AN: This fanfiction was originally posted over two years ago and has been re-uploaded.

Just to let you all know, in my version, Dumbledore was killing horcruxes way before Harry went to school and Harry killed the last one in Chamber of Secrets, though he was still in the Triwizard Tournament and won and Cedric Diggory is not dead, so basically everything happened but without Voldemort.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned this amazing universe, but I don't, life sucks to not be J.K. Rowling sometimes.

Read and review please!

Song suggestion: Voodoo doll, 5 Seconds of Summer.

Chapter One: Enemy bumps.

Hermione walked idly along the bustling market crowds and thought of Hogwarts.

She missed it. She missed Harry and Ron and Ginny and the lessons and the magic…and even Draco Malfoy and his childish taunts. Because when she was at home she felt like the lonely eleven year old who was a know-it-all misfit with nothing better to do than sit around and read all day instead of playing with friends. Who was lonely and completely ordinary-except in academics and even then she was only in a line of a hand full of know-it-all others.

Though she didn't mind reading, actually it was her favourite pastime and she had a sense of pride in being a know-it-all, though she preferred the term intellectual. What she did mind was the fact that she now had friends and couldn't communicate regularly like in Hogwarts. Yeah, there were owls but it wasn't the same plus her parents preferred her to be 'Muggle' when she was at home and sending owls wasn't. They had occasionally owled her at Hogwarts but she knew they found it difficult and weren't comfortable with it as they seemed to think if they sent the message from the woods it wouldn't be so obvious and they had to go on a long journey to do that so it was rare she received anything unless it was important.

Also she didn't have someone to talk to about magic with. Like Harry and Ron going on again about Quidditch, not that she really got involved as she hated brooms and the like, but she missed their voices filling the silence of study. Or Ginny, who she could talk about magic with-even in the year below she was able to hold a discussion on her level somewhat. Hermione even admitted that she missed late night girly gossips with Lavender, Parvati, Faye, and Sage, her roommates. She secretly admitted she missed Draco Malfoy and his 'Mudblood' taunts because at least it was acknowledgement that she was the 'Brightest Witch of our Age' not the-though clever-Muggle girl who got lonely.

In the holidays Hermione couldn't use magic-even being Muggle-born she missed it like everyone else-and not having that was like not having a soul to a Witch like herself. She could now she was seventeen, as the Law stated but she wouldn't do as her parents-as Muggles and though they support her-didn't understand and find her world a tad…frightening and would prefer her Muggle-though they'd never tell her that. So her wand was stored in her truck which was pushed under her bed like everything else from Hogwarts. Sometimes she missed it so much she would pull it out just to feel the crackle of magic on her skin.

"Hermione?" Her mum called from further back in the crowd.

"Coming mum!" She turned around and found her mum at the jewellery stall.

"Just look at this necklace, it would look lovely on you dear."

"Mmm..." She smiled at the plain white beads, not really interested in it.

"You can look here; I'll just be over there getting some bread." Her mum walked off.

"Okay." Hermione nodded and looked politely at the jewellery before thanking the seller and turning away.

As she turned around though someone bumped into her and she went down into the dirt.

"Are you alright there?" The seller opened the side door and came to her.

"Yes thank you." She smiled reassuringly at them before turning on the person who had bumped into her, "Malfoy?" Hermione's mouth gaped open at the sight of him in all his white blonde, silver eyed, and 'superior' glory.

"Granger." He smirked down at her.

"Hermione!" Her mum gasped hurrying over, "What happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm okay." She assured her mum as she stood up, "I fell, that's all." She glared at Malfoy as he stood looking at her.

"So long as you're okay?"

"I'm fine mum." She mentally rolled her eyes knowing that habit drove her mum up the wall and back again.

"Do you two know each other?" Jean glanced at Hermione then at Malfoy as they shared a glaring competition, "Is he a friend from school?"

"I wouldn't say-" Hermione started before reality hit her and her eyes narrowed in suspicion, "Actually mum can you excuse us a second? Don't you need to buy some jam?" She gestured to the stall down the way before grabbing Malfoy's arm and yanking him behind the market stalls.

"Nice place." He muttered as he glanced at the fumes of a food stall coming from the fan at the back and the rubbish dotted around.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione hissed watching for people.

"What do you mean?" He raised an eyebrow not seeming fazed by her reaction.

"In the Muggle world…"

"Ah, now there's a question." He mused and Hermione touched her pocket before realising there was no wand to protect her-crap, though I could just slap him like in Third Year-she smiled at the latter thought, not that she was violent but he was and she wouldn't stand for it and not having her wand made her feel vulnerable. And Hermione Granger was never vulnerable.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" She demanded again when he didn't give her a concrete answer.

"I came for the stalls." He shrugged glancing around.

"You came for the stalls?" She replied disbelievingly.

"Yeah, they have this sweet I like that I can't get in the Wizarding world that Blaise introduced me to."

"Okay…" Not believing him at all because she knew Blaise was just like Malfoy and didn't come to the Muggle world.

"What are you doing here?" He asked before she could demand the real reason.

"I happen to live around here." She snapped before realising her mistake-never reveal your location to the enemy. We're going to have to move she huffed to herself.

"Really?" He smirked, "I'm guessing that was your mother back there?"

"Yes."

"She seems nice."

"Whatever Malfoy." Now she rolled her eyes physically.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to her? Considering I'm a friend from Hogwarts."

"No."

"Now, Granger, that's a bit inhospitable."

"So?"

"Surely, it would be more polite to introduce me?"

"Huh." She snorted.

"What?"

"You want me to be polite when you were the one to push me over two minutes ago."

"I didn't push, I accidently knocked you over."

"Yeah, okay." She muttered sarcastically.

"What do you want from me?" He sighed.

"You…" She smiled an idea forming and knowing he would never do it.

"Me?" He raised his brows, "Now Granger surely that isn't an innuendo?"

"Grow up. You have to apologise." She told him smugly.

"Excuse me?"

"Apologise. To me. Considering you just knocked me over it's not an unreasonable request."

"Fine, I apologise."

"What?" She certainly didn't expect him to go through with it.

"I apologise for knocking you over."

"Fine, I'll introduce you but then you leave us alone…and don't accept any offer from her." She amended knowing he was going to introduce himself anyway and might as well look polite and civilised towards him for two minutes before kicking him off back to the Wizarding World. Plus, if he was going to apologise to her, he probably wouldn't be too rude to her mum.

"Am I forgiven then?"

"Whatever Malfoy."

"I'll take that as a yes…anyway what offer?" His eyebrows drew in.

"She has a tendency of being…overly hospitable."

"So you measure out then?" He smirked again.

"Shut up Malfoy, remember no and walk away." She hissed as they made their way to her mum.

"Yes ma'am." He chuckled.

"Shut up."

"There you are!" Her mum beamed at them.

"Mum, this is Malfoy." Hermione said curtly.

"Draco Malfoy." He took Jean's hand and kissed it-smarmy git, Hermione thought.

"Well Draco, I'm Jean Granger, are you from Hermione's school?"

"Yes."

"I don't think Hermione's ever mentioned you?"

"Really?"

"No."

"Well, that's odd."

"Mmm…" Her mum raised her brows in silent question-please explain more of this?

"We're such good friends at Hogwarts aren't we?" He turned to Hermione suddenly.

"Yeah, good friends." She muttered sarcastically but her mum wasn't listening close enough to hear her tone.

"Then you must join us for dinner." Jean smiled.

"I'm sure Malfoy has a lot to do…" Hermione tried to explain why he wouldn't be joining them-even though the reason was because she didn't want him to and wasn't going to let him anywhere near her house or family.

"Oh." Her mum's faced dropped.

"Don't you Malfoy?" Hermione stepped on his toes hoping he would get the hint and not make a fuss of her standing on his feet.

"Actually no." He smiled. Was he trying to annoy me to no end? She asked herself.

"What?" She seethed. When she said she missed him she meant at Hogwarts not here! And only because it made her feel like she was a Witch because 'Mudblood' implied she was a Witch and not an ordinary Muggle. He was not doing this.

"I would love to join you for dinner." Malfoy said.

"What?" Hermione repeated colour draining from her face as she stared at his smiling face.