Muggle Hermione AU!

What if Hermione never went to Hogwarts after all? She was accepted, but could never understand how to get there so she never went. Fate had always tied her to the Wizarding World, even if the connection was through a certain Death Eater…..

Hey guys I'm writing this just for fun. I doubt this will be popular or noticed by anyone but I still hope you guys enjoy. This is my first fanfiction too or time writing at all!

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Hermione would never know what that letter she received when she was 10 years old was for. She would never make it to platform 9¾. She would never have met the boy who lived and her future husband. No, Hermione never got that chance. The wizarding world would never be more than a fairy tale to her, a dream land in the corner of her mind.

Hermione would also never know that up she had been watched for the past 4 years, by a stranger from the world it was too late to be a part of.

She would never be able to avoid him because he would always change. She would never know what a polyjuice potion was or that he hid behind them, watching her.

What she soon would know is that he was one of the most powerful and wealthiest wizards, right hand man to the most evil dictator to ever have walked this earth. This man who had stalked her was none other than Lucius Malfoy, son of Abraxas Malfoy.

He had been taken with her from the first time he had seen her.

It happened when he was on a trip to muggle London. He secretly was fascinated by the muggle world and made frequent carefully planned trips. He'd hide his true self with potions and spells so no one would discover his guilty secret.

By fate, she was in London too, on a trip into town with some friends. Hermione's friend Lottie had gotten a great sum of money for her birthday and she was to treat her friends with sweets and pastries.

On their way out of the Bakery, as they held their cakes in hand, they made their way to the tables' outside to eat; Hermione had bumped into a man. She was embarrassed because they had collided so hard she had smashed her cake into his chest, despite her best efforts to avoid this.

This man was Lucius Malfoy, and everything in his body wanted to smack the filthy muggle, although he held back as to not draw attention to himself. He looked down to spit out some vile phrase but then he saw her face. She was pretty, like a sweet pink flower at the peak of its bloom. Oh how he wanted to pick that flower out from the thorns and weeds around her, but he could not. Her face was concerned and embarrassed; this look was so powerful that he had followed her around for the next 4 years. How could he ever want someone like her? A powerless little muggle?

Yet, here he was stopped in his tracks staring at her, stuck in trance, only to be snapped out of this with a shy little voice.

"Ah, I'm so sorry sir!" She had her hand out like she wanted to clean it off but had nothing to clean it with.

He wanted to tell her something, anything, but he was so flustered that he pushed and turned the other way and walked out of sight into a sea of people. It was very odd, and it left her feeling even worse.

She never thought of that moment again, It just stayed in the back of her mind.

Now she was older and to have a man like him ogle over her as he did before was just another school girl fantasy.

She had thoughts like that, of being beautiful enough to stop a man dead in his tracks. Oh how she longed to be longed for.

Only recently has she gained self-confidence when she had made new friends who taught her the wonders of flattening irons and cosmetics.

They had also taught her to dress, flirt, and ward off the new attention from boys she had been getting. For the first time in her life she had felt like someone important, she was truly happy.

Lucius was so caught up in his own desires and selfishness that he never paid attention to any of these things.

All he knew is that he didn't want to just watch from the sidelines anymore, he didn't want to stand here watching as dopey little boys tried giving her tiny bouquets of flowers stolen from bushes. When he knew he could he could give her so much more, like gardens of every flower and all the sweets she desired.

So he decided that he would take her, and he would love her. If she did not love him back, he would make her.

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It was another lackluster school day, Maths, English, History, and Science. She already knew the subject before the teacher taught it, there were no surprises awaiting her in each class. She could even expect "The unexpected."

As popular for her new beauty as she had become she still was the smartest girl at school. Hermione still worked and studied harder than anyone there. She could have skipped high school all together, but she stayed because she wanted to have a chance to have real friends. She wanted nothing more than to be a normal girl like everyone else, although she would never know she was far from it.

The final school bell of the day rings, and all the boys and girls in their winter uniforms come pouring out front school gates to their parents whose cars are already parked right outside.

Hermione had looked around, but her mother wasn't here yet, so she waited with her friends on the large benches in front of the school. They laughed and talked and paid no mind to the light snow fall.

After the initial crowd of people cleared up, it was much calmer. There were still many kids waiting around and talking. Although Hermione wanted to go home and study, she didn't mind times like this.

A typical schoolgirl crush giggle erupted out of Hermione's friend Sarah, "Look! That man over there is dressed so peculiar." Hermione and the other two girls turned to look at the man.

There he was, across the street, watching them. He was very handsome Hermione had noted. She had never seen a man with long platinum hair before. Despite his strange black robes and cape that were lightly dusted in soft snow, he held his head high watching them. With a firm grip on his cane he didn't break eye contact.

"He's really hot! I wonder what someone like him is doing here," said Margo, "Sarah… I think he's checking you out!" Everyone giggled, Hermione would have too if she wasn't caught in his gaze.

Their laughter and comments turned to white noise as Hermione zoned them out only to stare back at the man. She could tell that he was looking at her and not Sarah.

She felt unease but she kept her facial expression strong and fierce. In a way it was her body's natural way of sending a signal that she would not fear him. But there was no reason for that, he wasn't attacking her or making lewd gestures. All he did was simply staring back at her. A gaze as piercing as that made her heart race.

The chatter of the girls slowly broke down into talking about other things until it was nothing but silence. It seemed so fast but before she knew it, she was all alone in the front of the school still waiting.

When realizing this, her heart stopped, she was left out here alone with a grown man that had been eyeing her down for the past 40 minutes. Now she had a real reason to be afraid of him, she didn't want to end up like the girls on the news or on crime shows. Although he did not, she could have sworn that he was beginning to move towards her.

Hermione grabbed her school bag and fled inside the school building to call her mother.

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No one was in the front office at all, it was dead quiet. There were no students or factuality to be found, just her here alone. Everyone was probably at a staff meeting. She started feeling more scared now.

She pulled the phone up from behind the front desk and started to dial in her home phone number. No one picked up. Hermione kept trying and trying, but no one would answer. Since the home phone wouldn't work she tried their work number.

The line rang for a long while until finally, her father's voice.

"Hello, this is the Wilkin's Dentistry Office. How may we help you today?"

She felt a wave of relief hit her hard like a wave, "Dad, oh thank goodness."

"Dad? Miss, I believe you have the wrong number. This is a Dentistry office, not a residence."

"Dad, It's me Hermione, I'm still here at school, where are y-.." He had cut her off.

"I'm sorry but I believe you have the wrong number, Are you looking for your father? No one here has a daughter. At least not old enough to use a phone on their own."

"Stop this right now Dad, this isn't funny. I've been sitting out in the cold for almost an hour. No one at home will pick up. I want to go home, I can walk but I don't feel safe." Her voice starts to crack and she can feel tears starting.

"I'm really sorry Miss, I hope you find your parents soon. Try contacting your school office; I'm sure they will help you. I have to go now, okay? Have a nice day." Click.

Her heart feels like has been ripped in half, why won't he recognize her. If this is a joke it sure was a cruel one. Her parents have never done something like this before, but she will let them have it when she gets home. "If I get home…" she says to herself.

Hermione places the phone back down on the desk trying to process what had just happened.

She stayed there in the office for a moment, pacing back in forth and trying to decide her next move. No one is around and she knows no one is coming for her now. She could walk home, but it's dangerous with that creep out there. Finally she makes up her mind on what to do next.

"It's now or never," she whispered under her breath trying to pump herself up, "Your house is just a road and three blocks from here, even if you make it out into your neighborhood you should be in the clear." Part of her own mind didn't believe this, but if she wanted to avoid rape she had to take a chance.

Before stepping outside, she peers out the office window that looks out into the street. There's no one there now, not even the man with long blonde hair; Just a lone street and falling snow.

She lets out of a huff as she approaches the doors to leave, praying he gave up and went home. Pushing one of the front doors open, she booked it like a bat out of hell.

She's running faster than she ever has with only the safety of home on her mind. Shoes hitting pavement with full force she can feel her own speed pulling all her hair back into the wind.

To her it seems no one's out here but she doesn't slow down, not for a moment. Even if she had looked behind her she didn't stand a chance.

Down the sidewalk she dashes, and even faster than that she is face first into snowy pavement.

"Stupefy!"

A word no one will ever hear; a word that leaves her at the mercy of unconscious darkness.

Lucius looked over her body, "Oh bloody girl, why did you have to run."