The first day.

Hermione awoke the next day, to the smell that you inhale on a summer morning when you are out in the woods after it rains. That smell that makes you want to melt. That smell slowly changed to that of eggs and bacon and toast and... oh it couldn't go on. Hermione felt her stomach growl and she left her bed to go get some breakfast.

As she went down the hallway she saw that the colours had changed, the walls were a light yellow and the furniture was bold black leather. she thought that they looked rather comfy as well.

'What would you like for breakfast today?' asked Fred, who was over the stove.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but was inturupted by Fred.

'Two eggs, four pieces of bacon and two pieces of toast is right isnt it?' said George peering over Freds shoulder.

'Um, yes please?' she said confused.

'Muggles have great inventions. But wizards have magic to help them along. This pan,' he showed her a cookie sheet 'was enhanced by us to suit the needs of any person.' said Fred.

'Have you sold many of these yet? I think that they would be big sellers.' sail hermione

'No, I dont think that they would fit in with the whole joke shop thing we have going on.' said George 'We would need to make a whole new line, of helpful, household products. Why have a house elf to do the cooking and cleaning if you can have devices that do it instead.'

'Oh, but you can't do that, that would be completely getting rid of their jobs, that wouldnt be good.' She replied

'Oh dont fret Hermione, they are a long way off of being perfected.' george said as he set down her plate.

Hermione took a bite of her toast and was utterly confused, because her toast tasted like bacon. 'Why does-'

'Thats what we mean when we say we havent perfected it yet. Its just the taste thats wrong, at least its not toxic anymore.' said fred

'Well i guess thats an up side.' said hermione 'What are you two up to today?'

'We have a shop to run, speaking of which, we have got to run down there now, we are after all opening in 5 minutes.' with that the twins left down a stairway and into the shop below.

Hermione, who was eager to get out for a bit of fresh air left the shop and went to the ice cream shop down the way. When she paid with her last sickles, she decided it was most likely time that she went to get more money out of her account that her parents had set up for her.

When Harry died, he left her a substancial amount of money. All the money he had was divided between herself and the Weasley family. She got the Black house, but she decided that she would not live there. It seemed that whoever called that place home ended up dead.

When she arrived at the bank, she noticed that things had changed quite a bit. instead of having many tellers along the walls, there were only four with long lines behind them. She was about to go and join one of the ques, when she saw that a goblin was headed towards another desk.

'Hello, my name is Hermione Granger, I would like to get some money out of vault 822.' she said

'Do you have proof of identity?' the goblin asked.

'Would a muggle drivers lisence be alright?' she hesitantly asked.

'I will accept it this time, but you should know that not all goblins are as kind as me. I would advise you to get a wizards information and magic identification card, or for short a WIMIC, They are afterall very usefull.' The goblin said this all very fast, so it seemed as though he was very impatient.

'Where would I be able to aply for a Wimic?' she asked

'You could fill out this form on the way down to your vault, and hand it back in to me on your way out of the vault. Then it would be a matter of minutes before you get it.' with that he handed her a form and then sent her off with a goblin to go to her vault.

She hoped in one of the carts, and she read and filled out the form on the way down. It had the regular questions like name, birthdate and age, but then it also had your blood type with the selections pure, half and mud. She was appauled at that, but she circled the coresponding type.

When she got out of the tunnel which too her about 20 minutes, she was done with the form, and handed it to the first goblin she met that day. He excused himself from the customer he was serving and went to help her get it all approved. He read through and saw that she was muggleborn.

'Ah, I see that you were one of the few lucky ones that were allowed to live? Why did they allow you to live?' he asked.

'I graduated top of the year from Hogwarts.' she said

'Oh, so your a Hogwarts student?' he asked 'I was going to go there, but they would allow it, they said that nobody with goblin heratige was allowed to attend that school. Yet they do have a ghost teaching, and someone who is part goblin. Its absurd!' he shouted.

'That is ridiculous! The law states that anyone who wishes to recieve a education may do so!' she said.

'But you see young lady I am not considered anyone. I am considered a goblin. Not a person.' He said as he handed her a card. 'But i must be getting back to my job, so good day to you, and I hope to have the privelidge of serving you once again.' He bowed, although it was not nessesairy.

She left and decided that she would go to the Leaky Cauldon to have a couple of drinks with Tom.

'Hello Tom! How are things going for you?' she asked

He looked around sulkily 'They have been better. I remember when this room was filled with laughter and happiness, now secrets and lies are all that radiate through here.' he said

'Well thats no good. You have to have a few people that still come in and brighten this place up.'

'There is you. You are the only one who walks in here with a smile, and back out with the same one.'

Just then a man approached the bar and asked for a fire whiskey. She thought that the man was rather attractive. He had short brown hair with hints of blonde showing through, and walked with the air of someone who was athletic.

'Hello, I'm Hermione.' She said as she heald out a hand.

'Are you sure you want to shake my hand?' The man asked. 'I am afterall, oh lets see, how did you put it, oh yes, I am afterall a foul loathsome evil little cockroach.'

'You!' she said 'You are the reason Dumbledore is dead, you are the reason Harry had no guide to kill the dark lord. You-' with that he placed a hand over her mouth.

'I would keep it hush hush about who you are and who you supported.' He said. 'There are a few people here who lost loved ones to your precious Harry.' he then removed his hand from her mouth.

'You know, if looks could kill, you would be dead.' she said glaring daggers at him ' What are you doing here anyways? Arent you spposed to be out there helping your master!'

'Me? A death eater? I would never resort to that.' he said

'I'm sure, thats why you let a dozen death eaters in the school, and had Dumbledore killed.' she replied rolling her eyes.

'Don't talk about things you know nothing about!' he shouted, by this time most of the bar was straining to keep out of the conversation. Tom had already excused himself. 'I was not going to murder him.' he whispered. 'My father took me to the dark lord!'

'Bullshit' she said ' You know that you wanted to go, you want to be just like your father!'

'I-I-I never want to be like my father. He is a cold blooded murderer.'

'So you could honestly say, that without a doubt, that your father is the one who told you to join the dark lord in the fight against Harry, and that given the choice, you would have fought on the light side?' she asked.

'If I had the choice, I would not fight at all.' He said. 'Believe it or not, I do have a heart, as cold as it may be, and I would never, ever, fight against my family.'

'I can't believe this, the ferret really-' she was silenced by his hand once again.

'Those school yard bullshit insults are getting really lame you know. If you want to talk in some place more private about this, seeing as we have attracted the whole bar's attention, you could join me in my room, no surprises, no sex, just talk.' he said.

Hermione was appauled at the thought that he would even think of sex while in her presence, and she agreed, hoping that he really was telling the truth.

Draco paid for his drinks and hermione paid for hers, and then they left up the stairs for the rooms.

She entered a room that was very spacious and looked quite homey. there were pictures up on the walls, and the linnens were green and silver "typical slytherin" she thought. Off to one side was a kitchen and a door that leaded off to what she assumed was the washroom, and on the other was his bedroom which was separated by a fine netting that sparkled in the sun that was entering from the sitting area window at the back of the room.

'Nice place' she said nervously.

'No need to be nervous' Draco said. 'Have a seat' He indicated the sofas in the sitting area.

'Alright, so aparently you do have a heart, afterall you are considering a mudblood's feelings. Why did you want to bring me here?'

'I was wondering if you could help me out of a tight spot. I am supposed to be attending a ball in four weeks time. I have asked all of my former classmates, and they all said that they had another date. It is supposed to be for purebloods only.' he paused there.

'Then why are you asking me? I am not a pureblood.' she asked

'I realise that, thats why I want to ask you now, get you trained in all the ways that a pureblood behaves, There is no difference in the blood, its just heritage. There arent any tests that they can do to determine wether or not you are pure or not. I am begging you.' with that he got down on both knees in front of her.

'Whats in it for me?' she asked.

'I could get your WIMIC changed to show that you are pure blood, or half blood or anything really.' he said.

'Why would I want that?' she asked offended.

'You will notice that that people who's cards read pure get treated with greater respect. It's the truth, you will notice that there are even sections in book shops that are for those who have pure blood.' Draco said.

'Why is this ball so important?' she asked, trying to find a reason not to accept his offer.

'It is the celebration of the dark lords return. It will be five years ago on that night.' he said. 'If i don't go, I will most likely be murdered, because I am a pureblood who's family supports his cause.'

'So there will be Death Eaters there? They will recognise me.' she said

'No they won't. Everyone present will be wearing a mask, its to symbolise anonymity. Nobody who is a death eater knows who all the other supporters are.' he replied with a desperate look on his face

'Its getting late in the afternoon and I have some shopping to do. I will consider your offer and I will get back to you. How long will you be staying here?' she asked

'I own this flat. I decided it was time I get out of the house, and it was getting boring, not being able to do anything for myself.'

Hermione was shocked. Having a flat in Diagon alley was like having a mansion in New York city's Central Park. It simply didnt exist.

'Well then, I will stop by when I have my decision.' she said

'Thats fine. I am willing to wait a little longer, I can be very patient at times.' he said as he walked with her towards the door. 'Thank you for even considering it.'

She left the bar and headed towards the main street in Diagon Alley, and noticed a few signs in some windows she hadn't noticed earlier.

Half-Bloods or Higher standards only.

SALE:
Purebloods-25 off
Halfbloods-15 off
Mudbloods- regular price.

It was then that she realised that living as a muggle-born witch would be harder than she expected. She found a seccond-hand book shop with no standard signs and found herself a book and a seat and began to read about the perfect life of a rich pureblood witch.