AN: First fanfic, yay! But anyway, if this goes down well then more chapters will be submitted. This is based on the scene from Harry Potter and the Philospher's Stone in the aftermath of the very first Charms lesson and what would happen if Draco had taken pity. Each chapter will be scene from either the books or films depending on which I can remember best.
"It's leviOsa, not leviosaaaaa"
Ron's words cut quite deeply. She had only been to help him, to make it possible to do well in Charms and now he was walking through the courtyard with Harry Potter conversing about the just finished Charms lesson that had resulted in a mini explosion and the newly created frosty tension between Ron and Hermione.
"What is her problem? She's a menace."
That did it. Hermione could take no more of Ron's hateful, hurtful words. Striding forward, she barged past the two people she had thought might be her friends, blinking back the stinging tears that were heavily blurring her vision. Watching her storm across the courtyard with sheer curiosity, was a pale haired, pale faced young boy sporting a green uniform and a concerned look.
"Draco, what you staring at?"
"Nothing." Draco turned back to the group of fellow Slytherins he had gathered. "What do you think about Harry Potter coming to Hogwarts? I bet he becomes teacher's pet in a matter of days."
"It's okay, you're just smarter than them. That's all, he doesn't appreciate it yet but he'll be thankful you taught him properly. It might even save his life one day."
Hermione wiped away the last few, remaining tears from her tear stained face and looked into the mirror. Her face was reddened and her hazel eyes swollen from the salty tears and the incontrollable reaction of rubbing the tears away.
"We'll go back when I look more human. No-one would want to see this."
"I don't mind."
A strange voice came from the girls' bathroom door. It was not a female voice.
"You're not allowed in here. You're not a girl." Her voice quiet, in fear of it breaking and fresh tears forming with it.
"I'm sorry, but I had to come and see if you were okay. I heard Weasley, it was unfair. And perfect Potter, laughing along like he's something special. But he couldn't get the spell either, they're just jealous of you." The blonde haired boy stepped towards Hermione. "I know this isn't the best first introduction but I'm Draco Malfoy, Slytherin." He extended a hand, his slender fingers curling round her own small hand. Her skin looked deeply tanned in comparison.
"Hermione Granger, Gryffindor."
"Would you like to go to the feast with me? Maybe after, you could show me how to cast Wingardium Leviosa correctly. I think it would be a useful spell to have, I could show Potter a thing or two."
Hermione giggled at this comment, Draco's mouth curved up into a dry smile. He had cheered her up at least.
They exited the bathroom together, Hermione leading with Draco hiding behind her in fear of any teachers or other students wandering the second floor corridor. As they approached the Grand Hall, deep in conversation regarding the correct wand technique for casting the slightly complex Rictusempra spell, a loud set of voice called over to Draco.
"Malfoy! The feast's starting, leave that Mudblood and come join us."
Draco glanced apologetically at Hermione, watching fresh tears form in her eyes.
"Hermione, I…."
Before he could even finish his sentence, two pairs of gorilla arms enclosed his, dragging him away from the dark-haired, red-faced young girl watching her only friend in the school being pulled away from her.
Sorry. He mouthed as his ice blue eyes found her hazel brown ones.
"What are you staring at, you jumped up little Mudblood?" The surrounding Slytherins laughed.
The harsh bark caused Hermione to flinch but it was the ringing laughter that pushed the tears forward, causing her to flee back to her sanctuary of the second floor bathroom.
Draco turned to his friends, blazing anger in his face.
"You didn't need to say that! You made her cry!"
The Slytherins laughed again.
"What do you care? She's a Mudblood and a Gryffindor. The enemy. Stay to your own kind, you'll do much better with us Purebloods."
Draco scowled. His father had been right, he would be required to only mix with the finest pureblooded witches and wizards.
"Are we going to eat or not?" Draco's voice was laced with venom.
Hermione pressed her head against the wooden stall door. Once again, she had been reduced to tears by someone she had thought to be her friend, all because of her blood status and house. What if she was Pureblood? What if she had been the only Muggle-born to be sorted into Slytherin house? Would everything be different? The thought of the jeering from the green-clad table turned her stomach but she had been away from the feast for too long already, any longer and someone would be sent looking for her, Hermione shuddered at the thought of more attention being cast her way. Wiping away the last of her tears she unlocked the stall door, the image of Draco's eyes firmly stuck in her mind.