A/n: Yeah, Harry Potter doesn't belong to me, blah blah blah. The plot does. Or lack thereof. I kind of just started this…with no plans of how the story will all come together, or anything for that matter. Well read and go ahead and review, if you will. Maybe give me some ideas…

Chapter 1:

It never felt right when he was near here. When he was near her. Sure, she knew of his past. She probably knew more about his past than he wished to know. He knew nothing of hers, of course. No one did. If anyone did, her whole façade would be ruined. Everything she worked for would be completely ruined. No one would look at her the same. They wouldn't look at her the same, but they would respect her more. Respect her more out of fear than anything.

She looked up as he walked past. He sneered at her. She looked back down. He probably thought he had defeated her. As she stood up to close to door to the train compartment, she tried to get a good look at him. His past didn't show through him at all. She knew the reason why she never reacted to his harassment. She knew his past was haunted. She knew he did it to compensate for his disturbed childhood. The only thing she caught a glimpse of was his retreating back, his light blonde hair obvious against the dark walls of the hallway.

She picked up her book and tried to concentrate, but all she could think of was the past summer. Of course, she had gotten Head Girl. And of course, he had gotten Head Boy. It was painfully obvious how the rest of the year would go. Painstakingly slow. She looked around the compartment and remembered the fight. Of course, Harry and Ron never understood her. They only used her. She brought it up to them and they got defensive. She told them to stop using her or to not talk to her anymore. Needless to say, they chose the latter. She shook her head slightly at the thought of them. She didn't need them, anyway. She was Head Girl. She was going to be successful. Harry would go on to having an even larger ego and Ron, well with Ron, it was difficult to say.

She thought back to the day earlier in the summer when her parents told her about her real past. It had always been completely obvious to her that she wasn't really her parent's child. Her parents were mere dentists. Oh, she knew she would become something so much greater than that. She would make something of her life. And she didn't need Ron and Harry getting in her way.

The book she was reading was no ordinary book. She could remember how she came across the book. It was the day she was at Malfoy Manor. Yes, Hermione Granger was at Malfoy Manor. She was there on so-called important business. Well, to her it seemed completely tedious. She snuck off to the library and picked up the book. She couldn't put it down. Complete with the history of all the dark witches and wizards, all the spells and potions that had been created by them. They had really done something with their lives. Their story was written down in history and she was reading it. They had been great. They had been what she will be.

If only he knew her real self. His father knew, but he, he would die of shock. He would get on his knees and beg for forgiveness. He would ask her why he kept it from everyone. She wanted to keep under the radar. Well, that's what her real father wanted her to do. But of course, it would be quite a while before he ever found out. But of course, one day he will. One day he'll fear her. She will finally have the upper hand with him. She wanted him to know. She wanted him to fear her. She wanted to control him.

Year by year pasted, but he always felt he could control how she was, her reactions to him. He thought he was above her. For all those years, she knew he was wrong. She knew there was a flaw in his belief. For a while she thought it was because she completely disagreed with what he was saying. After a while, she started agreeing. She never fought him back. She didn't cry or react. She just looked at him and he would laugh. Obviously, if he ever said those things to her now, he would be knocked down a few notches. She wouldn't put up with it this year. Not when she knew for sure. She would put him in his place. He would know.

She never did tell her father all he put her through. She didn't think it was necessary. He would get his one day, right? Karma? Yeah, but now she's thinking she should have told him. He still looks at her like she is nothing.

She looked out the window of the compartment. It was getting late. They must be arriving soon. She saw him coming up the hallway as she turned her head towards to door. He was slowing down. He stopped in front of her compartment and started opening to the door. She watched him enter her compartment. She heard him say some crude remark about her blood and why her boyfriends weren't with her. She looked at him and sighed.

He was taken aback. Why wasn't she reacting again? What had happened those past few years when she stopped caring about what he had to say? When did she get the guts to actually look at him in the eyes?

With a smirk on his face he said "Granger, stop looking at me like that. You obviously don't deserve to"

Well, he's obviously oblivious to her position over his.

"Malfoy, I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now. Leave." She said while looking him directly in the eye. His silver-blue eyes. When did eyes come in a color like that? Well, they were darkening. Apparently, her last comment angered him.

"And what makes you, a low mudblood, think you can tell me when to leave?"

She shook her head and under her breath muttered "If only you knew". He looked at her and asked her to repeat herself. She shook her head. Sure, she wanted to rub it in his face, but not this soon. This wasn't the right time. She looked at him and said "I'll see you in the common room later. I'll tell you then. Not now." He looked like he was going to question her, so she pushed him out of the compartment. She saw him stop for a moment, with a look of confusion on his face. He didn't look angry. He looked worried? When did he grow emotions? Well he obviously always had them, but it was evident he did everything in his power to hide them. Emotions would bring him to his downfall. The only emotion he showed was hatred, and to be honest, she thought that was an act, too.

The train came to a jerky halt. She was looking forward to this year. She grabbed her books and left the compartment and entered the busy hallway. She followed the stream of people up to the carriages. She saw his blonde hair farther up in the crowd. She wanted to be in the same one as him, but at the same time didn't. She didn't want him to bring up what she said in the compartment. But she wanted to sit with him. She wanted to think of how she, for once, was completely above him.

After all, she was the one and only daughter of Voldemort, the Dark Lord, himself.