not jk rowling

also! so sorry i didn't even realize the fond was messed up when I posted it! it took a review for me to realize so thank you!

It had been four years, Hermione sat on a bench near the flowing water fountain and she contemplated every decision since eleven which had led her to here.

Four years ago, a fresh muggle born witch excited to enter a world that finally would accept her and maybe for the first time she had imagined having friends. Professor McGonagall had introduced her to the wizarding world and secured her entry into Hogwarts. However, it had been in Diagon Alley where she had become jaded to the British wizarding world.

Hermione remembered the day like it was yesterday, they had entered the Leaky Cauldron with a group of muggleborn students and their muggle parents. McGonagall had instructed them to remove their school lists and follow her as they made their way around the street collecting their fares. The only time the students were left alone was for an hour before lunch, an hour to explore and grab some items not on their school lists. Hermione's mother, the fashionista that she was had quickly grabbed her daughters' arm and brought her to a clothing store she had spotted, not the one where they got their uniforms, but another. This one was called, 'Twilfitt and Tattings', her mother Helen had an eye for fashion and immediately loved the fancy clothing.

Hermione's mother, Helen had said to her, "You're a witch now, it won't do to only have school robes you need to fit in!"

Helen and Richard had never balked at prices before and they certainly weren't now, they ran their own dental practice and Richard came from old money, a French family where his trust would keep them comfortable for the entirety of Hermione's life even if her parents didn't want to work. However, the witch who was working at the store, numerous times mentioned how many galleons the robes cost and directed them to a second-hand store down the street, Helen had firmly dissuaded her and told her money wasn't a problem while she sent Hermione to get fitted.

Hermione had gone into the fitting room while another boy was there, wondering if he could potentially be in her year. His white blond hair stood out to her while she stepped onto the fitting platform, and she had introduced herself. The boy's nose had scrunched in disgust when he told her he didn't recognize the name, and then when she had told him she was a muggleborn, he had looked to his mother and said, " It's bad enough mud bloods are allowed to enter Hogwarts but Tilfitts? It's not as if they could dream of affording it."

Her mother had entered the fitting room at that moment and witnessed the name calling though neither Granger girl knew what the word 'mud blood' meant, they were smart enough to know it was an insult. Helen collected her daughter from the fitting platform before the fitting even happened, sending a glare to the blonde-haired mother and son group.

"Come Hermione, we won't be spending our dirty money at a bigoted store. They're so behind the times I'm sure we could find something better at the second-hand store by our home. Only 50 pound or 25 galleons for a formal robe? The quality must be horrendous."

Helen Granger was a society woman, she knew how to handle the most stuck up of the lot of them and certainly knew how to act around these superior types. She had put her arms around her daughter stuck up her nose and led her out of that retched store.

At the time Hermione's eyes had gone misty and her bottom lip had wobbled. Helen had led her directly to Professor McGonagall and demanded to know what the word 'mud blood' meant and after that explanation had demanded a list of wizarding schools in other countries determined not to let her daughter spend seven years surrounded by bigots who believed Hermione had dirty blood.

McGonagall had tried to talk Helen out of it stating that students could only attend the school where they had citizenship but once Richard was informed of the situation, he told the teacher Hermione had dual citizenship and they left that day with an owl and plans to apply to Beauxbatons.

Now four years later, Hermione sat in France. She was so different and now faced with the opportunity to go back to Wizarding Britain Hermione was lost in her thoughts wondering who she would be if she had never left. She imagined she'd still be top of her class, just like she was here but probably a little more insufferable given that she'd have to prove herself to the purebloods at every moment. Her hair certainly would be different, Hermione thought with a little laugh the Delacour's had taken a family spell from their grimoire for her hair.

Hermione also thought sullenly, she probably would have no friends. It had been a surprise walking through the castle doors of Beauxbatons but a certain thirteen-year-old Fleur Delacour had almost immediately claimed Hermione as her new sister. Even at thirteen Fleur was a force to be reckoned with, she wasted no time marking Hermione as off limits from any type of bullying even if it was a friendly jest. Due to this, Hermione didn't find it hard to make friends in her year, she was helpful and knew exactly how to act as a posh witch. She rather liked that Beauxbatons didn't use houses to separate their students, the only rivalry was of Intelligence and of course – Quidditch.

Hermione wondered if she would have ever made the Quidditch team at Hogwarts, or if she would be half as good a seeker as she was currently. Instead of house teams, professors stepped forward and made their own there was currently six Quidditch teams at Beauxbatons and she loved it. It was thrilling honestly the wind through her hair, there was a bit of danger Hermione grimaced remembering her last season, she had been struck by a bludger and lost her front teeth. It had been a blessing in disguise she thought as Hermione ran her tongue over her new teeth no longer was, she bucks toothed. Fleur had looked disapproving of the alteration, but she hadn't said anything to the school healer, so Hermione was grateful.

She sat for hours lost in thoughts of her last four years and what could have been she had hardly realized it was nightfall until Fleur came looking for her.

"Ma soeur! Viens du froid!" Fleur called to her as she walked up to the girl who was lost in thought, she looked fondly at her. She wrapped her cloak around the petite young girl's shoulders and directed her to their dorms.

Fleur was a seventh year and as she was the top of her year, she got to decide who was in her dormitory. It could be anyone but first years, as they all had to room together for traditions sake. Hermione had been her first pick for a dorm mate. Hermione often got lost within that mind of hers, when contemplating a decision so Fleur wasn't surprised or offended when Hermione didn't speak during their walk to their room.

"As-tu decide? Allez vous venir a Hogwarts?"

Hermione snapped back into it and looked to her friend with a grin and pink cold flushed cheeks, "Oui."