Alright! This is my *first* Harry Potter fanfic, please keep that in mind. Also, keep in mind that I am an all American, so I don't understand most of how the English speak. However, I have read many fanfics that pertain to Harry Potter, so I think I'll do okay. Without further adieu, I bring you my first chapter.
I'm pretty sure that this is set around fifth to sixth year. It could be taken as slight AU since Voldemort will hardly be talked about until Harry is around. There will be probably no mentions of the impending war until the end.
Disclaimer: I can say, with a straight face, that I don't own it.
Little Boy Draco
Chapter 1
Hermione loved the library. The books, treasure troves of knowledge just waiting to be open and read. She wished that others could enjoy what she took so much delight in, but they all were too busy. Harry and Ron were with the Twins talking about Quidditch, which was of no high interest to her. Luna and Ginny were off parading somewhere, probably gossiping with Lavender Brown and the Patil twins.
After successfully removing a large book off the shelf and just starting on the first page, a voice that Hermione did not want to hear made itself heard behind her.
"So, little Mudblood Granger is all alone is she?" Draco asked.
Without looking, Hermione could automatically tell that by Draco's tone of voice, he was smirking and his arms were crossed. He also probably had one leg stuck out more than the other, cocking his hip in a way that made him look more like a girl than he already did.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione asked.
She didn't have time for this Pureblood asshole. She just wanted some quiet reading time to gather her muddled thoughts.
"Oh nothing at all, Granger. I just wanted you to know what a worthless, disgusting, ugly piece of trash you were. Anyway, ta-ta."
And Hermione imagined him prancing out of the room, like a little girl with flowers on her head. Ooh how she hated that boy.
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In the Great Hall the next morning, the large book that Hermione had gotten from the library sat open beside her as she ate her breakfast slowly, pausing sometimes mid-bite, in order to turn a page.
"Bloody hell, Hermione," Ron muttered sitting next to her, loading food on his plate.
"What, Ron?"
"You and those books, I swear. I couldn't finish one of the books you read in a year."
Ron proceeded to shove food in his mouth, and Hermione rolled her eyes, wondering where the third and final link to their Golden Trio had gone. As if reading her mind, Ron swallowed his food before he answered.
"Harry had to stay back and talk to Malfoy. Cornered him in the hall he did. Harry told me to go on without him."
"You know you shouldn't have listened to him! Malfoy is never good news." Hermione whispered furiously. "You should've stayed behind a wall and waited to see if Harry needed any help, Ron!"
"What in the name of Merlin has your knickers in a knot?" Ron asked.
Hermione pointed her finger at him angrily before she sighed and returned to her book. Ron watched her for a few seconds, confused, before he continued to eat his breakfast.
When Harry came to their table looking a little worn for the wear, Hermione shot a glare at Ron, and noticed Harry without his glasses.
"Harry, where are your glasses?"
"Huh? Oh, they fell off and I stepped on them." He muttered sheepishly, producing a pair of broken glasses out of his pocket.
Hermione shook her head, pulling out her wand, and murmuring a faint Reparo while pointing at the glasses. She put her wand back in her robes when Harry had his glasses on his face, as good as new.
"Thanks, Hermione. I don't know how many times I've broken these, and I still forget to use that spell."
Hermione laughed then, as she closed her giant book. "It's no problem at all guys. Well, I have to run. I hear the library got a new book on some of the most advanced spells of all time."
Hermione rose from her seat at the table and strode out of the Great Hall, down to the library. Twenty minutes later, she had the book resting in her arms. It was small, yes, but she knew that it was filled from page to page of beautiful knowledge just waiting to be devoured.
"This is no surprise at all."
Hermione stiffened, but kept on walking down the hall.
"How dare you Mudblood! How dare you ignore me!" Draco said, running up and nudging Hermione into an abandoned classroom 'gently'. Hermione stopped herself from crashing into some desks, but managed to give herself a nice knot on the back of her head. She rose from the floor, rubbing at the sore spot. Draco laughed since he had enjoyed seeing her on the floor.
"That's where you belong, Granger. Down on the floor, scrubbing them for people like me." Draco said haughtily.
"People like you? You mean egotistical morons who have their heads up their arses?" Hermione questioned, grinning when Draco frowned heavily.
"Look here, Granger-"
Hermione waved him off and ignored him as she picked up her books. The large one she sat on a desk, while she flipped randomly through the small one filled with spells.
"Don't you wave me off you filthy peasant. You're unwanted, unneeded, and down right revolting."
Draco continued to fire off insult after insult, and eventually, Hermione tuned him out. Draco grew red in the face and went to pull out his wand. Just as he had it in his hand, Hermione acted quickly.
"Expelliarmus!" She shouted at him as his wand went flying out of his hand.
"You...filthy Mudblood bitch! How dare you raise your wand to me!" Draco exclaimed.
Hermione lowered her wand and just smiled at him. "You were raising yours at me. I had to act in self-defense."
"I didn't even do anything," Draco complained. "Yet."
Hermione ignored him as he went to the back of the classroom, searching for the wand. She snapped her book shut angrily when she realized that Draco was just trying to keep her here. She walked over to the doorway, exiting into the stony hallway.
"Mudblood!" Draco called, obviously having found his wand.
Hermione just walked faster.
"Stupid...Granger! Filthy Mudblood. Get over here!"
Hermione ignored him once more, and spell fire flew over her head. She froze, turning around. Draco stared at her with a triumphant smirk on his face.
'Not for long.' Hermione thought, pulling her wand out again.
"You don't scare me, Granger. All you are is a bookworm. Icky Grangy has no friend except little Potty and Weasel, and even they don't like her."
"Don't talk about Harry and Ron that way, Malfoy. One more toe over the line, and you'll find yourself in a nice body bind."
"Oh! I'm so scared! Dirty Mudblood. You wouldn't do anything."
Hermione, sick and tired of Draco's rantings, pointed her wand at him.
"Septum Adultus!" She yelled, having just found that spell in her new book.
A bright blue light erupted out of her wand tip and hit Draco right in the chest. He flew back into a classroom's open doorway, and out of sight. Hermione put her wand back in her pocket and grinned to herself.
"Now," she muttered. "To find what spell I cast..."
Hermione headed into the classroom to see if Draco was actually injured, and her mouth dropped in shock. There stood the flaxen haired boy, but his robes were much to big on him. His hair was slicked back, and his steely grey eyes held innocence within them. Plus, he only really came up to Hermione's thigh.
"I'm Draco," the boy said, scrunching up his nose. "Are you mommy?"
Hermione fumbled for the right words while flipping frantically through the pages of the spell book. She smiled over in Draco's direction and snapped the book shut when she had found the spell. The color drained from her face as she nearly collapsed with the shock.
She had turned Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, into a seven-year-old boy.
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So, how'd I do? A bit short I know, but I think they'll get longer as we progress. Please tell me if there are any errors that I need to correct. Constructive criticism is wanted! I don't know if I'll get a Beta for this story. If I do, it'll be more likely for the 'Britishisms' than the grammar or spelling. Anyone, the only thing that could make me happy is for you to:
Review! :)