Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters. They all belong to the beloved J.K Rowling.
A small bushy haired girl was walking through the train and trying to find a compartment that she could sit in. It has been awhile since she started looking and most of the seats had filled up in this time, mainly by the older students. Finally she found one that was mostly empty except for the lone boy in it. He was a little bigger but with a good build and dark hair, oh and he was holding what looked to be a toad.
"I'm Hermione Granger, would you mind if I sat here with you?" She asked holding her head high in case he said no. She was a very proud child that looked down to no one and never let anyone tell her what to do.
"Come on in and sit, only me and Trevor here. I'm Neville by the way." Neville said smiling and loosing his attention on Trevor, the toad took that opportunity to jump from his lap and out the still open door that Hermione was standing in.
"Trevor!" Neville yelled, hastily scrambling up from his seat. In his hurry to get off of his seat he tripped and ended up on the compartment floor with Hermione in the doorway giggling. His shocked expression sent Hermione into another fit of giggles. His face went red at his predicament, still on the floor.
"Well Neville I'll help you get Trevor if you'd like me to." Hermione said smiling and holding out her hand to help him up.
"Thank you." Neville said using the seat beside him instead of Hermione's hand. She just shrugged and went out into the hallway so that Neville could join her.
"I'll go this way." She said heading off towards the left. She started knocking on people's doors and asking them if they had seen a toad come by. No one had said yes so far. Her last compartment she came upon five people. There was two big guys who had very blank expressions as if they had no thoughts of their own, a black haired boy that looked very handsome with his curlyish hair, a girl with a pinched up face and short black hair that framed said face, and a blonde haired boy.
This blonde boy looked beautiful. His hair was a white blonde that shown, even in the horrible lighting of the train. But it was his silvery gray eyes that drew Hermione in most, she felt as if she could get lost in them forever.
"And what do you want here?" The girl asked in an annoying voice that irritated Hermione to no end.
"Have you seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one." Hermione said defiantly.
"Now tell me, why would we tell you?" The dark haired boy who was handsome asked.
"It was a civil enough question that could have been answered with a simple yes or no." Hermione snapped at him, leaving him with a shocked expression. The blonde boy laughed and Hermione turned her head towards him.
"Who are you?" The blonde asked, amusement coloring his face and tone.
"Hermione Granger. And you?" Hermione said with her eyes flashing, tempting him to say something about it. But he just smirked as if she should know.
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." He said it like it meant the world when it meant nothing to Hermione.
"Should that mean something to me?" Draco looked surprised but then hid it.
"Of course! Everyone knows who Draky is!" The girl said shocked.
"Pansy it doesn't matter to me if she knows who I am or not." He said in an irritated voice.
"Well I should probably get going." Hermione hinted to get out of the rapidly tensing compartment.
"No wait. Would you like to sit with us?" He asked with a smile. That smile almost melted Hermione; it was so soft, just like butter.
"Sorry but I can't. I'm helping Neville with his toad predicament." Draco's face fell ever so slightly but nodded in understanding. Hermione turned to leave but Draco's voice stopped her.
"And Hermione I was just wondering. What is your status?"
"Status?" She asked confused.
"Blood status." Realization dawned on her as he said that, he must be a pureblood.
"Does it matter?" She asked avoiding the question. She had just recently found out that she was a pureblood also, actually it was when she got her Hogwarts letter. But she could have lived forever not knowing it, she would have been just as happy thinking herself to be a muggle-born like she should have been. She learned that her parents died two years after she was born and she was put into foster care. From there her 'parents' adopted her as their own. A Granger.
"Lots." He said. It weighed Hermione down like a brick so she avoided it again.
"You'll just have to find out for yourself Draco." Hermione said and left before he could say anymore to her. She left a whole compartment of shocked faces behind her.
Hermione walked back to the compartment that she shared with Neville but now there were new people, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley that she had met earlier and two new red heads, twins by the looks of it.
"Hello everyone. Sorry Neville but I couldn't find Trevor. Have you had any luck?" She said as sat next to one of the twins at the window. "Who are you lot?" Hermione asked the twins.
"Gred and Feorge." Gred said smiling. Ronald scoffed.
"The one who just called himself Gred is Fred and the other one is George." Ron said and stuck a chocolate frog in his mouth.
"Pleasure." She said to the twins.
"So Harry what house do you think you'll be sorted into?" Ron asked.
"House?" He asked back confused.
"Your Hogwarts house." Ron said exasperated.
"We're in our 2nd year Gryffindor." George said smiling.
"What houses are there?" Harry asked.
"Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Slytherin." Hermione said. She had read it in Hogwarts A History.
"You don't want to be a Slytherin mate." Ron, Fred, and George all said at once.
"I think that I'd be a good Hufflepuff." Neville said quietly to Hermione.
"Well I'll be a Gryffindor. M'whole families been." Ron said while Fred and George rolled their eyes.
"I guess I'd like to be a Gryffindor." Harry said.
"Well I think that Ravenclaw would be the most productive. Brains over brawn gentlemen." Hermione said smiling.
"But then you have to do all that…work." George said.
"At least you have a house that will prove its brains." She replied back.
"But Gryffindor shows its bravery." Fred countered.
"Look at that." Neville said ending our dispute. We all looked out of the window to see a huge castle in front of us.
"Wow." Harry said softly.
"I have to get my robes on!" Hermione said franticly grabbing her trunk and effectively clunking it on Ron's head. "Oh sorry!" She did a spell that stopped the bleeding but not the swelling that happened because of it.
"Where did you learn magic like that as a 1st year?" Fred asked.
"I read books." She said simply rummaging through her trunk for her robes. She found them and walked out of the compartment and into a now empty one. She locked the door and changed into her Hogwarts robes.
A few minutes later she walked back to her compartment and knocked. The door clicked unlocked and she let herself in. They were all dressed in their robes and ready for the school. They got off the train together than Fred and George left them. A big person ended up in front of them.
"First years this way!" He yelled.
"Hagrid!" Harry yelled back.
"Oi Harry!" Hagrid said and gave him a hug.
"You know him?" Ron asked in an awed voice.
"Yep." Harry beamed. They all ended up in different boats as they crossed a black lake. Hermione ended up with Draco Malfoy.
"Hello Draco." Hermione said and looked away.
"Hey Hermione." He said and looked at the beautiful lake.
"I read about this." Hermione said, always the bookworm.
"Really?" He said in a bored voice, she was much more exciting earlier.
"I can't wait to be sorted." She said in an excited voice.
"What house do you think that you'll be sorted into?" He asked, maybe this would lead to what her blood status was.
"Oh I hope Ravenclaw. How about you?" She asked dreamily. The boats hit the edge of the lake and they hopped out.
"Isn't it obvious? Slytherin of course." He said proudly. Hermione nodded as the castle before her captivated her. She ended up next to a girl named Hannah as they walked into the grand castle. Everyone was talking when an older woman came out.
"Hello I'm Professor McGonagall and head of Gryffindor house. I will let you inside in a moment. When inside I will sort you into your each individual house. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin." She said and turned around back into the great doors from which she came from. Suddenly one voice was heard from among the rest.
"So it's true. Potter's come to Hogwarts." Draco said, Hermione instantly perked up at his voice and at what he was saying. Murmurs ran through the croud as they took in what he said.
"Shut it Malfoy." Ron's voice was heard.
"Weasley no doubt. Red hair, hand-me-down robes. Should have guessed that the blood traitors would have another one hidden. You manifest like rabbits," Draco said sneeringly, "I could help you Potter, keep you from making friends with the wrong sorts."
"I think that I can judge who's the right kind of friends for myself thank you." Harry said back.
"That will be quite enough. Follow me." Professor McGonagall said. The whole crowd moved as one into the beautiful doors.
Hermione was amazed at the Grand Hall. It was absolutely beautiful. The ceiling was a dark sky with bright stars on it. The crowd walked through four tables with banners above them, marking them for the house that the students who sat there were.
A old hat sat on a stool in front of them.
"This is the sorting hat. He will decide to which house you belong." Professor McGonagall said loudly.
Then all of the sudden the hat burst into song, startling Hermione. She had not read about this.
Oh,you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your tops hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
Y ou might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell brave of heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achive their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And you won't get in a flap!
You're safe in my hands(though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
( A/N: I found this online and I'm not sure if this is the real song but I thought that it fit anyways.)
"I will sort you alphabetically." Professor McGonagall said. "Abbott, Hannah."
"Hufflepuff!" The sorting hat cried out. The list went slowly then it came to Hermione.
"Hm…This one could be many…Ravenclaw for her wit. Gryffindor for her bravery….or yes that's it! SLYTHERIN!" The sorting hat yelled. Hermione was frozen as cheers erupted from the Slytherin table.
This can't be happening. I can't be a Slytherin. No I won't go, Hermione thought.
"But Miss Granger that is the house you will succeed in." It said then Proffesor McGonagall took the hat off of her head and pushed her in the direction of the Slytherin table. She saw Harry's, Ron's, Fred's, George's, and Neville's shocked faces as she slowly walked to the Slytherin table. She sat down next to one of the boys that sat with Draco on the train, one of the ones with a absent stair.
"M'names Crabbe." He said.
"Hermione." She said and paid full attention to where the boys would go. Neville was already heading up to the stool.
"This one is Gryffindor!" The sorting hat yelled and cheers erupted from the Gryffindor table, just like they had with Hermione.
Soon after that Harry was making his way to the stool and the sorting hat.
"This one would do well to be in Slytherin." The sorting hat said.
"Not Slytherin you say!"
"Must be Gryffindor!" The sorting hat yelled for a final time. Hermione felt crushed, no Neville, Fred, George, Harry, and there was no hope if Ron was going to be a Slytherin, especially if he already had a reputation for being a 'blood traitor' as Draco had called him.
"Malfoy, Draco." Professor McGonagall said.
Draco went up to the stool and sat down. Te sorting hat had barely touched his head when it called out, "Slytherin!"
Draco came over and sat on Hermione's right because Crabbe was on her left.
"I see that you must be a pureblood then Hermione." He said. All she did was nod.
"What's got your hair in a knot?" Draco asked Hermione.
"I'm in Slytherin." She almost moaned. Then it dawned on her. She was alone. There was no one else there to talk to. The boys must surely hate her now that she was a Slytherin.
"Slytherin is not a bad house Hermione. It's the best." He said proudly.
"How can you be so proud of a house with such a bad reputation?" She asked getting irritated, her eyes flashing with anger. Draco got excited, this was fun on the train, it'll be twice as fun when she's even more flared up.
"My whole family has been in it. It is the most pure house. Plus the colors are nice." He said smirking. That smirk was really starting to get to Hermione.
"Who cares about purity?! Your family?! Don't talk to me about family and colors?! Who cares? That's all they are. Colors." Hermione hissed going off on him. It was the smirk that really set her off. Her temper was white hot and if Draco did anything to upset her she would probably smack that stupid grin right off his face.
"Why haven't I ever met you or your family at my parents parties?" He asked a confused look suddenly crossing his face. That was the last straw and Hermione slugged him right in the mouth.
"You should have known to leave me well alone." Hermione said and stalked off.