In this story, there is no war. Voldemort was destroyed the night Harry lived. Harry is friends with Hermione, but she isn't the 'Golden Trio' famous. She's more of the mysterious lone wolf (kinda), but is good friends with everyone (again, kinda). I just wanted to have fun with this and came up with it over a game of solitaire. (I suck. The cards don't like me. lol)

"I'm Draco Malfoy," a blond haired boy said arrogantly.

Hermione looked up from her book and smiled. He was dressed in the best hand tailored wizard robes with the Slytherin colors proudly stated on the hood and the crest over the breast. "I know who you are, Mr. Malfoy," she said. "We've been in the same year for the past 6 years. I assume there is a reason that the Slytherin Sex God has approached me in this secluded place." Her voice never raised above a mutter, but Draco heard her words as clearly as if she had yelled them. And...was that teasing he heard?

"They say you're good at tutoring people," he said. "I'd like your..." He looked as if he were trying to form words.

"Help," she provided, taking pity on him.

Draco flushed slightly. "Yes. With Divination."

She smiled at his directness. "They say a lot of things," she said, winking slightly.

"Hermione! Come on. We'll be late for class!" A boy with black hair stood by the library doorway and was immediately hushed by Madam Pince, the librarian. He turned red and waited.

Hermione smiled and stood up, closing her worn copy of Hogwarts: A History. She slipped it into her satchel and said, "I'll meet you tonight at 9. Madam Pinch won't mind us using the library to study." She looked at the black haired boy, noticing that his foot was tapping impatiently. "Coming, Gene." Hermione looked back at Draco. She smiled and said, "Pleased to finally meet you, Prince of Slytherin."

With that, she turned and ran up to the black haired boy. Draco heard him say, "I swear, you are the slowest sister ever."

"You can't say that until you meet all the other sisters in the world." Draco smirked at the girl's answer. She had sass.

The black haired boy's face turned red. "Hermione Jean Granger," he warned.

Hermione put her hand on her cocked hip and mocked back, "Eugene Phillip Granger." She laughed at the boy's face as she walked away.

It was while they were walking away, that Draco ran over in his mind. Wait. She was a Granger? Crap. He should have checked what her full name was when he'd thought of asking her. But how many other Hermiones were there in the school? When he'd heard 'Hermione', he'd known who everyone was talking about. But he'd never made the connection. He guessed no one else did, either.

He sighed. His father wasn't going to be happy if he found out that his son had inadvertently asked Hermione Granger, one of the biggest and well known muggle born families in the Wizarding World, for help in a class. Everyone knew that the Grangers left Hogwarts with the highest marks in everything they did and took positions that even the Malfoys envied, even at their young ages.

The two oldest, Andrew and Barcus, 21 and 20, were Agents in the Field; the Field being anything and everything that happened around the world. They stepped in whenever a magical incident occurred, and smoothed things over, sometimes going so far as to erase memories. But they were the best of the best. Whenever those two showed up, you knew it was bad. Some criminals even wished to see a Dementor instead of the two brothers.

The third Granger boy, Colin, 19, worked with his younger brother, Darwin, 18, in any number of their vast businesses in their empire they had started well before leaving Hogwarts. They had everything from wand repair shops to research laboratories, to magical transportations. They had built half of the most popular businesses wizards and witches used. They'd even made a special line of products for squibs. Mostly party gags and the such, but it was booming.

As far as Draco knew, the last three boys, all triplets, were still in Hogwarts. Their last year, he believed. Gene, Fargo, and Greg, 17. Gene, as the studious one, kept his brothers in line. Fargo and Greg were the school's pranksters. They spent a lot of time with the Weasel twins, Fred and George, when they came to visit their little brother and sister, and other friends still in Hogwarts. It was rumored that they would all join together in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Probably expand it into a chain.

But, not much was mentioned about the youngest Granger, and it was hard to get a clear reading about her. Some people said she was uptight and a stickler for the rules. Others said she was fun loving and just as much fun as her brothers, but spoiled rotten by her family.

From what Draco had seen, she was nothing like the first rumor. She'd teased him about being the Slytherin Sex God. She'd even teased her brother. And she hadn't been all high and mighty about him asking for help. Learning from her might be fun.

Unfortunately, not everyone liked the Grangers. Above all, purebloods hated them for the high social status. They thought that only the purest of blood should hold those types of positions. To say the least, not many pure bloods could stand the Grangers. His father was one of them.

Draco heard the bell ring and knew that he was going to be late to Potions. Oh, well. His godfather would understand. And maybe his father would understand, as well. Maybe not.