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Draco opened his eyes to the sight of his roommates around him waking up and getting ready for their first official day at Hogwarts. He pulled the red blankets off of him and stood up, ready to take on the day as a Gryffindor. He grabbed the robes from his trunk and carried them towards the bathroom, along with a few other grooming tools. He wanted to avoid making eye contact with any of the older kids. Being the youngest at a school full of trouble making wizards definitely did not have its perks.

"Watch where you're going, Blondie!" A female voice spat at him. He looked up to see the bushy haired girl from the previous night standing in front of him.

"I'm very sorry... it was an accident..." Draco looked up at her. She had a kind face, a gentle face. Draco felt a touch of warmth in his soul while looking at her. She smiled. Draco felt he could look at her for hours.

"Draco, is it? I didn't mean to yell, sorry. Just didn't get much sleep last night. I'm Hermione, by the way." She stuck out a small hand in front of him, which he hastily took in his own and shook.

"See you at breakfast!" She flipped around and walked off, back into the girls dormitories. Draco shrugged his shoulders and walked back to the bathroom to get ready for today.

Draco quickly got ready and followed a few other first years to the Great Hall for breakfast. Hermione joined him and they made small talk on their way to the hall. They took seats next to each other and ate their breakfast, continuing small talk and learning about each others families, and other things.

"So... you're muggle born?" Draco asked, looking the girl up and down. She nodded, with a mouth full of oatmeal. All his life he had been taught that Mudbloods were a disgrace to wizards everywhere, but he couldn't find a flaw in this girl. Maybe his parents had it wrong.

The familiar sound of owls surrounded him, right as the mail came. He quickly saw his owl, Clarus, and payed attention to him as he swooped down and threw a letter in Draco's lap. It was from his parents. Before thinking, Draco picked the letter up into his hands and ran out of the hall.

He was worried. More than worried. Draco stared at the letter for at least five minutes before hearing the warm voice that was Hermione.

"We can open it together if you want?" She suggested. Draco nodded, and tore the letter open as she sat down next to him on the floor.

Draco,

It is quite unfortunate to hear of your misplacement in the house of Gryffindor. It is an abomination, and an embarrassment to the Malfoy and Black name. You are not the son we raised, Draco. You are no son of ours. We are ashamed of you, just as we were ashamed of Sirius and Andromeda. Please, do not write back, as we do not wish to hear from you. We do not wish for you to be apart of our lives anymore.

We are ashamed, Draco. Ashamed.

-Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.

No longer your parents, as you are not our son.

Draco reread the letter and cried. He cried a lot and could not stop crying. He cried into the shoulder of Hermione Granger, a mudblood, wearing Gryffindor clothing and he was okay with it. He was okay with it all. He did not cry because his parents hated him, he cried because he didn't care. Draco began to question whether he was his parents son at all, for the letter did not hurt him. He was glad to finally feel welcome in a place. He was glad he didn't have to pretend to be someone he wasn't anymore.

"I'm sorry about them." Hermione whispered.

"I don't care. I'm okay. With everything." He said.

And he was. He was okay with everythung,