A BIG thank you to Mugglenet's HP encyclopedia! When I had trouble, I just went there and it told me everything that I needed to know!
In this fan fiction, my writing is very different from my other fan fics. I hope that you like it, though!

What you're going to excpect : this whole fan fic is going to be based on canon. Although some parts are made by me. You will see how Draco and Hermione began to hate each other, how Hermione knew so much about Harry and the Weasleys (why she was mean to them),and other parts that I thought that were funny. I'm thinking about a sequel once this fan fic is finished, depending on how bad or good this is (yes, I'm talking about reviews, please!).

Warning: MAJOR spoilers from (possibly) all books!

Disclaimer : JK Rowling owns everything, not me. She's so magically talented, don't you think?This goes out to all chapters.

Chapter One
My Personal Introduction to Hogwarts

Ever since I got my letter to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I was ecstatic. The first thing I did was go to Diagon Alley. Professor Dumbledore sent me directions along with the letter. He told me to go to London and go in the alleyway between the fruit market and the old bookshop and find an old tire. At first, I thought that being accepted to Hogwarts was great, but when I found out that I had to do this, I started to doubt. My parents told me that this was no joke and that it was "the real thing."

So, my parents and I went in the alley between the fruit market and the old bookshop, and nevertheless, I found the old tire. But I didn't know what would happen when I touched that tire. My head started spinning, the alley was started to fade and become blurry; the kind of blurriness that you see when someone takes off their glasses. I started to feel scared and worried. I heard my parents' voices. But they sounded like they were miles away. I closed my eyes, wondering if this was all a dream.

I opened my eyes again and I found myself in another alleyway, except this alley was much narrower. I walked towards the entrance of the alley and I gasped. I pinched myself, doubting whether this wonderful scenery in front of me was real. I rubbed the spot on my arm.

Yup, this isn't a dream, Hermione. This is real.

I slowly walked down the street and found hundreds of kids walking up and down the street; talking and laughing. Many of the children were buying candy by the trolley; others were going into shops such as Flourish and Blotts, Ollivanders, and this big building called Gringotts. Most of the boys were admiring brooms. I scrunched my nose in confusion, because they looked exactly like those type of brooms that you see in Grandmother's broom closet. I heard those boys saying odd words such as "Quidditch," "snitch," and "quaffle." I literally pressed my nose lightly against the window, looking at all of the girls who were trying on pretty robes in this shop called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. I pushed back from the window and looked at my reflection. I frowned, twirling a piece of my brown thick bushy hair between my fingers. I opened my mouth and fingered my two front teeth, earning disgusted glances from the people at the other side of the glass window. Sure, at first, I thought that having beaver-like teeth was the coolest thing in the world: showing them off during Halloween when I was five, dressing up as a bunny; but now, I absolutely despised them. My girl classmates in my old school would make fun of the way I look, but Mum just kept on reassuring me that they were just jealous of my pretty looks.

I, Hermione Granger, pretty? I would ask myself. I snorted loudly at my own thoughts, earning glances from the people around me. Yeah, right. When someone famous asks me to a ball, then I would become pretty, and all the boys would notice me and all the girls would get jealous. I sighed. Surely, that would never happen.

I sighed again and I walked into a bookshop that I saw earlier: Flourish and Blotts. Absentmindedly, I smiled at my surroundings. The smell of old dusty---but resourceful and educational---books, (mostly) the sound of the turning of pages, and the sight of peoples' eyes moving across the text in concentration. I moved to one of the aisles and began fingering the texts of the books. My finger stopped and lingered at the end of the aisle on the book Hogwarts: A History. Curious, I took out the book out of the shelf and fingered the gold lettering.

"So, you go to Hogwarts?" I turned around and gasped in surprise of the sudden voice. A pale boy with white-blonde hair was standing in front of me holding a bunch of papers in his hands. I looked around, wondering if he was talking to me. I pointed at myself, and the boy smirked.

"No, that beautiful lady over there," his finger pointed over my shoulder to the short fat lady, whose wide face resembled a toad, was speaking very loudly in a sickly high girlish voice. We both laughed and I turned my attention back to him. I looked into his eyes, which were a nice shade of grey. I turned my attention to my feet the moment he spoke, even though my ears were attentive.

"So, you go to Hogwarts?" He asked again. I nodded, and he looked at the momentarily forgotten papers in his hands. I felt the heat rise up to my cheeks. He must think that I am some sort of freak, because I haven't spoken a word at all. Here I am, a new "witch," and this… boy is trying to make some sort of conversation. Why is he talking to me anyways? No boys ever talk to me.

"I'm going to Hogwarts too, this year." My brown eyes met his, so that I could gain some sort of friendship. I have never had any real friends before. The only friends I used to have used me for homework answers.

"My mum and dad both went there when they were my age. What about yours?" He asked.

"My…" my voice cracked, and I cleared my throat, "my parents didn't go to Hogwarts." I finally said. He raised one brow and looked at me weirdly. He seemed to be making his mind up about something. I inwardly panicked.

"So," the boy seemed to be choosing his words, "your parents went to Beauxbatons or Durmstrang, then? Or…" I nodded a little too hesitantly. Okay, even though I lied, I didn't want to risk being a total loser on the first day of school. This boy seems as if he has… connections, if you know what I mean.

"Cool," he said, looking back at the papers in his hand again.

"Listen," he said, taking out one of the pieces of papers tucked under his arm. "Father has many connections," Aha---I was right.

"And he said that I should do many responsible duties so that I could earn Dumbledore's, Hogwarts Headmaster (and the worst thing that ever happened to Hogwarts, Father said), trust and honor so that I could become a Prefect in our fifth year and, hopefully, Head Boy in our seventh year." He puffed out his chest, as if he were some important man. I giggled.

"So, I would like to invite you to go to a new program for first years---that's us--- called the Hogwarts Introductory Program." The boy politely handed me the piece of parchment and I took it and nodded in thanks.

"We are invited to stay at Hogwarts for one week. We learn about the grounds, the staff, and my personal favorite: Quidditch.

Dumbledore thinks that it would be a cool idea for new students to learn about the background of Hogwarts; so that when the term starts, they would feel right at home… especially Muggle borns." The way he said "Muggle borns" made me cringe, although I had no clue why. Probably Muggle borns are retarded people… like special ED… or maybe Muggle borns are just the losers and geeks… I most certainly do not want to be in that category.

"I'll be going, because I think that Father and Mum want me to learn about the school so that I can be familiar with it. But I think that they want me out of the manor," he said.

I watched him turn around and leave, when suddenly he stopped and turned around again. "Think about it," he said. Then he turned around again and proceeded towards the exit.

"Wait!" I suddenly yelled, a little loudly; earning glares from the other witches and wizards who were enjoying their books. He turned around, a little surprised by my sudden outburst. I walked towards him shakily. What am I doing? Why did I call him? I feel so stupid right now…

"Uhm…" I said, looking any where but him. I could feel the heat rising up my cheeks.

"I…I…I didn't get your name!" I finally said. Sure, that wasn't what I was going to ask him, but I was desperate for an excuse. He looked at me and smiled. He had a nice smile. I wonder if there are such things as magical braces, like in my non-magical world. Mum and Dad are dentists, and they would be fascinated by the magical dental stuff that they do here. I would tell them, after I tell them about the Introductory Program.

"My name's Draco. Draco Malfoy," Draco said. "What's yours?"

"Hermione. Hermione Granger," I said.

"I'll see you soon, then, Hermione?" I smiled shyly, a little conscious about my huge two front teeth.

"Yeah… Draco." I replied. He waved goodbye, and I waved back, smiling widely now. Here I am, waving at somebody who I just met; somebody who I am now friends with. I have never had any real friends, but this thing about being… a Prefect and Head Boy, must mean that he's smart. Surely, I wouldn't have to do his homework. I laughed at myself.

Wand swishing, potion brewing, broomstick flying… it all seems over-whelming. Will I really fit in, in this new world; this world that I have never heard of, but only in fairy tales?

Hogwarts… here I come.

Author's Note : i bet that youre allthinking "update your taking risks or the girl and the ferret or finding a way home or girl power!" well, my cousins went to LA for a few days and i hadthis great idea in my head, and i thought "come on, you HAVE to write it!"

noticed anything familiar?
1. the tire was a portkey
2. the part where hermione thinks to herself sarcastically that when someone famous asks her to the ball, she becomes prety and noticed, the boys would recognize her, and all the girls would get jealous? yeah, its the yule ball. viktor krum, famous quidditch player, asks hermione to go with him. she fixes her hair and her "beaver" teeth were shrunk and the girls got jealous of her.
3. the "beautiful" lady was professor umbridge
4. draco does become a prefect in his fifth year. he said HOPEFULLY that he would become head boy... but that's not confirmed yet.

im sorry that i had to use muggle borns as a bad thing because since draco is a malfoy, he was taught that muggle borns are pathetic excuses as wizards and witches. and of course, hermione didnt know that yet. so she thought that they were like the geeks and nerds like at her muggle school (like me LOL). and i dont think that draco wouldve said "mudblood," because he didnt start calling muggle borns that until the second book (and i doubt that he even knew what that meant). and since its a "bad word," i dont think that he wouldve been allowed to use that word anyways.

reviews are trully appreciated! i dont mind flames, just please list why (flames that the fact that this fic is draco/hermione does NOT count)

and if youre confused, i dont think canon-ly draco has"perfect teeth."(really white, straight, and just perfect---like "celebrity teeth") hermione just said that he had a nice smile. and she was just wondering if there were such things as magical braces. she never thought if draco had magical braces.