Disclaimer: Unfortunately I did not have the pleasure on creating the Harry Potter series but I do have the pleasure of twisting the story in anyway I want to and make any pairings I want because it came into existence( thanks J.K. Rowling). Thank you to those who already started reading my story! Here's the next chapter.

Draco: Flourish & Blotts

Draco looked around impatiently for the last book on the supply list. He found nearly all of them and was yet to find The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection. The books were starting to get heavy on his arms and there was no one to help him carry them. His mum was downstairs looking for a new Potions book while his dad was at Borgin & Burkes. Probably finding an instrument to use on muggles, Draco thought and scowled with discontent.

It always happened. Lucius promised him a new object of interest and Draco grew happy that he had something new to show off to his friends. Then as soon as he got what he wanted Lucius took off again. Leaving him alone to play with his things, with no one to share his joy with. Occasionally his mother would come and cheer him up by taking him to his friends house and promising another treat when he came back, but it just wasn't the same as having a father to talk about certain things that guys only discussed.

Draco just wished his father acted more like Blaise's. Blaise always told stories about how his dad took him out to Quidditch games and on trips to Bulgaria, Italy, Paris etc. Whenever they go to another country Draco just sat in the hotel room while his father went out for business and his mother went to shop. And sure, his father took him to Quidditch games but they never actually talked or acted excited when the team they favored won. 'A Malfoy does not hop around like a hooligan,' he would say with disgust as he sneered at the other people doing exactly that during the games, 'we behave with more respect and bow.'

Bow, bow, bow. Who the bloody hell bows during a Quidditch game? Though he acted like he agreed with his father and sneered at other people right along with him, on the inside he felt like he would blow his top. Don't get him wrong, he enjoyed being at the top of the social pyramid, it made him feel important, but sometimes he wished he could just be normal.

Draco's thoughts distracted him from his task for awhile. So when he felt the impact of another person slam into him he was unprepared and tumpled down to the floor, the rest of his books coming down with him.

Draco already was in a foul enough mood and that fall was his breaking point. He whipped his head toward the cause of his situation and was prepared to throw a tantrum when he froze.

She is beautiful

Standing before him was a girl, about his age, wearing baggy jeans and a red jumper with Chuck Taylors on her feet. She had sparkling amber eyes and a cute button nose with freckles dusting across it. She had wild brown hair that surrounded her head like a halo. She was different.

Throughout Draco's childhood he only ever met girls that were pureblood, girls that his parents wanted him to marry. Girls like Pansy Parkinson. Same style, same look, same everything. It's not that they weren't pretty, it was just that they were all pretty terrible on the inside. They all agree with blood purity and are basically copies of each other. Draco was sure they would grow out of it eventually but for now he wouldn't consider getting involved with any of them. This girl however was different, Draco could feel it. He was…. excited.

"Oh My Gosh! I am so sorry!" the girl said to him. She dropped down to her knees and started to help him collect the books he had dropped. Draco could only stare at her with mild surprise. If this ever happened around any of his friends they would just walk off or briefly apologize to him while waiting for him to pick up his books by himself. No one he knew would have stopped to help him pick up his books.

Once the girl picked up all the books she looked at him again. She frowned. "Are you all right?"

Only then did Draco realize he was staring he flushed and looked away feeling embarrassed. If his parents were here they would scold him for forgetting his manners. "I'm fine," he mumbled in reply. Draco snuck a quick look at the girl again and found that she was smiling at him, revealing her slight overbite which made her seem even more endearing. If possible he turned even redder. He'd never reacted this way to anyone before and so far this experience has been truly humiliating. He felt like an idiot. The girl didn't seem to mind, thankfully.

While Draco tried to pull himself together the girl seemed to look over his books. Her smile widened which made Draco's stomach start to flutter.

"You're a first year too," she said. She seemed pleased and for some reason that made Draco happy. He nodded slowly, not sure where she was going with this. "I'm glad I ran to someone else in my year, I have so many questions." She held her hand out to shake. "My name's Hermione. Hermione Granger."

And just like that Draco's heart sank. He didn't recognize the name, so she couldn't be a pureblood or a halfblood. Hermione was a muggleborn. His parents would be so mad at him for even staying in her presence that long without insulting her at least once. His father would beat him for even thinking such flattering thoughts of her.

Then his mind flashed to last night. To the blue-eyed muggle girl who he witnessed tortured and murdered. The way she looked at him like a monster. He fought with the side of himself that wanted to be a so-called 'honorable' pureblood'. He promised himself that he would give muggleborns a chance and he wasn't about to back out of that promise.

"My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," he stated as he shook her hand. Hermione threw her head back and laughed. Draco stared at her again, mesmerized. At that moment he promised he would do everything to make her laugh over and over and over again.

"You sound like James Bond," She exclaimed, her eyes glittering with mirth. Draco tilted his head to the side confused. Who was this James Bond? He decided to ask and Hermione's expression turned from amused to shocked.

"You don't know who James Bond is?" she asked disbelievingly. Draco tried not to show that he was embarrassed but he was sure he failed miserably. Great, now he seemed even more like an idiot. Draco knew it was most likely a muggle thing and it wasn't unusual to be unaware of things like this but he could only think of how he looked in her eyes. To save himself from his embarrassment he decided to explain.

"I-I-I'm pureblood," he stammered. Malfoys don't stutter, he could almost hear his father recite in his head, we speak loudly and clearly for all to hear. Hermione nodded her head understanding displayed on her face. Draco was fascinated once again by how different Hermione was to the people he knew. Everything she felt showed on her face. She wore her heart on her sleeve. Draco found that to be strangely comforting.

"Professor McGonagall told me about the different blood statuses of this world. Mugleborn, halfblood and pureblood right." Draco nodded. "Then your family has been involved with magic for generations!" Hermione was suddenly animated. "This is even better than I expected. How is your culture like? Is there any sort of fiction in the Wizarding World? What sports do you like to play? How do you travel? How is the Muggle world different from the Magic one?"

As Hermione continued to fire questions at him she drew closer and closer until their faces were merely inches apart, they were practically breathing the same air. Hermione breath fell on his cheek as he inhaled and he smelled peppermint. Draco's heart was beating harshly in his chest because of his proximity to the muggleborn girl.

Hermione seemed to realize how close she was and drew back quickly, a rose like color appearing on her cheeks. She tucked her hair behind her ear and cleared her throat nervously.

"Sorry, sometimes I get a bit intense," Hermione admitted sheepishly. Draco didn't mind though. He didn't seem to mind a lot of things when it came to Hermione Granger.

"It's alright," Draco said gently, "I don't really know much about muggles. My parents say that their…"

He trailed off. Hermione's look of happiness had turned into a look of disappointment. Stupid, stupid, stupid Draco, he thought to himself. He didn't mean to hurt her feelings. He only talked about what he would usually talk about with his friends. And that's the problem, he chastised himself, she's not one of your rich friends. You have to be gentle.

Hermione smiled sadly and stood up. "It's alright. Professor McGonagall told me about what you call people like me." She stared at her lap for a moment then looked at him shyly through her hair. "You don't think I'm filthy blooded, do you?"

"I think you're brilliant," Draco said a little bit too quickly and shot up from his place on the floor. This surprised him yet it didn't surprise him, if that made sense. Hermione was the first muggleborn he met yet she seemed perfectly alright to him. She seemed intelligent and kind and she had a great laugh and he liked everything about her in general. "I mean you're the first muggleborn I've met and you don't seem filthy at all."

Hermione let out a laugh again and Draco relaxed. He said the right thing. "Thanks, I guess." She looked down and picked up his books. "Can you help me find these books? I don't really know what I'm doing."

Draco brightened immediately. Spending more time with Hermione seemed like a wonderful idea. A bonus would be learning more about the muggle world. Seeing it from another perspective. "Sure."

Hermione handed the books back to Draco and they walked back the way he came. While they were getting books they talked about they're lives. Hermione talked about how instead of using potions to fix their teeth they had dentists, and that her parents are some of these dentists. Apparently they were very popular and did the teeth of several celebrities including the Queen of England. Draco was impressed with how muggles managed without magic but was grateful he didn't need to put medal in his mouth to fix his teeth. Hermione had laughed but agreed with him.

He also learned about her love of books. Draco thought that was great because he secretly enjoyed books as well, not to the extent of Hermione's love, but close enough. None of his friends cared about a good read, so he had no one to talk to about books. With Hermione he could do that freely. In turn Draco told of how his father worked in the ministry and had connections with nearly everyone in the Wizarding World. He also told her of some magic customs including Quidditch. Hermione seemed appalled by the sport.

"How could you possibly fly on something as unstable as a broom?" she had asked.

"A broom is actually surprisingly stable," Draco had replied, "It's like riding a bike." Hermione had also explained a few things muggles liked to do like biking, skateboarding, and football. "You just have to have the right grip and balance and it's easy. Sure you may get injured, but that could easily happen with other sorts of magic too."

Hermione seemed to agree with him as soon as he explained it. In fact, instead of being terrified of it like she was before, she seemed excited to try it at school.

Too soon they found all their books and paid for it at the counter. Draco and Hermione shuffled awkwardly in one place, attempting to stay near each other. Finally Hermione spoke. "Do you want to join me, my parents, and Professor McGonagall?"

Draco was ecstatic, definitely not opposed to spending more time with his new friend. Until he remembered that he should ask his mum first. Last night she didn't seem as against muggles and muggleborns. Hell, she even cried for the muggle girl. However, he wasn't sure how she would react to spending time with them. Draco decided to take a chance.

"Maybe. I'll have to ask my mum first." Draco said. Hermione smiled then headed off in the direction he presumed her parents were. Draco started towards his mother in the potions section feeling nervous. He hoped that she would agree. If she didn't he would continue to argue his case and annoy her until she relented. And if that didn't work, then he would go with hermione anyway. She seemed amazing and Draco was pretty sure he would regret it for the rest of his life if he didn't get to know her. Draco's plan decided, he felt much more confident. He swaggered the rest of his way towards his mother and found her sitting at a table reading a book. Draco tapped her on the shoulder. His mother turned around and smiled.

"There you are! I was waiting forever! Let's go to Madam Malkin's to get your robes."

"Actually Mother, I was asked to join my new friend, Hermione Granger to continue shopping," Draco stated bravely.

Narcissa arched and eyebrow. "I've never heard that name before. Is she halfblood?"

"No Mother, she is a muggleborn," Draco steeled his expression, awaiting any possible reaction.

Narcissa looked caught off guard. "Are you sure?" she asked.

Draco was astounded. She asked him as if she didn't want to believe what she was hearing. Draco became angry. Perhaps he was mistaken about his mother's expression from last night. "Mother, I'm going to hang out with Hermione whether you like it or not, I'm merely asking out of curtesy," Draco spat. He would not tolerate any bad talk about his new friend.

Narcissi was taken aback from her son's behavior. It looked as though she was going to yell at him but stopped suddenly. Something must have showed on his face that said Draco wasn't going to back down. Narcissi sighed, accepting that there was no way to convince him to defer from his decision.

"Alright," Narcissa said, and Draco's features immediately brightened. "But only if you keep this from your father. No one is to know of this except you and me."

Draco nodded solemnly, understanding his mother's words. If Lucius were to find out, Draco would never hear Hermione's wonderful laugh ever again.

Narcissa stood up and followed Draco over to where Hermione, her parents and Professor McGonagall were waiting. As soon as Hermione caught sight of Draco she brightened and waved at him. Draco smiled back and walked towards her eagerly. He hugged her as soon as she was close enough and buried his nose into her hair, inhaling her scent which he just noticed smelled of parchment and chocolate. Narcissa was surprised at the display of affection towards the muggleborn and Hermione's parents were too but the two first years didn't notice over their chatter.

Narcissa looked at her former teachers and the two muggles warily. The first one to talk was Mrs. Granger. "Hello Mrs. Malfoy. My name is Emma and this is my husband Dan."

Narcissa smiled politely. "My name is Narcissa. I heard you two are dentist."

And just like that they hit it off. They started talking about their jobs and annoying people they had encountered that day. While the Malfoys and Grangers talked Professor McGonagall looked on in approval. Ever since she has known the Malfoys and Blacks all she had seen of them were muggle hating, coldhearted, crooks. Now, however she saw people ready to take a chance, people who aren't so willing to bend to the will of their ancestors and society. If she didn't see it herself she would have laughed at anyone who told her of what she was seeing, that a group of bigoted pureblood were enjoying the company of muggles and muggleborns. A seed of hope was planted deep within Minerva McGonagall's being.

Perhaps muggles and wizards getting along wasn't impossible.