Hi everyone! This is my first fanfiction, unless you count the one shot I published last year under the name IceCloudCrystal. But this is a whole new story and will be purely dark Hermione. So those who don't like the theory can just...well don't read it. Now, on with the story.

Chapter One: The Meeting Of The Dark Quarter

Hermione walked down the train in a huff. She didn't stop to see if the compartments she passed were empty. Father said that he, Derick Parkinson, Lucius Malfoy and Zane Zabini had always sat in a compartment at the end of the train. So had their fathers before them.

But the main reason of her anger was because that she hadn't wanted to come to Hogwarts. At all.

Her mother, Lyra Mecarto, is from one of the purist and most ancient French pureblood lines in the world. She and her brother Lysander went to Beauxbatons, which her cousin Lucas Mecarto and best friend Fleur Delacour are attending at this very moment. And Hermione wasn't the least bit pleased to part with her friends.

"Mind if I join you?"

There. After five minutes of searching, she finally found them. Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. They must have known who she is, after all, only people from the four families and their invited friends have sat in this compartment for fifty years or so.

"Are you the daughter of Lord Demetrius De Granger?" Pansy Parkinson asked.

Hermione stretched out her hand, "Hermione Mira Dorea Mecarto De Granger. Nice to meet you, Pansy."

Pansy grinned, and took her hand.

"That's a long name." Blaise observed, taking her out-stretched hand. He leaned down, and pressed a light kiss on it. Hermione blushed prettily, and he smirked." Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Miss De Granger."

"Hermione would be fine." Hermione replied haughtily.

Draco also got up, and shook her hand rather formally." Nice to meet you, Hermione."

"You too." She smiled, and took the seat next to Pansy.

"So, Hermione, where were you and your family for the last ten years? Father said that you left the country, but he didn't say where." Blaise asked.

Hermione shrugged." We did. After the Dark Lord vanished, father thought it unsafe to stay in England, even though he was proven innocent." The group shared smirks at this. All of their parents were in the inner-circle, yet only few people could prove it." So we all moved to France. My mother had an estate their, and she and uncle Lysander inherited the Mecarto family business while father continued with the De Granger business."

"Weren't you lonely, being away in a new country for ten years?" Pansy asked.

Hermione laughed." Oh no! We were never lonely. My mother's French you know, and while in France, I mostly played with my cousin."

Just then, the compartment door slid open, and a blond haired girl poked her head in. Daphene Greengrass, Hermione noted.

The Greengrasses were not a particularly powerful family, but they did have some influence at the Ministry. And, from what Lyra said, a family that was certainly worth knowing.

"Did you hear, they're saying that Harry Potter's on the train."

Draco raised an eyebrow, not looking the least bit surprised. "We did, actually. I met him in Diagon Ally."

"What was he like?" Blaise asked, intrigued.

"Thin, a few inches shorter than I am. Suppose the muggles didn't feed him all too well, did they?"

"Suppose not." Hermione countered.

"Well, I best be off. The Patil twins are waiting for my description of Potter." Daphne said, then left.

Pansy waited until she was completely out of earshot before turning to Draco and asking," so, when are you going to do it?"

"Do what?" Hermione asked.

"Father told me to try and befriend him." Draco explained.

"Why on earth would he tell you to do that?" Hermione asked. Who couldn't for the life of her, understand what Mr. Malfoy was thinking.

"Donna, but I've gotta try."

"I don't think that it would work." Hermione said." I saw Potter some time ago, and he was talking to the younger Weasley boy and Longbottom, they were as thick as thieves. I'll bet that he's already been tainted by the two."

"You know, Hermione does have a point." Pansy said, backing her up.

"Blaise?" Draco turned his hopeful gaze to the Italian.

"Sorry mate, but I'm with the girls on this one." He said, shooting Draco an apologetic look.

"Fine." Draco snapped." I'll go find Crabbe and Goya then." Then he stalked out of the compartment.

"I hope we didn't hurt his feelings." Hermione said, after he left.

Pansy laughed." Course not. It's only his pride that's hurt."

When Draco returned about half an hour later, he was in a very bad mood. But Pansy was right about only his pride being hurt, for soon he was talking as happily as always. And stayed that way, for the rest of the train ride.

I hope you liked this chapter, please tell me in your reviews if I should continue this story.

~ Jasmine