Title: Moonchild

Summary: After the death of her parents purebloodprincess Hermione de la Rosier transfers from Durmstrang to Hogwarts; the domain of her exboyfriend Draco Malfoy.

Disclaimer: I made up the past of Hermione, that's the only thing I own. Oh and I own Quirina.

A/N: I know I said I would update all my old stories first, but I just had a sudden inspiration for this one. So there ya go.

To answer some of your questions: Yes this is Hermione Granger. And yes, I know that pureblood Hermione is overdone, but this will be different. I promise. It all starts this chapter.

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I could not wait for dinner to be over, so I could return to my dormitory. I had eaten dinner with my uncle in his private chambers, discussing my education at Durmstrang. It had been nice, but I know that I would have to face the others eventually. I hoped that they would not arrive at the dormitory too soon, because I would love to be alone a while longer. After seeing Draco with that horrible girl, the way she claimed him, I needed to think. Was revenge really what I was after? Was it not below me to do something like that? I did not want Draco to think that I still cared after all.

I settled myself down in one of the luxurious armchairs and stared at the fire for a while. The others were probably still at dinner, because the whole Common Room was empty. I liked it that way. I liked sitting in front of the fire, a book in my lap. It made me feel slightly better about the whole situation.

The portraithole opened and I felt a slight chill. The fire crackled and I focused my attention on it long before I smelled his scent. I had known it was him all along.

"I heard about your parents."

He said, standing in front of the couch I was sitting on. I didn't look up and he added, after a slight hesitation:

"How are you holding up?"

How did he think I was holding up? I regarded him coldly, saying:

"They were my parents."

Draco nodded, almost feeling guilty for daring to ask me that question. Once upon a time he would have known that what I needed wasn't fake sentiment. He would have known that I just needed a friend, a genuine one, to hold me in his arms. But once upon a time had passed and Draco was no longer my friend. We might just as well have been strangers to one another.

Pansy snorted at my comment – I didn't know why, it was not at all funny – which made Draco burst out.

"Shut up you cow!"

I pretended not to feel amused by his comment and instead tried to focus on my book, which proved more difficult than I thought with Pansy fiercely whispering things to Draco. It was difficult to tune out her whiny voice and I found myself listening to her despicable words.

"Sticking up for the Mudblood now, are you? I thought you said it disgusted you...the thought of having kissed those filthy lips..."

I smiled despite the situation. What a ridiculous thing to say! Me, a Mudblood. I expected Draco to laugh, or snicker at least, at this idiotic comment. He did not. It took me a lot of willpower not to look up at him. At his face. What was I thinking? I could not read his emotions anymore. I did not know, when looking at him, whether something someone else was saying was true. I felt a sharp pain in my heart, but ignored it like I did Pansy.

Quirina burst into the Common Room and immediately flung herself at me. I welcomed the distraction and hugged her back.

"I heard..."

She said, her voice filled with emotion. Real emotion. It made me feel like crying too, and I was afraid that he would hear it in my voice, so instead of answering her I stayed silent. She kept hugging me, even when she sat down next to me. It was nice. Perhaps I was not alone.

"How could this have happened?"

Quirina asked softly. I shrugged, indicating that I did not know. She shook her head slightly.

"A muggle..."

She said disbelievingly.

"Suits them right...filthy muggle lovers..."

I heard Pansy whisper behind me. The next thing I heard was a sharp intake of breath. Perhaps he had hit her. God I hope he has.

"Yeah...well..."

I said, trying to focus my attention on Quirina again, instead of listening to whatever physical abuse Draco was currently inflicting on his girlfriend.

"The muggle police said that there was nothing they could have done. They didn't have time to react."

She sighed and hugged me again, feeling that I probably needed it. I hugged back quietly, lingering in the safety of her arms just a little longer, before having to face the world again.

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A/N: I know this is a short chapter but my wrists still hurt. I actually have another appointment with the doctor on Wednesday, maybe I'll have to undergo surgery again. Sigh.