Will be movie based/with some of the books. I know Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were actually co-ed schools like Hogwarts, but it will follow the movie of being an all girls and all boys' school.

Hermione will be a bit OC, being born a Malfoy.

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Chapter One

"Mione dear, come along." A voice spoke with a firm, but affectionate motherly tone. It belonged to none other then Narcissa Malfoy. The woman stopped, in all her pale, cold beauty, she turned to look at the younger woman a step behind. "Must you drag your feet as if I am guiding you to your deathbed?"

"Mother," Hermione's voice was cool, but far warmer than the other older woman's. "I was fine at my old school, why must I transfer?"

Narcissa held her gaze a moment, then released a sigh of a weary mom. "My dear, this isn't a punishment. Things are to change, my love. I prefer to keep both my children under my watchful eye. I cannot do so if you and Draco are in two separate schools. It will be good for you to spend more time with your brother. Have you grown to hate Draco?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Of course not, I adore him. He is my twin. No one understands me better."

Narcissa cracked a barely-there smile, "I'm glad you two are close. Always stay that way." There was an unsettling eeriness to her voice, almost heartbreaking and worried. It went as quickly as it had come.

"Mother," Hermione pressed. "What did you mean things are to change and why do you look worried?"

Narcissa reached out a pale hand to elegantly smooth Hermione's hair at the crown of her head, in a sweet motherly gesture. This was rare from the Malfoy matriarch, to show such open affection. It only furthered Hermione's concerns. Was her family in danger? Hermione's expression became crestfallen when Narcissa did not breathe a word in response, merely turned away and continued down Diagon alley.

Hermione was slower to follow. Hermione shared Narcissa's unusual hair coloring, ebony black with pieces of platinum, rich blonde. Hermione's blonde pieces were her bangs, with hidden pieces underneath. She'd often hear, she shared all her mother's beauty, and more, but inherited none of her coldness. Hermione was quite affectionate for a Malfoy, this affection was shared with only a select few. Her mother, and her brother. Her father, Lucius, she had very little affection for.

Hermione, as per Narcissa's insistence had attended Beauxbatons Academy of Magic for her first three years. Narcissa had wanted no distractions for Hermione when it came to her education. It was more reason as to why Hermione did not understand her sudden transfer to Hogwarts for her fourth year. She sorely missed her friends, the few she had. The school had been beautiful hidden away in the Pyrenees mountains. Hermione was in Diagon Alley with her mother shopping for school essentials. Narcissa seemed set Hermione would be sorted into Slytherin as was family tradition.

Hermione dressed in a stylish black ensemble as was the Malfoy way, joined her mother's side. "Where are father and my dear brother?"

Narcissa nearly scoffed, "It's the Quidditch world cup, have you forgotten, darling?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Silly me, I did forget. Will we be attending as well?" Hermione did share a silent fascination of quidditch, though she'd never speak it openly. She knew of Narcissa's disdain for the sport. In her mother's words, it was made for brutes.

"Unfortunately," Narcissa replied, her mind appeared elsewhere. "Your father was invited by the minister himself; it would be unbecoming if the whole family did not attend." Hermione hid a slight smile, silently she was excited to attend the world cup. Narcissa turned to her daughter. A knowing look. Narcissa half smirked, "You think I can't tell you're buzzing with excitement, Mione?" Hermione's lips turned up at the corners. "A mother always knows."

The rest of their trip through Diagon Alley had gone quickly and without much interest. Hermione had bought many clothes, new cauldrons and books, everything she'd need for her time in Hogwarts. Night fall was coming quickly and Narcissa had been quick to get herself and Hermione prepared to join her husband and son and the minister for the quidditch world cup.

Hermione had apparated to the grounds with her mother, large tents pegged everywhere. It was easy to find the Malfoy tent, it was an extravagant confection of striped silks like a miniature palace with several peacocks tethered at the entrance.

Hermione arched a brow, "Father never had a taste for subtlety, did he?" Narcissa cast her a quick look of disapproval.

"Hermione," Narcissa chide her quietly, "You will address your father with respect."

Hermione's expression was one without a single emotion. "Respect is earned not given, mother." There was a lingering tone of disgust as if the single thought of Lucius Malfoy set the young woman's blood ablaze.

He was no man that deserved respect. He had always looked upon her with disfavor, never shown her affection, he'd never cast her presence a single thought. Maybe it was because she was born a female, he had his male heir, Draco. The golden child. But Hermione knew it ran much deeper than that, far deeper.

Narcissa sighed, taking her daughter's arm. "Behave yourself."

Hermione gazed demurely at her mother, "Of course, mother."

The two women entered the tent, the tent was enormous. The ambience in the air was gloomy, the mood nearly down right depressing. The décor was lined with various shades of black, green, silver, everything was luxurious and lavish. A constant reminder of the noble house of Malfoy. This tent, Malfoy manor, the air alone always left a heavy weight upon Hermione's skin. Hermione followed Narcissa into the main foyer, a large serpent grandiosely on the floor. Lucius was speaking quietly with others, Hermione recognized very few of them, all members of pure blood families, pure blood families who had supported Lord Voldemort. Hermione quickly noticed Draco standing to the side, arms crossed, leaning against a large column. He appeared disinterested at first glance, but Hermione easily noticed the draw of curiosity that would spark in his eyes as their father spoke.

Lucius stopped speaking when he caught sight of Narcissa, he nodded to her in acknowledgement. "Ah, my wife has arrived." Hermione fought the rise of revulsion that rose in her. Lucius stepped through the group to press a welcoming kiss to Narcissa's cheek in greeting.

Narcissa glanced at her son, "Draco, Mione, off you go. There are matters I wish to discuss with your father in private."

Draco said nothing and strode past, pausing only to kiss his mother on the cheek. Hermione silently followed after him. Hermione could already feel the unease rolling off her brother, he was on edge, he was always on edge lately. Hermione grabbed his hand, Draco paused and turned to look at her curiously. "Show me to my room, dear brother?"

Draco rolled his eyes, but the affection was not missed by Hermione, who smiled, a genuine smile. "Lost already, it's barely been a minute, sweet sister." Draco teased.

Hermione poked him in the shoulder with a manicured finger, "At least you lost that sour look on your face." Draco gave her a black scowl, Hermione smirked. "My, my, still so quick to anger."

Draco turned without casting her another glance, "Hurry up."

Hermione followed, peeking over his shoulder with her short stature. "And here I thought you would've missed me dearly, brother."

"Not enough time has passed to miss you, I assure you."

"Three years wasn't enough?"

"Unfortunately, no."

"I missed you greatly, Draco."

Draco rolled his eyes, "You mean you missed tormenting me constantly."

"That as well," Hermione laughed, it was a tuneful sound, Draco quietly admitted.

The only thing to add some color to this soulless tent, or their home. He'd never admit it, but he had sorely missed her. He had missed her vibrant personality. Hermione was a brightly lit candle in the dark room he called family. Deep down, he felt she was the only one who truly cared about him and his wellbeing. Maybe fourth year would be tolerable with his sister back in his life. Three years has been far to long, far to lonely and quiet without her. Narcissa had easily noticed the change in her son since Jennie had left to Beauxbatons.

Draco stopped in front of a black door with an elegant silver H emblazoned into the wood. "Here." Hermione looked curiously at the door, before opening it. A rush of white fur was quickly at her feet. Hermione looked down to see her prized pet, her Kneazle, Rowan. The white and silver, golden eyed feline was her dearest companion. She picked up the furry beast, a rumbling purr deep in his throat greeted her. She glanced up at her brother.

"Is this your doing?" Hermione asked, her chocolate brown eyes bright. "I had left him at Beauxbatons with a friend. Father hates him. I had hoped to retrieve him once I got settled at Hogwarts."

"I had him brought home, I know how much the little beast means to you." Draco murmured, he sighed in annoyed defeat when the cat leapt down and rubbed against his legs.

"Of course, he means a great deal to me," Hermione looked smug. "You gifted him to me the day I was leaving. I was a little less lonely with him there."

Draco raised a brow, "Careful sister, your emotions are showing." He teased.

Hermione playfully rolled her eyes, "Yes, my mistake, father would rue the day we show an ounce of emotion even amongst each other."

The two settled into her room, not much had changed. Black, white and silvers filled her room. It was spacious, it was a generic room that lacked character and warmth. It was more of a sterile environment. Such as was her relationship with the majority of her family. It was perfect. A sound reminder of what she felt towards the Malfoy family.

Hermione settled to lay on her bed with her feline in her arms purring away. Draco took a seat in an empty chair across from her. "So, sister, tell me, how have you been all these years?"

Hermione scoffed, "Enough of the small chat, Draco. You know it was father who sent me away." Her expression was cold, eyes narrowed. "He felt I was a distraction to you; our bond was a distraction. We were to close." Hermione snorted. "How did he put it so delicately? 'I cannot have Draco distracted by his sniveling little sister, he is my heir, my legacy. He will carry the Malfoy name into greatness. She needs to go, she's a distraction.'"

Draco grimaced, "You had heard all that?"

Hermione struck him with a dark stare. "Of course, I did. Are you daft? He said it loud enough for all the house staff to hear." There was a glimmer of hurt in her brown eyes before she hardened herself again. In Beauxbatons they had called her cold-blooded, the ice queen, the serpent of Malfoy house, many names. She had made very few friends in her time there, only one or two remained by the end of her third year.

"Father does care for you," Draco murmured.

"Father only cares for appearance and status," Hermione replied with indifference. A moment passed, there had been one other, only one more, she had missed beyond Narcissa and Draco. Hermione looked at her brother, a feeling of anger swelled in her heart, her eyes brimmed to life with sadness. "Where is Dobby? Tell me." Hermione whispered, almost pleading.

Beyond Draco, Dobby had been her only friend for years when she grew up in Malfoy manor. The house elf had been so kind and gentle. Hermione had often fought with her father when he'd beat the elf, it would quickly escalate to Narcissa and Draco interfering when Lucius anger had grown to great at times. It had been only once in his blind rage he had struck her, sending her small eight-year-old body sprawling across the Malfoy foyer. Narcissa had been beside herself with fury. It had been Draco who had dragged her back to his room, Draco who had hugged her when the sting in her cheek had become too painful and she'd burst into tears. It had been Hermione who had clumsily bandaged Dobby's wounds that night, the two had shared a bittersweet laugh at their shared injuries. She had greatly loved the house elf. It had torn her apart when upon her return Dobby had not been there with Narcissa to greet her. Her mother never spoke a word about it, and Hermione had never asked.

Draco held her stare, "He was freed. Father gifted him an article of clothing."

Hermione was furious, "Father would never, Draco don't lie to me. Tell me the truth."

Draco glared at her, "That is the truth."

"You're lying."

"I'm not." Draco's tone was frigid. "He's gone, let it go. He's not coming back."

Draco had never seen Hermione so close to tears. Hurt flashed through her eyes before it was replaced by with determination. He knew his sister well; he knew she would not let it go. Hermione had always been so stubborn. It was one of the traits he had always secretly admired about her. Even from a young age, she had found the strength to stand up to their imposing father, when he had failed to. Just as he had failed to protect her from their father's anger.

Draco sighed, "I don't think we should continue this conversation anymore." He expected her to argue. He expected her to be a lot of things, but what he wasn't expecting was for her to become devoid of any emotion.

"Fine," Her voice sounded broken then. It was very un-Hermione like. It made him pause and reconsider his words.

Draco sighed, he stood, ran a hand through his platinum locks. "You should get ready; the world cup starts soon. Father won't be happy if we're late."

Hermione cast a knowing look, "Of course, we wouldn't want dear father upset now would we." Draco flinched. She'd never forget that moment, she'd been struck down by her own father.

Draco headed for the door, for a moment he paused. "I'm glad you're home, Mione." He left her room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

Hermione sighed, burying her face into Rowan's soft fur. "It's never been home." She whispered.

Later that night, Hermione along with Narcissa, Draco and Lucius stepped out of their tent. The whole area was alive with sound and cheers and music. Many dressed in the colors of their favorite teams, Ireland and Bulgaria.

Hermione wore her hair half up in a black bow, and the rest her long hair falling in soft waves to her lower back. Her platinum blonde pieces were on full display, much like her mother's. she wore a black long coat, the neck lined with thick black fur as were the sleeves. She wore black leather gloves and black heeled boots. Her pale skin glowed against the dark attire. She followed quietly; her hand woven through Draco's arm as he escorted her. Ahead of them Narcissa and Lucius walked arm and arm, chatting and laughing amongst themselves, ever looking the happy family. The scene churned her stomach with disgust.

"Can you look anymore disinterested, sister?" Draco spoke to her. "I thought you loved quidditch."

Hermione smiled coolly up at him, "I adore quidditch, it's the company that is lacking, dear brother."

Draco rolled his eyes, a black scowl on his face. "I'm sorry for earlier, alright?"

Hermione only looked straight ahead, "You are not forgiven."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Tell me the truth."

"I did tell you the truth."

"There is quite a bit missing from your story then, Draco."

"I don't know where he went after." He felt her hand tighten on his forearm. "Hermione." He warned her. "I don't know where he went."

Hermione delicately scoffed, "That is unfortunate."

Draco sighed; Hermione's stubbornness was also a trait he hated at times. She could be ruthless and unforgiving. It was rare and never without reason, only when she felt justified. He knew she was justified. She had adored the disgusting little house elf, much to his chagrin. If only to appease her, it was the only time in his life he wished he knew where the house elf had gone.

They had arrived to the stadium, awaiting then had been the minister, Cornelius Fudge, himself. Lucius and Cornelius greeted each other as old friends, Cornelius then greeted Narcissa before turning to the Malfoy twins.

"Ah Draco, welcome my boy." Cornelius said with a bright grin. He then turned to Hermione. "You must be, Hermione Malfoy, welcome child. You are the image of your mother. The Black bloodline runs strong in you it would seem."

Narcissa smiled proudly, "Hermione will be transferring to Hogwarts for her fourth year."

Cornelius shared her mother's excitement, "Wonderful, are you excited, my dear?"

Hermione smiled demurely, "I'm thrilled." Her sweet tone betrayed none of her sarcasm that Draco knew all to well.

Cornelius nodded happily, coaxing them along. "Come along, Lucius, we have much to discuss."

As they had continued to the box, Narcissa had skillfully retrieved Hermione and the two fell back to speak with the minister's wife. Hermione watched as her mother artfully conversed in small talk with Mrs. Fudge, she knew her mother was blasé of the entire conversation, but she did her due diligence as the heedful wife. Up ahead, Hermione watched as Cornelius spoke with Lucius, Draco following them closely behind. After a short time, Mrs. Fudge, went on ahead to join her husband.

Narcissa saw her off with a smile, it quickly disappeared and she sighed. "Weary mother?" She heard Hermione's teasing voice.

Narcissa cast her a good-humored look. "Come along my darling, let's join your father and brother."

Hermione nodded, "I'm excited for this match to begin."

"I know," Narcissa shook her head with motherly affection.

As they approached, Hermione overheard Draco's voice. "Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself."

She watched Lucis jab Draco in the chest, "Don't boast Draco, there's no need with these people." She saw her father hook someone's shirt. "Do enjoy yourself won't you, while you can." The veiled threat was crystal clear. Narcissa was quick to reach her husband and son, ushering them along. Hermione followed, she paused to glance up. Seeing a boy, her age, dark hair and bright green eyes, behind a pair of glasses. There were others with him, a girl and three boys, all of red hair and similar features, and an older man who appeared to be their father.

Harry for his part, glanced back once more and was startled to see a girl gazing upon him where Lucius and Draco had once stood. What caught his attention first were her eyes, a warm chocolate brown, as they caught his gaze. Even from their distance apart they were able to ensnare his attention, pulling him into their depths and forcing him to strain to regain his focus.

It was one of many firsts for him. She should have just been another nameless face. For some reason she called to him. Standing there, below the dim lights, ebony black hair with streaks of platinum blonde at her long bangs, capturing and reflecting the light perfectly. Her skin pale as snow, cheeks rosy from the cold, heart shaped lips, and long dark lashes fanning her eyes. The only thing to break the trance she had placed on him was his companions calling to him to hurry.

She broke her gaze from him, looking off into the distance as if her name had been called. She cast him one last fleeting look before walking away. Harry opened his mouth, but quickly snapped it shut. He turned to see Ron and Ginny waiting for him. He hurried to catch up to him. But the mysterious woman would remain in his mind for the remainder of the match.

End of Chapter One

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I haven't read the books in a hot minute, but I've seen the movies plenty, so I will be following along the movies, and trying to throw pieces of book information in. Lots of twists and turns to come. But it will follow Goblet of Fire, with my own changes.