hermione.

"I'm going to go in the library, you two." Hermione assured them. "I'll meet you guys at the common room."

Harry and Ron exchanged looks and nodded, walking away from her.

Hermione glanced back at the bathroom and sighed. "See you later, Myrtle." She said sweetly.

"Who's Myrtle?" Draco snapped, showing himself from his hiding place.

Hermione jumped up and whipped her wand out. But when she saw the sight of Draco, she let out breath of relief.

"Don't scare me like that!" Hermione said breathlessly, tucking her wand back.

Draco eyed her odd behavior and crossed his arms. "Why so tense, Granger?"

"None of your business, Malfoy." Hermione retorted, shoving away from him.

"You need to show some respect, Mudblood." Draco sneered, following her.

Hermione looked back and glared, "Stop following me."

She turned around, trying to hide the hurt he caused.

He noticed her fingering her wand, but didn't stop.

"Obviously me following you annoys you, so I think I'll continue." Draco smirked.

Hermione continued ignoring him as she walked inside the library, taking books off the shelves and sitting on a nearby desk. She ignored Draco pulling a seat loudly and sitting down across from her.

What is this git doing? Hermione thought to herself, completely annoyed. She continued flipping through the pages, still researching about this Chamber of Secrets.

"How do you do it?" Draco asked rudely, interrupting her concentration.

"What?" She asked, completely confused.

"How did you managed to beat everyone from the final exam's last year, when you're nothing but a Mudblood?" Draco sneered, leaning on his chair and rudely putting his feet on the table.

Hermione scowled at him disapprovingly, "I study."

He scoffed at her response. "I hope this monster in the chamber gets you, Granger."

For some reason, he felt sick saying that. But he didn't care.

She rolled her eyes, "Leave me alone."

She absently fiddled with a necklace around her neck, but still kept most of it underneath her shirt.

"What's that, Granger?" Draco snapped, glaring at her hidden necklace.

"None of your business." Hermione spat back, glaring at her book.

Draco brought his hands to his neck and traced a necklace as well, but didn't say anything else.

Herminee. He suddenly thought. He stared at Hermione and frowned. "Herminee."

Hermione's concentration shattered and brought her head up to look at him.

"What?" Her eyes widened. "What did you just call me?"

She stared at Draco and did small comparisons of him and Drake. The little boy who used to call her that same name.

Both blond hair, both silver eyes, both pale faces.

I think they're also the same age. She thought to herself, studying him.

She gasped.

No. No. No. No. No. Impossible.

"Malfoy, what did you call me?" She needed confirmation. Maybe she misheard him.

Draco noticed his error and quickly got up. Masking his face with disgust. "I called you a Mudblood." He kicked his chair back to the table and spat, "No matter how much you study, you still don't belong in our world." Harsh, Draco. He silently thought to himself, watching Hermione's reaction.

Hermione's eyes flickered with confusion and anger as she watched Draco walking away from her as if she had a contagious disease.


"Git." She muttered, also getting up and heading towards the common room. She was still wondering who could be the heir of Slytherin and forgot all about the too familiar comparison between Draco and Drake.

I didn't want to add the citations in the story because it would be distracting, so i put them down here:

 Quotes with ** with Draco, Lucius, and Borgin (borgin n burkes scene) is from Jk Rowling, Chamber of secrets, pg 50.

Quotes with ** with Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco (mudblood scene) is from Jk Rowling, Chamber of secrets, pg 112

Chapter 8: Second Year: No Way
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Chapter 8

"Hermione, I don't think - -"

"This could go seriously wrong - -"

Hermione gave Ron and Harry an impatient glare. "The potion will be useless without Crabbe's and Goyle's hair. You do want to investigate Malfoy, don't you?"

Ever since attacks of Muggle-borns have increased, the three of them has been suspecting Draco Malfoy as the heir of Slytherin. At first, Hermione thought it was ridiculous. But, she thought of a clever idea for the truth to be known. She had told them about a potion called, the Polyjuice Potion, where they can turn into three of Draco's friends, Crabbe, Goyle, and Millicent and interrogate him with questions about the Chamber of Secrets.

"I'm going to check on the Polyjuice Potion. Don't forget these." She shoved the cupcakes in their hands and turned to walk away.

"Have you ever heard of a plan where so many things can go wrong?" Ron asked Harry.

Harry shrugged, "She knows what she's doing. Alright, lets hide near the entrance hall before Crabbe and Goyle leaves."

Draco raised an eyebrow as he watched the two leave, carrying a handful of cupcakes and other sweets with them. "Weasley must be poorer than I thought."

"What?" Crabbe asked, confused.

"Nevermind." Draco said, rolling his eyes.

"Have you heard the rumors flying around?" Crabbe asked, stuffing his face with a cupcake.

"What?" Draco asked impatiently.

"Potter's the new heir of Slytherin." Pansy scoffed as she plopped down next to Draco.

He gaped at them and smirked, "Ridiculous. Potter's friends with Blood traitors and Mudbloods. I swear, Salazar himself must be tossing and turning in his grave as we speak."

"Do you know who it is then?" Goyle asked, pointing his chubby fingers at Draco.

Draco sighed and shrugged, "Not a clue." He got up from the tabke and told them he was going to go for a walk.

As he exited the entrance hall, his legs began leading him towards the dungeon. He stopped walking when he heard a door shut quietly and turned his head to see a petite female figure with big hair walking quickly, with a black plastic bag over her shoulder. He smirked evilly, thinking what a perfect opportunity to taunt Potter and Weasley's Mudblood.

"What's that you got there, Granger?" Draco called out.

Hermione paused. Oh no! Malfoy! She panicked to herself as and turned to face him. "What?"

"What's that in your bag?" He asked again, walking towards her.

Slytherin robes, you git. She gave him a dirty look, "None of your business."

"Funny. You just came out of the Slytherin laundry room." Draco smirked. "As I am a Slytherin, I believe it is my business."

"That's utterly ridiculous, Malfoy! Why would I be in your guy's laundry room? That's just disgusting." Hermione gasped, trying so hard to sound surprised and angry at his sudden accusation and failing.

Draco noticed her face getting red with nervousness. "You really are a bad liar." He took a step closer to her and smirked as she backed away. "I'm going to ask you one last time, Granger. What's in the bag?'

Hermione's uneasy feeling turned to anger. "Piss off."

Draco took a step back, when he saw her pulling out her wand. "How dare you talk to me like that, Mudblood!"

She rolled her eyes and muttered a spell, causing the plastic bag to shrink. She quickly put the mini bag in her robe pocket and glared at Malfoy as she put her wand away. "Whatever, Malfoy."

He felt anger rushing through his veins as she walked away from him. "Hope you didn't forget the words I said, Granger! You're the next Mudblood the heir of Slytherin will attack!"

Hermione felt herself shiver with uneasiness, but continued walking away from him. She opened the door of the girls' bathroom and enlarged the plastic bag. She took out the borrowed Slytherin robes she took from the laundry room and folded them neatly in the side. She glanced at the Polyjuice Potion and waited for her friends.

In the next couple of hours, Hermione glared at the hospital wing's ceiling. "Go away, you guys. I'll be fine."

Ron nodded and grabbed Harry's arm as they walked towards the door. The last thing she heard before the door shut closed was Ron saying, "I still can't believe she has a tail."

It turned out, the hair Hermione got was not Millicent's, but her cat. She huffed as she sat up from the hospital bed, feeling incredibly stupid for not getting the right hair. She sighed angrily and laid back down, contemplating with what they found out.

Draco was not the heir of Slytherin, after all. But still, all those rude comments about her blood was really unnecessary.

"You have no life, I swear."

Hermione turned around quickly and groaned when she spotted Draco, leaning against the bookcase. Just because he wasn't the heir of Slytherin, it didn't mean he wasn't dangerous. "Miss me, Draco?"

"Shut up, Granger. As if I'm happy to see you." Draco lied.

In the past weeks, he realized Hermione had been absent in all of her classes. As the days of her absence increased, he felt a weird feeling of uneasiness. He didn't know what it was, but he caught himself wondering what happened to her.

Then he heard rumors of her being attacked, and he felt something in his chest tightening. He couldn't explain the feeling he felt, but for some reason, he was scared for her. He hates to admit it, but she's one of the strongest student's in this school. If the monster could attack her, it can attack pretty much anyone.

But no. She's here in front of him, standing and breathing. He stared at her and asked rudely, "Where have you been?"

She grabbed a book about basilisks and headed towards a nearby table. "What are you talking about?" She asked impatiently, flipping through the pages.

"You missed all your classes for like nearly two weeks. That's very unlike you, Granger. What, you finally realize you're not worth learning magic?" Draco sneered, crossing his arms and glaring at her.

Hermione rolled her eyes and paused on a page, reading a paragraph.

Draco felt his patience running low. "Mudblood. I'm talking to you."

She looked up and glared at him. "I have a name, Malfoy. And as for my absences, how nice of you to care. I've been in the hospital wing the whole time. I was extremely ill, that Madam Pomfrey made me stay in bed." She lied.

Draco continued staring at her, but nodded. "Good. Wouldn't want your filth contaminating others."

Hermione sighed heavily and went back to her reading. "Whatever."

"It's a pity seeing you here, actually." Draco said.

Really, he's still here? She looked up again and frowned, "What do you mean?"

"All those missed classes, and everyone thought you were attacked." Draco rolled his eyes.

She shrugged and smirked, "Well they thought wrong."

The proud smug in her face annoyed Draco immensely. "You have no idea how happy I was to think you were finally attacked. I was hoping for you to be the next victim of death, but you being petrified is better than nothing. But since that's not happening, I'm forced to smell the stench reeking your filthy blood."

He kept going and going, ignoring the back of his head to stop. He had to hate this woman. He had to. She's a Mudblood. Yeah, he felt scared when he thought she was attacked, but those feelings are frowned upon. Still, he could not believe the words he threw at her.

When he finished, Hermione opened her mouth to speak but then decided against it and paused. She then took a deep breath and cleared her throat. "So in other words, you want me dead."

She felt her eyes beginning to sting with water as she remembered what Ron and Harry told her. Draco told them he wished she was the next Muggle-born to be murdered by the monster. It still pained her when they told her that.

Draco was remembering the same thing she was. He stared at her with surprise by her bluntness, but didn't say anything. He still felt disgusting for saying such a thing. He hates her yes, but does he really hate hate her?

He noticed her eyes getting shinier with tears, and felt a stab of guilt.

For some reason, he began thinking of Herminee. The way her eyes would water when he had insulted her in front of Blaise, when they were younger. That added more into the guilt.

He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a girl Ravenclaw prefect. He glanced at the girl and recognized her as the girl who always hung around with that snobbish other Weasley, Percy.

"Hermione, you okay?" The girl asked. She shot Draco a look before walking towards her.

Hermione blinked the tears away and nodded. "Of course, Penelope."

Penelope Clearwater nodded, but looked unconvinced. She turned her attention to Draco and raised an eyebrow. "Anything you need, Malfoy?"

Draco glanced at Hermione, wanting to tell her he's sorry. Instead he said, "I need that Mudblood to stay out of my sight." He nodded towards Hermione, who glared back at him.

Penelope gasped and said coldly, "I will be speaking to Professor Snape about you Malfoy. For using that word, I believe weeks of detention will be good. Go back to your dormitories." She turned around to face Hermione, stating the conversation was over.

Without another word, he turned around and left.

Penelope placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." Hermione nodded, "Aren't you a Muggle-born as well?"

Penelope shrugged and sat next to her. "Yeah, but who cares. I just hope they find who the culprit is, so we can be safe again."

Hermione went back to her reading, and scanned through the paragraphs until she gasped.

"What?" Penelope asked quickly.

Hermione quickly opened her bag and pulled out a quill. She tore a page off the book and wrote the word, pipes in the side of the margin.

"Damaging school property, Hermione?" Penelope asked in surprise and approval. "I thought you wouldn't like that."

Hermione grinned and folded the paper in her hands. "I'll put it back with a spell." She took a mirror out of her bag and stood up. "Walk with me?"

Penelope nodded and asked, "What's with the mirror?"

"Oh, I'm trying to see how I look with my tamed hair." Hermione quickly made up.

They both exited the library and heard a sound around the nearby corner.

"What's that?" Penelope asked suddenly, walking towards the sound.

Hermione grabbed her arm and shook her head. "Don't!"

She took the mirror and angled it to see if the corner was clear.

"What are you doing?" Penelope asked confusingly.

Hermione gasped with firght, "Penelope! Whatever you do, don't- -"

Penelope's screams could have been heard within miles, if anyone was there. She screamed with wide eyes at Hermione's petrified stiff body and glanced at the mirror by Hermione's side. She gasped in horror when she saw the reflection, and felt the feeling of being petrified herself until her high pitched screams were silenced.

"What does McGonagall mean about future Quidditch practices are postponed!" Draco yelled angrily at the Slytherin common room.

"Two Mudblood's had been attacked." Pansy smirked, sitting next Millicent.

Draco rolled his eyes, "So what? That doesn't mean they need to cancel things."

"Yes well, the Professor's are scared of course. They might even closed down the school." Pansy shrugged.

Draco scoffed. "This school is ridiculous anyway." He plopped down on a couch and stared at the fireplace, feeling grumpy that he couldn't go flying by himself anymore. "Who's the two Mudblood's that got attacked, anyway?"

"I don't know the other girl, but the other one was Granger." Goyle chuckled with delight.

Draco's head snapped up and turned sharply to their direction. "No," He said harshly, "Granger hasn't been attacked. I was talking to her yesterday."

"When? Because apparently, that's when she was attacked." Pansy said.

He shook his head, "I was making fun of her in the library and left when some idiot girl kicked me out just because she was a prefect."

Pansy gasped, "Well the other girl was a prefect, Draco. Maybe they both were attacked after you left them. They were found in a petrified state near the library." She gasped again, then stared at him with a wild expression."You're not - -"

"No! I'm not the damn heir of Slytherin!" Draco snapped. He turned back to the fireplace, still shaking his head with disbelief. "You guys are wrong. Granger hasn't been petrified."

"Shouldn't you be happy, Draco?" Blaise asked, closing the common room door closed. "I just came in, but I know you guys are talking about Granger."

Draco didn't say anything, except stare at the fire. He shook his head again in denial, "I would be if she really is petrified."

Blaise rolled his eyes and sat on the opposite couch. "She is."

"She's not." Draco snapped.

"Stop shaking your head will you! It's getting annoying" Pansy huffed, grabbing her bag and pulling out her homework. "Blaise, help me with potions?"

Blaise nodded and got up, glancing at Draco. "You're wish has been granted, Draco. She's in the hospital wing with that Clearwater girl." He walked towards Pansy, leaving Draco alone.

Granger can't be petrified, no. He just spoke to her last night. That's impossible. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he will check for himself.

"Mr. Malfoy, what happened to your hand?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

Draco held his bleeding hand up and faked winced, "I was cutting up ingredients in potions, when I accidentally cut myself deeply with the knife. Professor Snape told me to come here."

Madam Pomfrey sighed and guided him towards an empty bed. She took his hand and examined it, shaking her head. "You did cut it deeply. Wait here, so I can get the supplies for the bacteria to get off the wounds."

Draco nodded and watched as she walked away. Draco looked around the hospital wing and noticed a couple of beds had curtains around them.

Probably the petrified ones. Draco thought to himself, as he stared at the couple of beds. He got up and stared opening one of the curtains and noticed the petrified person was a Gryffindor name Colin.

He closed the curtain and proceeded to do the same with the other one. He opened the next one and paused when he recognized the girl prefect who kicked him out in the library.

He felt his breath shortening and his heart beating faster. The rumors said the prefect and Hermione was attacked the same time. If the girl was here, that means Hermione must be here.

"Mr. Malfoy what are you doing?" Madam Pomfrey snapped, rushing towards him and closing the curtain shut.

"Sorry, I was looking for... someone." Draco whispered, following her towards the empty bed.

She ignored him and cleansed the cut and muttered a spell to close the wounds. "Now, wait here. I need to get Professor Snape so he can escort you back to your common room." She started walking towards the door and turned to look at him. "Don't let me catch you again, Mr. Malfoy. These victim's has gone through enough. Give them some respect." She opened the door and left him.

Draco turned around and quickly ran towards the other bed, and opening the curtain. He stared down at the petrified Justin Finch-Fletchley before closing it back roughly and continued.

He stopped when he saw the last bed with curtains. He rushed towards it and paused, his hand on the curtain. Don't be Granger. He secretly pleaded. He opened the curtains fast and felt his breathing caught between his throat. He shook his head slowly with wide eyes, staring down at Hermione's petrified body. No, it can't be.

He breathed deeply and held out a shaky hand, towards her curls. "Granger, no." He breathed raggedly. He wanted nothing more than to go back in time and eat his words. He never wanted her to be petrified or die. It was just his pride and stubborness speaking, not him.

He continued staring at her face and felt his heart hammering against his ribcage. He didn't realize he was holding onto her cold hands, but didn't care. No one was with him to judge him and tell him how to behave. For now, he was going to act like himself and how he feels. Right now, he feels horrible.

He cupped her cheek and absently caressed it with his thumb. "I'm sorry." He mumbled painfully. He never apologizes, so this was new to him. He continued caressing her face until something around her neck caught his attention. Frowning, he reach for the necklace and gasped.

No way.

"It's not a girl necklace, Drake! It's a friendship necklace. Here look," Herminee drew out a necklace on her neck that has been hiding under her shirt. It's identical to Draco's but hers had a pink bead. "See? Mine is pink for a girl and yours is blue for boy. Wearing it is a sign of our friendship."

Draco stared at the silver chained necklace with a pink bead. Thoughts rushing through his head as he stared at Hermione with wide eyes.

Hermione was Herminee.

Herminee was Hermione.

Herminee the Muggle who didn't believe in magic was actually Hermione the Muggle-born witch who exceeds in all her magical abilities.

The girl he was missing was with him inside the castle all along.

He didn't know he was clutching into her necklace until Snape's voice brought him back to reality.

"Mr. Malfoy, what are you doing?" Snape drawled lazily.

Draco let go of the necklace quickly and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Nothing, sir."

"What did I tell you, Mr Malfoy!" Madam Pomfrey yelled.

Draco didn't care that he lost 30 points. Who cares?

After Snape escorted him back to the common room, thoughts still kept running through his head. He pulled his necklace over his head and stared at the blue bead, remembering a memory.

Herminee beamed at him, "Now whenever we look at it, we'll always remember our first best friend."

Draco grinned, "Best friends."

He found himself smiling at the necklace, before putting it on top of his desk. He sighed deeply, thinking of how much of an idiot he felt. How was Hermione his first best friend? Had she known all along and not tell him? He can never look at her the same way again. He turned to stare and the ceiling, contemplating of what he just learned.

All this time, Draco was best friend's with Hermione when they were little kids.

He hated how he felt. Instead of being happy with each other, they despised one another. How could that have happened?

It's all your fault. Draco blamed himself. What am I going to do?

Before he went to sleep, he said to himself that he would not act differently, until she confronts him the truth. He will be less harsh, but he wont mention anything. Not until she remembers him herself.

terribly sorry for updating late! I just been busy =( but i have time now! lol REVIEWS will be nice =) it helps motivate me!

Chapter 9: Second Year: Confused
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Chapter 9

"Oh Miss Granger, lay back down." Madam Pomfrey hurried to Hermione's side.

Hermione looked up confusingly and mumbled, "What happened?"

"You been petrified." Madam Pomfrey explained. "Here drink this. It helps you relax."

Hermione drank it in one gulp and laid back down, watching the nurse care for the other petrified victims waking up.

"Great." A voice drawled from the entrance door.

She turned her head and scowled when she saw Draco walking towards her. "What do you want?"

Draco glared at her and tossed a bag in her bed. "The professors asked me to give you your work back."

She grabbed her bag and sighed with relief seeing her all year school work. She put the bag away and tried to settle back into bed. She noticed Draco was still standing by her side and asked, "Anything else?" Suddenly realizing Draco was staring at her intensely, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

Draco pointed to the necklace around her neck. "Where did you get that?"

"What?" Hermione asked in a confused tone. She raised a hand and traced the necklace's bead with her fingers. "Oh, it's nothing. I got it when I was a child."

Draco continued staring at her. "How?"

She raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean how? And why do you care, Malfoy?"

Before Draco could answer back, Harry and Ron shoved the door open.

"HERMIONE!" They yelled in unison, surprise and happiness in their faces when they saw their friend was awake and unpetrified.

Hermione beamed, "HARRY! RON!"

Harry and Ron rushed towards her side and engulfed her with hugs.

"We've missed you!" Harry cried, letting go of her.

Hermione felt her eyes watering with contentment as Ron let her go.

"You solved it! You solved it!" She beamed, clutching into their arms.

"Pathetic." Draco muttered, glaring at the trio.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione snapped their head at his direction as if they just realized he was there.

"What's he doing here?" Ron asked, feeling suspicious.

"He came to drop off my end of the year school works." Hermione explained, pointing towards her bag.

Ron nodded and turned back to Draco. "Well you can leave now, you know."

"His father came to visit Dumbledore while I was there." Harry said, looking at Draco.

Draco shifted his attention to Harry and raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"Mr. Malfoy is here?" Hermione asked curiously. "What for?"

"I think he put the diary of Tom Riddle in Ginny's belongings. I saw it during Diagon Alley, I just didn't say anything at the time." Harry explained to his friends.

Draco felt his face reddening. How dare he make stuff up. "Spreading rumors, Scarhead?"

"Also, I freed Dobby." Harry continued proudly. "He deserved to be a free elf."

Draco's jaw dropped. "Quit lying, Potter."

"Hey Malfoy, did you know your father also got sacked as school governor?" Ron snickered, enjoying Draco's embarrassment.

Draco glared at Harry and Ron and lingered his gaze at Hermione, causing her to blush.

"Leave him alone you guys. He's not worth it." Hermione said, giving him a sharp look.

Harry and Ron agreed and sat next to her, explaining to her everything she missed while she was petrified. She glanced at Draco, who gave her a blank expression, as he walked away.

After the feast, she bumped into him and noticed he's been walking around the castle looking resentful and sulking all over the place.

"Why is he acting all weird?" Hermione muttered to herself. She took a deep breath and traced the necklace again.

Deciding against her better judgment, she followed him silently. They reached to a place near the black lake, away from Hogwarts. Hermione turned around nervously, not wanting to get caught, especially with Draco Malfoy.

She accidentally stepped in a leaf, causing Draco to whip his head around, facing her.

"What are you doing, Granger?" Draco snapped, watching her as she paused.

Make an excuse! Make an excuse! "Walking." She shrugged, sitting on a nearby walk and staring at the lake.

Draco continued looking at her and frowned, "Well can you get out of my sight, Mudblood? Seeing you is damaging my eye sight."

She didn't want to admit it, but that kind of hurt. "Then don't look at me."

From the corner of her eye, she saw Draco shake his head and turned back to the lake.

It was an uncomfortable long silence, that Hermione couldn't take it. "You okay?" She asked.

Draco's eyes widened slightly and glanced at her. "Why do you care, Granger?"

"Just asking." She muttered, "You been walking around looking so lifeless."

He smirked, "Never realized you were studying me. What's it about? You want to learn the difference between a Pureblood and a Mudblood?"

Hermione felt her anger boiling, and tried to take a few deep breaths. "Enlighten me."

"What?" Draco asked, facing her.

"What's the difference between a Pureblood and a Mudblood?"

"You have dirty blood and my blood's pure? I was meant to be a magical being, but you were born through Muggles, meaning you're just a copy. But Pureblood's like me, are the originals." Draco said proudly.

That's Herminee you're talking to, git. Draco reminded himself. He couldn't help it, he was a little angry with her. How can she not recognize him as the boy she befriended as a child? Unless she already knows, but doesn't want to admit it?

"You never answered my question." He said suddenly before she could reply back.

She frowned, "What question?"

He took a deep breath and asked, "Where did you get that necklace around your neck?"

Why does he care? Hermione asked herself. She looked at her necklace and took it off. "I told you, I got it when I was a child."

"Yes but how?" Draco pressed on.

It took few long seconds before Hermione answered back. "It's a friendship necklace. My childhood best friend and I have the same one, except different color bead. Mine's pink and his is blue. I haven't seen him in so long but his name's Drake."

Draco's heart began thrumming hard against his chest again. So it's true! Draco confirmed to himself. He really is talking to Herminee now. But why doesn't she recognize him?

Clearing his throat, he asked, "Where is he?"

She sighed deeply, "I don't know." She glanced at him and frowned, "But it's funny."

"What's funny?" Draco said, not meaning to sound harsh.

"You kind of resemble him." She shrugged, turning her attention back to her necklace.

I am him, Granger! He wanted to scream that to her, but only kept it to himself. "How do you know I'm not him?"

He heard Hermione snort, making him look at her.

She smirked, "Because. From what I remembered, Drake was a nice little boy. Quite the opposite of your nasty self. However, I remembered he and I got into a fight, I just forgot what it was about." She looked sad, "After that, we never spoke to each other. Oh I wish I remember!"

He remembered.

Draco looked down, feeling guilt bubbling inside him. "We can't see each other anymore, Herminee."

"Why not?" She stomped on one foot stubbornly.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Blaise giving him a sign saying the adults are almost done with their meeting.

He shoved his guilt aside and glared at Hermione once more, "I don't like you as a friend anymore. Father says your kind is filthy and dirty. I don't want mother to get mad at me for contaminating myself with the likes of you. Go away, leave me alone or else- Or else I'm going to tell on you!" He shoved pass Hermione hard, causing her to fall to the ground.

He stole a glance at Hermione and felt the palm of his hands beginning to moist. Calm yourself, Draco! He demanded to himself.

"Anyway," Hermione's voice interrupting his memory. "You sure you're okay?"

He couldn't change his attitude yet. He wants to wait until Hermione remembers him as Drake. So, he decided to be his nasty Draco self for now. "None of your business, Mudblood."

The hurt on her face made him feel like a complete fool. "I was just trying to help, Malfoy."

"Well don't." He snapped. "I told your bodyguards while you were petrified that I was disappointed you didn't die. I knew a Mudblood died the last time the Chamber was open. It really was a pity no one died this year, especially you."

Hermione gasped softly and gripped her wand tightly. "You really are an arrogant foul creature." She stood up and decided against herself to hex him. She quickly rushed away from him, looking for Harry and Ron.

Draco stared at her retreating form and sighed sadly. He untucked his own necklace and glanced at it. He wanted nothing more than to get up and grab her, tell her he's Drake, and to please open her eyes and see what's in front of her.

But he couldn't. Not with his father lording around the school today.

Please remember me. He thought to himself, grasping the necklace. Sighing, he put it back on and glared at the lake. He missed Herminee. He missed being innocent without his brain being filled with all this Pureblood and Mudblood nonsense.

"If only I had a time turner." He muttered softly.

"Talking to yourself, Mate?" Blaise smirked, walking by his side.

Draco smirked back and got up. "What's up?"

"Student's are getting ready to go back to the train. You ready to go?" Blaise asked.

Draco nodded and followed him walking to the castle.

"Did you see Granger's back?" Blaise asked.

Draco nodded, not saying anything.

"Crabbe owes me 10 galleons. He had bet that the Muggle-borns in the hospital wouldn't wake, but I said it will." He continued.

Again, Draco didn't say anything except grunt to show he was listening.

"You okay, Draco?" Blaise asked, concern written in his face.

Draco looked up and tried to give him a reassuring smile. "Just want to go home."

Blaise nodded furiously, "I know what you mean. So glad second year's over. Hopefully third year will be better, yeah?"

''Yeah." Hopefully Granger will remember me too. He thought to himself. "Second year is bloody confusing."

Blaise nodded in agreement. "I agree with you, mate. Oh look, there's Potter, Weasley, and Granger."

Draco looked up and saw the three carrying their luggage. He stared at Hermione and wanted to smack himself for not realizing how similar Herminee and Hermione was.

He watched as the wind blew her hair wildly all over the place. She dropped her luggage and tied her rebellious hair up into a pony tail. Picking up her bag, she noticed Draco staring at her, causing to blush which confused him even more. Why is she blushing? She shifted her hair to the side and ignored him.

How could he not have noticed? The first thing that caught his attention when he first saw her was her big hair.

"What are you looking at?" Pansy asked, walking towards them with Crabbe and Goyle behind her.

Draco broke his gaze from Hermione and shrugged at his friends. "Nothing. Let's go, I want to leave."

"Why was the git looking at you?" Ron asked, shooting daggers at Draco and his friends with his eyes.

Hermione snickered, "Who knows. He has no interests in Muggle-borns, remember? Now come on, Ginny wanted to tell us something in the train."

They rushed inside the train, and waited til they all entered the Muggle world together.

At least she shows some short civility towards him! and yes, Hermione will remember him in third year! =)