A/N so i have been thinking about this for a long time and after an in depth discussion about dramione today with my best friend, i decided to type it up! Enjoy! It takes place on the first train ride to Hogwarts when they are just starting their first year. I don't own it btw.
Hermione walked down the train corridor, hearing shrieks of laughter as she passed the compartments. She had changed into her uniform as soon as she had gotten onto the train, and by the time she had finished, every compartment was full. She quietly knocked on the glass door of the compartment of giggly girls that looked about the same age as her.
"Excuse me, but is this compartment full?" She asked politely even though there was clearly room enough for her.
"Yes it is, actually." One girl said snidely. "Sorry, no room for you!"
The girls all laughed and the girl who spoke sent Hermione a triumphant smirk as Hermione was leaving the compartment. She had a face that looked like she ran into a wall, Hermione thought to herself bitterly. She continued walking until she walked by a compartment that only had three boys in it. They looked like they were in their First Year, just like her so she knocked on their door. One boy stood up to pull open the glass door and half-smiled at her.
"Hello," Hermione said. "I was wondering... if I could sit here. Everywhere else is full."
The three boys looked at each other then nodded at her. She sat down next to the boy who had opened the door for her. He had blonde hair that was so light; it was nearly platinum and striking silver eyes. He was tall for an eleven year old and very pale.
"I'm Draco." He said to her, holding out his hand. "Draco Malfoy."
"I'm Hermione Granger." She said and shook his hand.
He caught her glancing at the other two boys and said carelessly, "Oh this is Crabbe and Goyle."
Both boys were very big and very unpleasant looking.
"So, do you have any older siblings that go to Hogwarts?" She asked, trying to make conversation.
"No, I'm an only child." Draco said.
"Me too!" Hermione said, pleased that they had something in common. "Though I have always wanted a sister."
"I think I would like to have a brother." Draco said thoughtfully. "Someone I could play Quidditch with."
"Oh, you play Quidditch!" Hermione exclaimed, she had heard people talking about it in the corridor on the train and had a general idea of the game.
"Yes, I do." He said pompously. "I know I will be chosen to play for my House team."
"I don't like heights much." Hermione admitted, shuddering slightly.
"You don't?" He asked, surprised. "But you must like Quidditch!"
Hermione started to say, "Well, I-"
But he cut her off by saying, "Everyone likes Quidditch! My favourite team is the Falmouth Falcons."
And then he was off on a very lengthy discussion about the latest match the Falcons had played, just that last Saturday. Hermione tried to tell him that she had never played Quidditch before, since she was Muggleborn, but he kept interrupting her. Every once in a while, he threw a comment towards Crabbe or Goyle who would only nod or grunt in response. Finally Hermione interrupted.
"But haven't you read any of the books on the list yet?" She exclaimed.
"Of course I have!" He said, looking mildly offended. "I've read them all! I know I'm going to be the best in our year."
"Don't count on it!" Hermione said, raising one eyebrow challengingly. "I've read all the books twice."
"Oh yeah?" He said. "Then who was it who told Dedric the Dense about the Goblin Revolution in 1239?"
"It was Reena the Rueful." She answered smugly.
"Lucky guess." He grumbled.
She laughed and he looked surprised at the sound, as if he had never heard another person laugh before. Crabbe and Goyle wandered off to another compartment, clearly Hermione and Draco's intellectual argument was too much for them to bear.
"So, what class are you looking forward to most?" Hermione asked her new friend.
"Potions." Draco said immediately. "The professor is a close friend of my parents. But my parents have let my try a few simple charms at home. It doesn't count as under-age magic if someone in your house is legal, but you knew that."
Hermione nodded, she didn't want to seem stupid in front of what seemed to be her biggest competition at Hogwarts.
"Something off the trolley, dears?" A woman asked them, pushing a cart passed their compartment.
"Yes please, I'll take four chocolate frogs, two liquorice wands, five packs of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour beans and a pumpkin pasty." Draco said pointing out the candy he wanted.
Hermione looked over the cart and picked the things that looked the most normal. She settled in beside Draco and they ended up sharing all of their food. They traded chocolate frog cards and quizzed each other on potion recipes. Hermione actually liked this boy. He seemed a little arrogant and bossy, but then again, she knew she could be bossy at times as well. Just as the sun was setting, their conversation finally turned to which House they thought they would be in.
"I know I'm going to be in Slytherin." Draco said confidently. "And you better be as well. If we're partners in potions, there is no way anyone could get a higher mark then us!"
"I don't know." Hermione said thoughtfully. "I've heard people talking about it, and Ravenclaw or Gryffindor seem like the best Houses."
"Ravenclaw is alright, I guess." Draco admitted. "But Gryffindor is full of idiots with bigger egos than brains."
"I heard it's for courageous people." Hermione said.
"And muggleborns." Draco said, sniggering. "Because no other House wants them!"
"But I'm muggleborn!" Hermione exclaimed, offended.
"You are?" He repeated, surprised. "But why didn't you say something earlier?"
"You never asked! I thought it wasn't a big deal!" She cried.
"Well, it is!" He shouted back. He actually looked... disappointed. "My parents would never allow me to be friends with a muggleborn!"
"Well, fine then!" She said coldly, rising from her seat and gathering her things. "I wouldn't want to trouble you."
He stood up and faced her. He opened his mouth and for a second, Hermione thought he was going to say something to her, but he just turned to face the window. Her face fell and she hurried out of his compartment, willing the tears in her eyes not to fall. She stood awkwardly in the aisle before dragging her things to the nearest available compartment.
"You're being ridiculous." She told herself firmly. "He's just a boy."
She shook her bushy hair away from her face and asked if she could share the compartment with the boy in it for the duration of the train ride.
"Alright." He said tearfully. "But I've lost my toad, Trevor, can you help me find him?"
She agreed and they went across the corridor to the compartment opposite where a boy with bright red hair and a boy with dark hair and round glasses were sitting amongst piles of candy practicing magic.
A/N and then from there Hermione goes along with what has been written about her in the books. I was just thinking that Hermione never harboured any deep hatred for draco like ron and harry did. She was worried about him in the forbidden forest in book one and concerned for him when he got hurt by buckbeak in book three. This was just a fun random thing i wrote. I don't know if i will write anymore, but i might. And at the beginning, the girl who spoke to Hermione was pansy Parkinson and the boy who lost his toad was Neville and the two boys in the compartment with the red and dark hair were ron and harry obviously. Pretty please review and tell me what you think!