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Hogwarts Express.

1 September 1991. First Year.

"Draco! Guess what!" Daphne bellowed as she pranced into his compartment where he and his three friends were sitting discussing which house they would be sorted in.

"What?" he said with no interest shown in his voice. He knew Daphne for whole of his life, and therefore he assumed that whatever she was going to say, it was going to be irrelevant to him.

"There's a mudblood girl right, and she asked everyone if she could sit with them but they all said no and now... she's crying in the bathroom! " She laughed and pranced away closing the compartment door. Draco and his friends looked at each other and he saw them all trying to hold in their laughter. Although, Draco didn't seem to understand why. His father has definitely mentioned the words 'muggles' and 'mudbloods' but often his mother would try and stop him from continuing - so his understanding was always left incomplete. He decided to see who this girl was and what made her different from everybody else. He got up and exited his compartment without answering his friends' question about where he was going.

He walked down the isle and saw a bunch of girls crowded outside the bathroom where he supposed the 'mudblood' girl was at. He pushed them aside and opened the door and saw the girl crouched down on the floor wiping her tears. She gazed up at him and quickly back down to her feet. Draco entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him, the bathroom was small and didn't seem to offer enough air for two people.

"What do you want? To finish what the others have started? To tease me?" she said with a weak voice.

"No... I.. um, I wanted to use the bathroom..." he mumbled his words, he didn't know what to say. He just wanted to see her. He crouched down and faced her with her head still leaning against her knees. He saw her before, on the Platform. She was by herself, looking around like a lost puppy, her hair was insanely messy looking, her complexion was quite dull and everything about her screamed 'normal'.

She looked up at him, as soon as she felt his eyes analysing her. "You knew there was a girl crying here, and you decide to go to the same toilet, she is in? To take a piss?"

It took him a while for him to respond to her, but it wasn't really the answer she thought he'd say. "Why are you crying?" he said with his eyes still fixated on her face.

"Because I'm a mudblood and everyone hates me." she said wiping away her tears at the thought of 'mudblood' it was such a degrading word and it cut her up instantly, but she understood she had to try and be accustomed to this sort of teasing.

"... I don't." he looked at her eyes tear up more but they soon fell onto his, as she looked up at him with a bewildered expression. He smiled back at her weakly, not knowing if what he said was the correct answer or not.

"You don't?"

"Why would I hate someone, if I don't even know them."

"... well I'm Hermione Granger, and you are?" she wiped away her final tears and moved her hair out of her face.

"Malfoy. Draco, Malfoy" and at that moment, he offered his hand to her and she took it with no hesistation. She smiled at his gesture and together they walked out of the bathroom together.

Draco's first year at Hogwarts wasn't as great as he expected it to be, for starters, he learnt that apparently holding hands with a muggle-born witch on the first day meant that you were a 'blood traitor', that offering her to sit with you during classes, during meals and even in the library meant that you were 'inferior' to the rest of your kind. He didn't get it, he didn't get why people had to judge a book by it's cover. Sure, the book may not be as great of a quality as other books, but the things inside are what matters, right?

But after that school year ended, his father decided to have a word with him once he arrived home.

"Don't make any contact with that girl." his father told him bluntly as they both sat in front of the Malfoy Manor's fire place. His father glared at him, making sure that what he was saying was going into Draco's head.

"I don't want you talking to her because... well, your mother didn't want me to tell you this before but I guess it is very necessary now... Mudbloods are filthy. They are disgusting, barbaric..." he kept going on about their qualities and how much they aren't up to the standards of handling magic like people with pureblood could. "... and lastly, they should not even exist." His father got up and Draco watched him leave the room. He finally understood, he finally got the idea, everything made sense.

"Mudbloods are filthy people who do not deserve to live" he said as he looked at the embers from the fireplace dance around in the darkness.

Hogwarts Express.

1 September 1992. Second Year.

'Shit. There they are again, death staring at me. Maybe I should just... no. I can't. I won't. I can do this. I was sorted into Gryffindor for a reason' Hermione thought to herself as soon as she saw Crabbe and Goyle on the platform boarding the train to start their second year at Hogwarts. She hoped that she could spot Draco on the platform too, so she knew she wasn't alone but he was unable to be found. She sighed and entered the train and walked up and down the isle of the train for a completely empty compartment for her to sit in. She perfectly knew from day one that no one would want to sit with her, not even the half-bloods. After a few minutes of finding one and just a few minutes before the train left, she was already at the back of the train and seated in a compartment by herself, holding a pamphlet to read and looking out of the window resting her cheek in her palm.

"Hermione. There you are..." her attention was stolen as soon as a blond boy leaned against the door and said her name. He kept looking around to see if anyone could possibly see him, he was obviously nervous.

"Draco! I thought you wouldn't come. I would have died!" Hermione laughed but he didnt. He stared straight at her with no happy expression to show.

"We can't be friends anymore. I'm sorry, I'm a Malfoy. And over the holiday, I have realised... we are just like the others. We would want you dead."

Hermione couldn't believe at what he just said. He just said he wanted her dead? Her only friend in this bizarre wizard world? She couldn't believe it, she wouldn't believe it. She stood up and questioned him with force.. she tried to be brave.

"Why?"

"Because we just do. Now leave, you don't deserve to be here! I don't want to see your filthy face. Go back to England, you filthy mudblood" Draco laughed and slammed her compartment and murmured a quick locking spell along with a silencing one as well. He knew no one would be able to hear her scream, he knew that she wouldn't be able to get out too since she sat at the back of the train.

Hermione sat down after attempting to open the door with her wand, but it wasn't working. She tried to scream, but no sign of effectiveness had returned. She sat down in defeat and cried again. She wished she was gone like Draco wanted her to be, she wished she was stronger.. she wished that she didn't have to go back to the horrible Hogwarts that it was to her. While she was sobbing, she quickly grabbed the pamphlet that she was holding and held it tightly.

"If you want me to be gone, then I will..."

... back at Draco's compartment, he sat down beside the window as he was listening to his friends discuss Quidditch.

"May I sit here with you? Everyone else doesn't seem as... suitable."

Draco looked up and saw an English-Italian boy standing by the door, he had chestnut brown hair and quite a good complexion, but clearly not as good as he was. Who could be more better looking than a Malfoy? No one. But with this, his scent was strong - he was a pureblood, and possibly one of the purest.

"I'm Blaise Zabini? And I'm assuming you're Draco Malfoy?" said the boy ignoring the others there.

"Yes. Yes I am. Zabini.. pureblood right?"

"One of the purest, alive." Blaise said as he sat down next to him, Malfoy smiled and looked to his other two friends who were also smiling the same way.

"Well Zabini. I believe this could be a start to a very good friendship."

They're a bit OOC in the first few chapters, but don't worry! They'll be back to their original selves later on ;D hehe.