Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or A Little Princess.

Note: This is roughly based on 'A Little Princess' there is still magic and everything but the time there is around the second world war. 1939-1945. Oh, and Harry isn't even born yet. Sorry people, but this IS a Hermione/Draco.

"Hermione, we must leave now." John Granger said.

"Papa, why now? Why must we leave England to go to – America. I heard so much about it, and it seems like an exquisite place, but why must we leave England. I love it here." Hermione complained.

"Now – princess. There is some business I have to attend to. My boss has relocated me to America. Don't worry now, you can write to all your friends back in England..." John insisted, checking his watch and then facing his daughter. "Come on sweetie, let's go."

With that he grabbed Hermione's suitcase and headed downstairs to the door.

'I would write...if I had any friends in England...' Hermione thought sadly. She grudgingly followed him and hopped in to the awaiting carriage on the cobbled streets of England.

She would miss all of this, the streets, the weather, the freedom.

Now she would have to go to some stuffy-old boarding school for boys and girls. What was the name again?

Hogwarts, School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

What a stupid name for a stupid school. She looked outside the misty window and sighed. The trip was long, but not long enough for Hermione to spend with her father. He was the only one left in her family. She had no other relatives at all. 'I'll miss him so much.' She thought sadly.

Hermione awkwardly grasped her wand and muttered a spell, making the misty window clear. She looked at the snow falling from the sky. The way it fluttered to the ground. It was sort of peaceful.

Hermione was jerked out of her calm state when the carriage stopped to a halt and John got out and helped his daughter down from the high carriage.

"See princess? That," He said pointing to the large ship in front of them, "Is going to take us straight to America, more importantly, New York."

Hermione nodded, noticing the ship's weird name. The Ravenclaw.

She stepped on to the wooden plank and followed her father up on to the deck. The boat swayed gently under the small waves. She looked over at the horizon and smiled, her father leaned on the railing and put his head down next to Hermione and looked out too.

"Hermione," He started saying, making Hermione face him with a smile, he pulled out a dangling locket, "This was your mother's, I gave it to her when we got married. And now – it's yours." He clasped it around her neck and picked Hermione up.

He twirled her around and she laughed merrily. Even though she was quite old to be twirled around, she enjoyed it very much. Fifteen was quite a big age to be still playing around.

A man across the deck stood silently observing the happy family of two. Mr. Black gently stroked his pet monkey from India and smiled as daughter and father danced joyously to the music.

A black carriage made it's way across the busy street of New York and stopped outside the towering castle. John stepped out of the carriage on the fresh-fallen snow, making a crisp sound. Hermione followed her father skeptically looking at the looming castle.

John Granger knocked twice on the wooden door and shrugged his shoulders when nobody answered the door. He beckoned Hermione to his side to wait with him.

Soon enough, a young woman around the age of her twenties came and opened the door.

"My name is Lily Evans, you must be Mr. Granger and Hermione, please come in," She gushed shaking John's hand. "My sister is coming down shortly, please look around..."

Suddenly, Mrs. Dursley glided down the stairs, her robes billowing behind her.

"Oh good morning Mr. Granger, I hope your trip was pleasant." She said giving a malicious smile, "And this must be the famous Hermione Granger." She looked down at Hermione, raising an eyebrow.

Petunia Dursley continued talking, "Now the girls and boys have a strict curfew of 10 o'clock and then the next morning, will wake up for breakfast at 8 o'clock sharp. We cover the basic lessons of French, Latin, Science, English and Maths, and my sister will be covering all the subjects on – magic...now if you have any questions..."

"Hermione already know Fr –" John insisted, before being cut off by the horse-faced woman.

"Now her room is upstairs, with the big bay windows and the largest bed we can accommodate. When will you be giving the money, Mr. Granger?" She asked, her eyes glinting greedily.

"When I come back from my work..." He stated politely. "I have some business to attend to before going to the...war."

Mrs. Dursley nodded in understanding. "My Vernon has to go as well," She sobbed dabbing away a tear, "I'll miss him terribly..."

"Yes – well, can we see Hermione's room?"

"Yes, of course..." She hurried up the stairs and threw open the double doors and inside it was quite an accommodation. The bedroom was decorated in rich tones of red and gold. The draperies were made of silk, and the blankets were made of satin.

Hermione's suitcases were opened and some of her clothes and toys had already been unpacked.

From the moment she stepped in she noticed the boy her age unpacking her things, but now she walked gingerly up to him and told him softly, "I can unpack these myself, it's okay." He was extremely cute, even though he was quite lanky.

Mrs. Dursley looked absolutely livid when she saw Hermione talking to the servant-boy. "Hermione, get away from that servant."

Hermione looked confusedly at the Headmistress, "Why is he a servant?"

"Because – because he's an albino, look at him."

Hermione glanced at the boy before her; he was blushing slightly and looked very self-conscious in front of Hermione. She could only see the cute bedraggled white-blond hair and the lop-sided smile and his piercing grey eyes. It was now her turn to blush.

"What's his name?" Hermione asked Mrs. Dursley, still facing the servant-boy.

"Why would you want to know his name? Anyways, it's Draco."

Hermione smiled giddily at Draco, he secretly smiled back at her when Mrs. Dursley's back was turned.

Suddenly the Headmistress motioned Hermione and John to move on and see the classroom.

There, Hermione stood looking very self-conscious in front of the twenty-six students looking at her. Half of the girls glared at Hermione and the rest looked interested in this new girl. Well, to say, the rest of the boys were nearly drooling.

Mrs. Dursley finally noticed the locket hanging on Hermione's neck. "This piece of fine jewelry is not allowed to be worn at school."

Hermione grasped on to it tightly, "But – I can wear it in my room, right?"

Hermione looked from her father to the Headmistress.

"If you insist..." She commented.

"I insist." Hermione said.

The whole class gasped, no one had ever contradicted Mrs. Dursley.

She glared at the class and the class quietly settled down.

Hermione sat down in the middle of her plush bedspread. She made her way towards the bay window. She leaned against a cushion and started writing a letter.

Dear Papa,

Even though you have just left I want to tell you that I already miss you.

Hermione tears fell and blurred two words on the parchment.

I hope you do well on your trip. Remember I love you daddy. Good luck.

Your Hermione

She folded the letter and slipped it in to an envelope and sealed it shut. Hermione heard the door creak and made her way to the door.

She turned the handle and opened the door to see a flash of white-blond. Before Draco could run away she grabbed his sooty hand and yanked him in to her room.

He looked very alarmed and said, "Beg your pardon Miss, but I'm not allowed to be here, we'll both get in trouble. Mostly me."

"Hermione." She said, "My name is Hermione, Draco."

He smiled at her, "Hermione."

The way he said her name made her heart flutter. Draco felt the same, and before Hermione could let her tongue slip and tell him that she thought he was cute, his lips found hers and they kissed.

Her soft lips were smoother than silk, he thought. Little did he know Hermione was thinking the same thing. It was their first kiss and they both were enjoying it immensely.

It was quite obvious.

She was falling for Draco, and hard.

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