Disclaimer: This fic takes place in HP and the chamber of secrets and Hermione is in her fourth year.

If you think teenager boys only have one thing in their heads, you might be right. Our favourite Slytherin Quidditch team is no exception to the rule. It had already become common talk in the Slytherin Locker room to brag about latest love conquests, to share thoughts about the birds in Hogwarts, to make up the most unusual and insane plans of attack. However, it goes without saying that there is a code of honour stipulating that everything that is said should never leave the Locker room and it had always been this way since all the boys had never failed to respect their fellow Slytherins. Well, that was until she came around.

××× Hermione ×××

Knock, Knock, Knock…

This was already the third time that she had heard someone knock to her door. Hermione stuffed her head harder into the pillow, trying to make the noise go away. It seemed to have worked since the room went suddenly silent. She unconsciously smiled to herself and enjoyed the feeling of the silk sheets rubbing against her soft and pale skin. Her mind was barely drifting in a pleasant dream when someone opened her door violently.

"Hermione, get up now!" The blonde woman walked towards the large bedroom window and opened the curtains very wide. "What's the use of a house elf if I have to come here myself to wake you up?"

Hermione only whimpered in response and buried her face deeper in her pillow.

"Next time I'll send your father." That threat made Hermione open her eyes slightly. She stared through narrowed eyes at her mother before sighing dramatically.

"Fine!" She snapped.

"I want you fully dressed and clean in twenty minutes!" Narcissa looked around her and sighed deeply before muttering to herself as she left her daughter's bedroom. "Hermione, what have you done?"

Hermione sat on her bed when her mother closed the door behind her. Unlike her brother, she didn't go to Hogwarts. Instead, she went in the most prestigious magical school in the world, Mahoutokoro, in Japan. Her parents were so proud when their brilliant daughter was accepted in this school. Only the most talented and intelligent foreign wizards were accepted there, and Hermione was one of them. She was doing very well, she had good grades, all the professors liked her, she had marvellous friends… But one unfortunate incident had happened and and she was expelled from this respectable school.

She remembered her father's face when their eyes met for the first time after this incident. She had never seen him that disappointed with her. After all, she was the perfect daughter. The one you brag to your "friends" about. Of course, he did everything in his power to cover it up, saying that their daughter was too far away from home, and that no matter what she did, she would always be successful.

Since that day, her father had been acting extremely cold towards her. Her mother on the other hand – even though disappointed – was very worried about her daughter's behaviour. She didn't know how her wise and obedient daughter could have done something like that. The only one who seemed to be enjoying all of this, was her little brother Draco. Draco was in his second year and was in Slytherin, like every member of her family had been. Nevertheless, she felt grateful that she wasn't there with him and his dumb cronies. She was used to friends that were intelligent and polite and would never want to be surrounded by such moronic people.

She put her new uniform on and went downstairs where her parents were waiting for her. Her father was standing by the fireplace, staring at the wall. He didn't bother to turn his gaze at her when she entered the room.

"I'm ready." She said softly.

Narcissa who was sitting on couch, stood up and started to adjust her daughter's uniform.

"This is your first day and you're going like a homeless person." Hermione rolled her eyes as her mother tightened her green tie. Yes. Lucius put pressure to put her daughter directly in Slytherin, claiming that since the school year had already begun, it was a useless formality. But the truth was that he couldn't bare if his daughter was sorted in another house. It would have been too much.

"Let's go. We're already late." Narcissa said in a commanding tone.

The three of them apparated on the school grounds and headed to the headmaster's office.

"Ah, Miss Malfoy." Dumbledore looked at the young girl rather amused. "I was wondering when you would arrive."

"Dumbledore." Lucius greeted him coldly. Dumbledore nodded his head, greeting in return. Hermione knew what was his father's opinion of the Headmaster. How he was always calling him an old muggle-loving fool. This was another reason why he didn't want Hermione going to Hogwarts, she didn't mind Muggles and wasn't as prejudiced as her family was.

"Classes this morning had already started. Professor Snape will show you where the Slytherin dormitory is located and then you can join your classmates this afternoon." She nodded at him in acknowledgement.

She already knew Snape, as he was often invited in her house. Her parents said goodbye to her and left the castle. Hermione followed Snape to the Slytherin common room and when they arrived there, he called a fifth-year girl who was sitting on the leather couch, chatting with her friends.

"Miss Clarkson." The girl looked up and walked towards the both of them. "This is Miss Malfoy, she's a new student and I trust you to show her around." The girl nodded condescendingly. Hermione studied the girl, a bad habit she had inherited from her mother. She had straight brown hair and blue eyes. She was skinny but her big breasts gave the impression that she had more curves than she actually did. She was an inch smaller than Hermione.

Once Professor Snape had left, the girl started walking very fast, making it difficult to Hermione to follow her.

"So my name's Faber Clarkson and I'm a prefect. The Slytherin common room is located in the dungeons, the password is 'pureblood', don't forget it unless you want to spend the night in the cold. Hi Lana, nice hairdo." She smiled to a girl that had just passed by them. The girl smiled back at her. "This is the ugliest hairdo I've ever seen!" She sneered maliciously when the girl was already far from them. Hermione frowned slightly at the girl's comment. They continued the tour of the castle, and Hermione was liking the girl less and less. "That's it. What year are you in again?"

"Fourth."

"Hmm, I think they're still serving lunch, you can go to the Great Hall."

As soon as the girl finished talking, she turned her back to Hermione and went away, leaving a lost Hermione behind. Hermione wasn't hungry so she decided to go to the place she liked the most: the library. There was nothing more pleasant to her than a good book. She walked slowly through the library, browsing through the bookshelves. She grabbed a book of advanced potions and sat down at a table near the window. She was so absorbed by the book she was reading, that she didn't notice a group of Slytherin boys staring at her.