AN: I decided to rewrite this story because my writing has progressed and I felt I could improve my stories a bit. Please review... I would say they equal happiness but that's not very original. Anyway, I hope you like it!
Mudblood
Prologue
Seven-year-old, bucktooth Hermione Granger sat on the edge of her porch, kicking her feet off the end. She watched as a big truck pulled into the house across the street. About a minute later, a shiny, black car pulled in beside it. A small family, consisting of a man, woman, and child stepped out. Hermione studied the family; every one of them contained bright blonde hair, dark eyes, and tall, pale figures. The spindly, young boy gripped his mother's hand tightly as his eyes met Hermione's. His mother followed his gaze, stopping at Hermione. She muttered something to the tall man and pulled the boy inside.
His eyes narrowed and he spat, "Muggle,"
Hermione blinked. What the heck was a Muggle? She didn't loosen her gaze as she played with her brown, curly hair. The man turned and marched inside.
"Mother," Draco Malfoy asked. "Who was that girl across the street?"
His mother sighed, "Draco, lets stay away from her, alright?"
"But –" Draco began.
"Just stay away."
Draco nodded and watched his mother leave. Once she was out of sight, he raced to the small window in his living room. The girl sat in the same place she had before, but now, she was quickly licking a blue Popsicle. She rubbed her cheek, which was now stained to match the Popsicle. Draco studied her, his mother wanted him to stay away from her because she was no more than "filthy scum," or so his father says. Just because his father was blood prejudice, did that mean he had to be? Draco was lost in his thoughts, unable to notice his father peering over his shoulder.
"Draco," he said sternly.
Draco's head whipped around.
"Yes, Father?"
"I believe your mother ordered you to stay away from that Muggle," his father said, his voice like nails on a chalk board.
"Yes, Father, but –"
"But nothing, Draco. When we give you an order, you must obey it,"
His father's eyes bored into his.
"Yes, Father," Draco muttered.
His father gave a curt nod and walked away. Draco sighed, giving one last look as the girl with the Popsicle stained face.
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