Disclaimer: I wouldn't be writing fan-fiction for something I owned, now would I?

A/N: Frequently changes between Hermione and Draco's POV.

Based mostly on the films because although I've read the books, I don't have them and I have a terrible memory. I have also changed a fair few things, like for instance Luna Lovegood is in the same year as Harry and the others and Draco isn't particularly fond of Pansy Parkinson for the first few years. And I've changed the order certain scenes happen in, simply because I liked them but they wouldn't fit with my story otherwise.

Year One: Hermione Granger Has Come to Hogwarts

Chapter 1

Diamonds and Toads

Hermione Granger couldn't help but smile to herself as she sat in her seat on the Hogwarts express, smoothing down her new school uniform, which consisted of a simple white shirt, grey jumper, black skirt and black robes, finished off with grey knee high socks and polished black shoes, regardless of the bushy light brown hair she was plagued with -that protested and fought a hard battle against every brush or comb her muggle mother owned- she felt exceptional. She was brimming with pride as she thought of herself a childhood Audrey Hepburn.

Audrey was a pretty, intelligent, kind girl who grew up to be one of the most admired women in Hollywood of that era and that is who Hermione Granger wanted to be, she would be the brightest witch of her time, she would be an icon of the magical world, everyone would know her name, everyone would love her.

She knew Hogwarts would be a new start for her, unlike the monstrous girls in her old school, or the ridiculous, immature boys, the people here would be nice, friendly children and teachers she could get along with, it was a world where anything was possible, why not a happy ending for everyone? The boy Neville seemed nice, he asked her politely to help look for his missing toad and thanked her profusely when she agreed to do so, although she was sure anyone else would have done the same, despite his claims otherwise. Being as bossy as she was, she suggested they split up, he would look around the bottom half of the train, she would take to the top half, she asked everyone from a girl named Katie Bell, to a boy Zacharias Smith, to that oddball Luna Lovegood, who from her serene sing-song voice, sounded a tad mental, although she seemed happy to be that way. She continued to make her way through the aisle of the train, sliding open the doors to matter-of-factly ask had they seen the toad, before closing it and moving on, she never had had much patience and her excitement over her new-found magic abilities made her even more eager to find the thing so A; people would recognise her as the girl who found the lost toad and B; she could once again sit with a smile on her face as she studied numerous books on what other's found tedious spells and charms. It wasn't all selfish though, she did like the boy and she did want to help.

Neville stood less than twenty feet away from her now, both nearly at the end of their search, surely someone must have seen the tiny amphibian? She closed her eyes, trying to smooth out the gentle creases in her forehead as she frowned, how could it not be here? Had it gone missing before? Had it jumped out before Neville even got on the train and he'd just not noticed? It seemed possible, even highly likely considering how fidgety the boy was, he was probably so preoccupied with his nerves he hadn't realised.

Either way she assured herself she had looked everywhere, mentally going over every detail, no, it wasn't her fault, she hadn't missed one spot, she took a deep, calming breath, then opened another door. Inside sat three boys and a girl, the first boy was rather stocky, quite tall for his age too, with curly brown hair, the girl was slender, petite, with short black hair cut into a bob, she was rather pretty too, her eyes twinkled, though not with something that looked all that pleasant to be honest. Hermione secretly scolded herself for being so judgemental. The other boy was large, like he'd eaten one too many fairy-cakes in his time, with an almost shaved head, finally her eyes settled on the last boy in the room, a flawless pale complexion, the finest shade of porcelain, white-blonde hair sleeked back, a small, angular face, and stormy grey-blue eyes that somehow seemed to pull her towards him, he was so mysterious, so magnetic, that she felt almost flustered in his presence as though he commanded the upmost respect even if he was only eleven.

"And who are you?" he asked, courtly, as if he were a man addressing a potential business partner,

"I'm Hermione Granger." she replied, happy she hadn't stuttered as she stuck out her hand for him to shake, he looked from her face to her outstretched hand, his rain-coloured orbs glancing over to the other three, after a few minutes hesitation he stood, placing his hand in hers, he was shocked to find it was rather nice, it felt even better when she smiled broadly at the contact. His touch was hard and cold but it was also quite lovely, she realised then that he was the finest of diamonds, beautiful, compelling, and something that she felt she had no right to,

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

"Have any of you seen a toad?" she looked at the blonde boy first, then the others expectantly, the two larger boys shrugged, Draco opened his mouth to speak only to be cut off by the raven-haired girl in the opposing seat,

"Yes. As a matter of fact I'm looking at one right now."

The two larger boys laughed out loud. Hermione was taken aback by the girl's insult, having been bullied in her muggle school she'd had such high hopes this one would be different, those hopes were all crushed however with no more than twelve words,

"Parkinson." Draco sneered, causing the boys to sober up fast, "There's no need to be rude." he plopped down into his own seat, moving his hand to emphasise the vacant space beside him, Hermione would have liked to have talked to the boy, he seemed not only forthcoming and smart but he was also quite good-looking for his age, a perfect triple thread in her eyes, still even without his beautiful face he would still be charming, her eyes darted over to the girl, Parkinson, her name was apparently.

She knew that if she took that seat the girl would make her feel absolutely vile.

"I'll take that as a 'no', then." she twirled, shaking her hair away from her face as if the girl's words had no effect on her whatsoever,

"Where are you going?" Draco's voice sounded like that of a spoilt, demanding child, causing her to think he may be rather unpleasant once you got to know him,

"Oh? Me? I have much more important things to do than to sit here and talk."

"Like look for Longbottom's frog?" the girl rolled her eyes,

"Yes, among other things. And it's a toad by the way, not a frog. Really I would think you would know the difference, but then I doubt even toads would want your company."

With that Hermione left the cabin, slamming the door and leaving an amused Draco and stunned Pansy Parkinson behind, she was immediately ambushed by a stuttering, stammering Neville asking if she'd found anything, she shook her head, giving him a reassuring smile, she told him she was sure they'd find his toad, Hermione wasn't particularly good at lying but then she wasn't really lying either, she was certain they'd find Trevor, she was just equally certain that he wasn't on the train. Still she knew if she told the dark-haired boy that than he'd probably only panic more, which wouldn't do either of them any good.

Instead she made her way further up the aisle and opened another cabin door to reveal two boys sitting alone, one with freckles and a lap full of sweets, the other with dark, messy hair and glasses, both boys were quite average looking, expect the one with glasses had a lightening bolt scar on his forehead. A scar that seemed familiar.

Hermione silently gasped as she remembered something she'd read in a book in Diagon Alley, it was a book on the greatest and most famous witches and wizards of all time, she had been surprised to find a boy named Harry Potter listed, but no picture and very little on who he is other than that he is the only one to have survived a killing curse from a dark lord. The only remnant of the event being a scar exactly like that one. There was no way this boy could be Harry Potter himself, could he? She smiled, deciding that the only way to find out would be to talk to him,

"Have either of you seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one."