"Not again". She sighed, taking one last swig of her sweet tea as she went to fix the broken oven. She wondered why her parents had still not fixed it. It had been this way ever since she was 11 and had received her letter to Hogwarts. Hermione smiled as she remembered that moment.

She had just picked up one of the heavy books that she was going to read that day, when her mother had come back from collecting the mail from the front door. She wore a strange expression, somewhere between excitement and fear, and was looking at the back of a letter. Hermione saw that it was addressed to her and asked her mother who it was from, when her father walked in. He looked at his wife and a worried look appeared on his face. He took the letter from her.

"Hey! That's mine!" Hermione yelled before she could stop herself. Her father stared at her for a few seconds, then looked at the front of the letter.

"Oh, yes. So it is. Here you go pumpkin" he said as he handed the letter to Hermione. Her mother looked even more scared as she took it. She read the words on the front with a surprised expression plastered on her face. They said, in green writing:

'Hermione Granger,

21 Hamilton St.

Sutton,

London'

When she turned the letter over, still in its envelope, she saw a strange coat of arms. A large capital 'H' surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake. The last held her gaze. It was so intricately made, the scales clearly visible in the red wax. When she opened it she was surprise to see a rather long letter, almost 2 pages, all written in the same green writing that was on the envelope.

"Dear Miss Granger,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Your sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress "

"Oh my God..." Hermione had only whispered it, but her mother had heard it just as clearly as if she had shouted.

"What is it, Hermione?"

"Oh... oh my..."

"Hermione? What is it pumpkin?" Her father had noticed now, but Hermione hadn't heard him. She was just staring at the letter, looking like she had just been slapped.

'A witch? I'm a... witch?', Hermione thought, 'That's impossible. How could I have not known? Something so... odd.' She had just registered her parents questions when she passed out.

If only she had known what was to come. An 11 year old knowing that, when she was saved from that ghastly troll, she would become friends with a boy who was constantly in danger. She let out a small laugh. 'If I had known, I would never have even gone into that compartment on the first train ride on the Hogwarts Express'. With that thought, Hermione sat back down and refilled her teacup.

"WAKE UP, DRACO!"

Draco Malfoy rolled over in his forrest green, silk sheets, ignoring his mothers annoyingly loud calls. 'Merlin, it's 7'o'clock. Doesn't that woman ever sleep? Actually, what time is it? Uhg...'. Draco saw that it was not, in fact, 7:00, but around 11:30. His mother was calling him got get out of bed and have some lunch, not to get up and do one of the tedious tasks that she had been busying him with.

After his shower, he dressed in a black shirt and black trousers, and went down to his mother's private sitting room.

When he arrived he found his mother talking to a young blond woman. She was rather pretty, but looked like a bit of a slut. Her hair was clearly bleached and her skin looked oddly orange, clearly covered in layers of tanning spells. Her glamour charms could use a little work, as some bruises on her neck are looking suspiciously mouth-shaped. Draco rolled his eyes and sat across from the two.

"Draco, this is Dehlia Moonseed. She's Gwendolyn's daughter." Narcissa smiled like she had just won the lottery (even though she would barely bat an eyelid if she actually did win the lottery, as they had more than enough money). The Moonseeds were a shallow family, rich and frivolous. They threw their money around, spending it on useless items and new clothing. Once they bought everything the wanted, they bought things that they might want in the future. 'Stupid girl. She's probably the worst in the whole family. She wouldn't know about saving money to save her life'.

Draco could see by her bright fuchsia cloak, paired with a yellow dress and shoes, that she was careless with money. She had no fashion sense or, for that matter, common sense. When he had walked in she had asked Narcissa if "He was the Sonshe had been talking about?". 'For fuck sake! Mother could have at least picked a SMART girl'. She looked at him like he was a new piece of clothing that she did not own. The look in her eyes scared him a little, but he did a good job of hiding it with his calculated and indifferent mask.

"Hi Draco! I'm so pleased to meet you! Your just as handsome as your mother said." Dehlia had leaned in to whisper something in his ear.

"I also heard that your the best there is when it comes to sex."

"Will you excuse us please, Mother." And with that, Draco dragged Dehlia out into the hall, closed the door and cast a silencing charm.

"And where exactly did you get your information?" It had come out harsher than he had wanted, but he didn't care.

"Pansy told me. Says you're quite good, but that I had to try for myself."

'Not so stupid, just greedy and manipulative. Just like me. NO! She's still stupid, but still... She wouldn't be too bad for a quick shag... would she?'

"Mother, I'm taking Miss. Moonseed out to lunch, then for a bit of shopping. I'll be back late." Draco was desperate, both for a good shag and to get out of this house. He would do anything, even indulge this stupid bimbo.

"Have fun, dear!" Narcissa had come to the door of her sitting room and was waving them goodbye. Little did she know what was about to happen.