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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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