Okay y'all this is my first Harry Potter Fanfiction! Yes Hermione is a real pureblood, and her eyes features will be a little different. Most Characters will be a little OC but I just like everyone to have a nice and evil side. Her parents are both Death Eaters sadly but it gets better. Please no flames! Feedback would help too!

In this chapter Hermione is 11. It's the day before they all leave for Hogwarts. They are having a sending off party of sorts. Pansy is Hermione's first cousin on her mother's side.

Hermione P.O.V

The urge to roll my eyes was almost unbearable as I stood quietly by my parents side greeting people as they entered our home. My mother continued to talk to Theodore Notts parents about an upcoming gala to celebrate all the pureblood children heading to Hogwarts for the first time. While my father smoked a Cigar with Crabbe Sr. I was annoyed with the fact my parents seemed so stuck on the word Pureblood and everyone else in this blasted room seemed just as keen to go along with it. Gazing around the room I spotted Pansy Parkinson latching on to Draco's arm while Crabbe and Goyle sniffed around the food the house elves had worked hard to prepare. She hadn't even thanked them but I surely planned to, I love my mother but she was so uppity sometimes, and treated people and elves like dirt. Bidding goodbye to my parents I decided to join my fellow soon to be classmates.

"Hello Pansy" I tried sounding sincere and even though she was my First cousin I couldn't stand her.

"Ah hello bushy, your hair looks amazingly horrid today" She replied with a snotty tone. Merlin I couldn't stand her and my hair was perfectly straight today.

"And you face still looks like a pug Pansy, what a doll you are" I replied quickly before turning from her and proceeding to talk to Blaise who had just arrived.

Blaise like me seemed indifferent on our parents Blood status choice he was more focused on the new broom that was coming out which also peeked Draco's interest who was now marching over to us after escaping from the Leeches hold oops I mean Pansy.

" Anyway" Blaise stated, " The Nimbus 2000 is supposed to be the fastest broom on the market and I plan to get it the day it comes out because I'm going to be the first pick for the Slytherin Quidditch team!" He stuck his nose in the air and peered down at me winking.

I couldn't help but laugh I knew he was serious about making the team but the snotty attitude was just for fun.

"You know first Years are rarely good enough to make it their first year Zabini." Draco smarted off earning a glare and playful punch to the arm from Blaise.

"He's right though, I have no doubt you both might make it" I said laughing. Both boys gave me a cold stare.

"Okay you both will defiantly make it!"

"Better" they said in unison.

"What about you Hermione, you are just as good on a broom as we are" Draco said slyly.

"You know my mother would have my head if she saw her little lady on a broom, that's not what respectable pureblood women do" I said pureblood with some distain. The real side of me wanted to be normal but the darker side of my personality purred whenever I got attention and thrived from the fear of people's faces. It scared me bit.

After a moment of silence as I spaced out Blaise piped up

"Well whatever! We will disguise you as a boy!" his words shook of the dread I was feeling and I smiled. They always knew what to say to cheer me up.

"Whatever! I don't want to be a stinky boy!" I said peering at Draco, who blushed remember our childhood arguments.

"Well I wouldn't want to be a stupid girl" Draco said chuckling.

I laughed and started to enjoy myself maybe these parties weren't all that bad. I just had to avoid the adults, especially some of Draco's relatives. His aunt Bellatrix years ago had told Sinthia my mother that she wanted to mentor me as I grew so I could serve a "greater purpose" in the future. The argument between my parents and I sparked my magic when I was 9 setting the whole east wing on fire. From that point on they pestered me about it saying I had so much untapped magic that could help sway the world in " The Families" favor. Even now with my anger rising the fire in the fire pit began rising and flickering wildly.

Draco softly touched my arm which snapped me out of my trance, I looked up and he glanced at the patio then back towards me motioning for us to go outside. I nodded quickly needing the escape.

" Hey Blaise we will be back" I said in a rush walking away. After nodding and curtsying respectfully I finally reached the fresh air, with Draco close behind. I leaned against the railing and looked at the stars, the stars looked so free up in the endless sky.

" Hermione you've got to quit thinking about the past you snapped , everyone does. I personally thing the new wing looks better than before."

" Draco it so much to handle! We are eleven! We can't even legally do magic yet our parents expect so much. Our childhood is over isn't?"

"No, your childhood last as long as you let it, you can grow up and start facing the world or you can enjoy the little things, like right now"

I snorted "Ok spill, have you been reading the poetry books I bought"

He blushed and looked away.

"Do you think we will both be in slytherin? Hermione you've gone a little soft"

I laughed "I'm as cunning as ever! I do take after my father who's out smarted yours plenty of times. I could easily fool you" I hated when he doubted my ability to be cunning and malicious, true I treated people fairly but I could be bad. My dark side chuckled at that.

Draco and I have gotten in plenty of trouble of the years, and I once set my dragon named Draco loose on a group of muggle borns. I don't remember if I just remember the feeling of power I got from their screams of terror. I shuddered at the memory, my parents had been proud that day while I wallowed in disgust at my actions.

"Whatever! Are you ready to leave tomorrow, the train leaves at 10:00 right?"

"Yes, I'm arriving early to spot Harry Potter" I said quietly my parents didn't know I wanted to meet the boy they disliked for some reason.

"Harry Potter! The Boy-Who-Lived. My father says I'm to make Harry my friend, so that he will be on our side" Draco said highly.

"Tch, our side what a ridiculous thing it is, I just want to be his friend in general, he will be a breath of fresh air" Usually I didn't sound this hateful blame it on my eleven year old bratiness.

" Yeah Hermione Granger ever miss righteousness"

"Hardy Har" I smiled. We couldn't get mad at each other.

"Just promise me Draco no matter what happens, who we lose, who we face, we will be there for each other, promise me that" my serious voice still sounded childish.

"I promise you. We won't lose each other"

Could a childhood promise last, after a childhood is broken?