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Chapter 1: Memory"It's Wingardium Leviosa, not Leviosa! She's a nightmare, that one!' Ron complained loudly.
Hermione was crushed. She had been trying so hard, harder than she'd ever worked in her life, to make sure that she was at the same level as everyone else at Hogwarts, but instead, she'd ended up being classed as a know-it-all.
She'd studied tirelessly every day of the holidays, memorising her textbooks because she assumed that everyone from wizarding families would naturally just know all of the information, because they had grown up with it. Little did she realise that wizards or not, they had no advantage over her whatsoever.
She couldn't take it any longer. AS flood of tears gushed down her face and she headed in the direction of the toilets. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She attempted to hide her tearstained face
'Hermione, what's the matter?' it was, of all people, the pale boy who had introduced himself to Harry on their first day. Draco, wasn't it?
'Oh, nothing, I'll be fine' she replied pathetically, but then burst out into tears all over again. Awkwardly, Draco put an arm around her in comfort. 'It's just what Ron said, that's all.'
'Who? Ron Weasley?'
'Yes, that's him.'
'Don't listen to anything he says! He's a stupid git!' Draco replied, with a hint of malice in his voice.
'Well, it's not just him. The thing is, I was so scared that I wouldn't fit in and that I'd be behind, coming from a muggle family and…'
'What?' Draco cut her off. 'You're not a pureblood?'
Hermione gazed up at him. He was looking at her with… distaste, no, disgust.
He recoiled from her and walked away without another word.
This was the last straw for her. She fled to the bathrooms, sobbing with all her heart.
A/N: Tis only the beginning, more of a prologue than a chapter. If you have something to say, please do so via the 'review' button at the bottom of the page! (Hint, hint!) Will update ASAP:)