Disclaimer – Of course Harry Potter does not belong to me. Nor do any spells. The only things that belong to me are the characters Vizalin and Spark.

Before you read – The main point of this fanfiction is to see if it's possible to have a Hermione/Draco relationship. At heart, I'm actually a very strong believer in Hermione/Harry, but you never know.. I might just break the habit! Read on.



Chapter One - Struggling With Expectations

Harry, Ron, and Hermione - the trio. Harry's perfect little gang. All three of them being prized Gryffindor members.

Draco hated them. Always prancing about. Dumbledore's little pets. Just because of them, no one saw him. Draco was invisible.

Now he had to suffer another year with their excelling while hanging around with his group of idiots.

He knew very well that Greg, Vincent, and Pansy were stupid. It was like a label on their heads. What was he supposed to do, though? Suddenly talk to Potter and hang out with him? Nonsense.

As he walked up to the train that took him to and from Hogwarts, though, it didn't seem as bad a fate as staying home. At least he'd be able to escape his father. Then the stupidity of his 'friends' to get orders and patrol around, he thought.

Stepping onto the scarlet express, he spotted Potty, Mud-blood, and Weasel. He had to say something.

"Hey, Potter! Going to sit with any werewolves, lunatics, or weasels this time? If you don't, it'll be a first!"
Potter and Weasley clenched their fists, the Weasel's ears turning bright red, but Granger muttered, "Don't bother with him."
Right. Don't bother with him. No one does. Stupid muggle-born. What was her business stopping them? Or hanging around them at all, for that matter? She could do better.

Draco shook his head. He hated it when he got stupid thoughts like that. He carelessly threw his luggage into a cmpartment that Pansy, Greg, and Vincent were inside.

"Oof. Hello, grumpy ol' Drakkie!" Pansy chimed, shrugging off the large suitcase. She jumped up and outstretched her arms for a hug.

Draco looked at her, disgusted. She frowned, stuck out her lower lip, but at least she had dropped her arms t her side. Good, Draco thought. Pudgy, blond girls weren't his type. He liked brunettes.

"We need to report to the Prefect compartment. Let's go," he replied in greeting, acting as if he didn't even notice her being upset.

He walked away, Pansy following. They both entered the compartment, and looked around. The Prefects' compartment was enchanted to be much larger when you stepped in - it was easy to see why. Weasely and Granger were sitting next to each other, Padma Patil on his left, and all the other Prefects scattered here and there. There were eight new fifth year Prefects - including another Weasley, then a mousey-haired boy, and some blond Ravenclaw called Loony Lovegood.
"Eww! Do I have to sit by that?" Pansy exclaimed, pointing at Granger. She rolled her eyes in an annoyed manner.

"Oh, shut up, Pansy," Draco groaned. Did he always have to embarrass him? He took a seat by Granger, then Pansy plopped next to him, looking offended but pleased she actually didn't have to sit by her.

Draco looked around. Her - no, Granger, he told himself, was silently smirking.

"Wonder who the new Head Boy and Girl are," she said aloud airily, sounding as if she was really just talking to herself.

"Heard it was Vizalin Druidess and Spark Anderson," Draco replied mindlessly. Pansy gaped at him.

Hermione snorted, "Are you serious? They're going to be at each other's throats constantly."
"I know," Draco ended the brief conversation as the two very furious Heads entered.


Later, when lying in bed at the end of the day, Draco smiled - genuinely smiled. He held a conversation with someone who's IQ was more then their height in inches. Nor was she cruel and judging like his father. Even if she was a muggle-born, he had to admit she was smart.

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Author Notes – I'm so nervous! This is my first fanfic to be posted here.. please review! I want to know if my writing is any good!