New Beginnings

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR! So here is something that I wrote, but never really had the inspiration to post, just to work on it for myself, but then I thought you may need a bit of cheering up in this Post – Chrimbo state, and I have already started the second chapter, but before I post that I need some REVIEWS! So, anyhoo, I hope you enjoy this instalment, please review and PM me, it brightens up my day whenever I get an email saying "Such-a-body has sent you a message on ". Oh the joy.

Soo, what is this story about? Well I'll tell you what it's about. Hermione is a pureblood, and she doesn't know anyone at Hogwarts, don't know why, it's my story, deal with it.

Disclaimer: I am not; repeat NOT, N-O-T, J.. I only own my ideas.

Now onto the story, Review!

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On the first of September 1991, as had been the case for as long as anyone could remember, a large number of the people in Kings Cross Station were children form the age of 11 to around 17. The vast majority of these children were heading towards the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10. This wouldn't be thought of as out of the ordinary, however these children seemed to run at the barrier and disappear without a trace. It was as though you'd blink and then miss them.

Naturally, people often questioned their whereabouts after they had seemingly "gone through" that particular barrier between Platforms 9 and 10, and of course people had tried to run through it. That is, tried, but either ended up in hospital with broken noses, or odd looks being thrown at them from passers-by who were unaware of the significance of the barrier. It seemed this "portal" was only open to specific people, on a specific day, at a specific time.

One child that made it through the barrier with her parents following closely behind was Miss. Hermione. Jean. Granger; pureblood. Her parents were multi-millionaires, Healers by trade, and one of the most well renowned purebloods in Britain. The Grangers had decided to home school their little Hermione until she was ready for Hogwarts, as they figured that their experiences and knowledge would be enough to prep Hermione for anything that may come her way.

As Hermione hugged her parents after stepping onto Platform 9 ¾, another child, with dazzling blonde hair and grey eyes, was running through a similar routine.

It was Draco Malfoy – pureblood. The son of Lucius Malfoy, the celebrated Hogwarts governor and member of Voldemorts inner circle of Death Eaters. His approach to his sons going off to Hogwarts was totally opposite from Hermione Dads.

"You make sure you make us proud, otherwise I will hear it, believe me."

The whistle blew, and the excited students were stepping onto the Hogwarts Express. Hermione waved goodbye to her parents one last time before finding an empty compartment and getting out her new book: Hogwarts: A History.

"Hey, any of these seats taken?" asked a small, blonde boy who had just entered Hermione's compartment.

"No, you may sit here"

"Cool. I'm Draco, by the way, Draco Malfoy."

"Oh, nice to meet you Draco, my name is Hermione Granger. Are you a first year as well?"

"Yeah…"

Their conversation continued throughout the train journey. They both changed into their robes, chatting about Hermione's last holiday to Paris and Draco's Wiltshire Manor. They found out a lot about each other, and agreed to be friends.

A chubby boy with brown hair cut into a curtain fringe hesitated outside their compartment, took one look at Draco and scarpered, though none of the two talking 11 year olds seemed to notice. By this time they were in a deep discussion over which house was the best.

"Well Hufflepuff doesn't sound bad," said Hermione. "However, aren't known to produce many well-known witches and wizards. I want to be known, you know, get my name out there."

"I just want to be in Slytherin no matter what," exclaimed Draco. "My entire family has been in that house, and if I don't get in, I would let down the great name of Malfoy."

"And what about Gryffindor?" asked Hermione.

"Ah, yes; where dwell the brave at heart…" started Draco.

"…Their daring, nerve and chivalry…" continued Hermione.

"…Set Gryffindor apart!" they finished together, laughing.

"I don't mind, as long as we stay together, it would be nice to know someone from the start for a change," admitted Hermione.

"Yeah, me too," Hermione said, while they began to gather up their belongings and heading for the train door and stepping onto the Platform.

"Firs'- years! Firs'- years over here! Alright Harry?" shouted a half-giant stood at the end of the platform. A small boy with a black, shabby hair cut was stood in front of him, next to another boy, slightly taller than him, with very bright, ginger hair.

"Ha, it's true then," smirked Draco.

"What's true?" asked Hermione, while dragging her trunk next to Draco's.

"Harry Potter is going to be in our year!"

"Oh, ummm, great," murmured Hermione. Draco looked at her questioningly; "I just don't really see what the big deal is," shrugged Hermione as they reached the half-giant.

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They were stood together on a stair case, waiting for Professor McGonagall to re-enter and lead them to the Great Hall. Draco and Harry Potter were talking about how Harry could sort out his own friends, and I was sure I could hear McGonagall approaching the door she had just retreated from.

"Come on, Draco, leave him. Is he really worth getting put into trouble for before we even get sorted into our Houses?" asked Hermione, just before the Professor came back into the room.

They walked side by side into the Hall and stood before the Sorting Hat. Hermione was amazed by the architecture that must have gone into building the room. Out of the two she was called first.

Draco watched as the Hat was lowered onto Hermione's head. The look of wonder in her eyes as she looked up at the Hat. They were obviously having some sort of "mind discussion" about her place in the Housing System.

"SLYTHERIN," shouted the Hat, as a sudden cheer erupted from one side of the Hall, on the table filled with green and white badges on the pupils' robes. As Hermione passed him, she gave Draco a thumbs-up to raise his hope of them being in the same House. Only this only made him worry more. What if he wasn't put into Slytherin? HE would not only be letting down his family and the Malfoy name, but Hermione was his first, real friend, he didn't want to be separated from her so soon after they had just met.

"Malfoy, Draco!" announced McGonagall from her place beside the Hat. He looked towards Professor Snape, and watched as his posture improved in his seat at the mention of his godsons' name. Draco sat down, apprehensively on the wooden stool as McGonagall lowered the Sorting Hat onto his slick, blonde hair.

"Ah, another Malfoy," exclaimed the Sorting Hat inside his head. "I already knew what to do with you before you were even born…. SLYTHERIN!"

Hermione's table roared loudly as he approached and sat opposite Hermione. They grinned at each other cheekily, and soon they were joined by some other Slytherin First Years, including a dark skinned boy called Blaise Zabini.

Eventually the three of them tucked into their meal eagerly after Professor Dumbledore's speech, chatting to each other between bites of Yorkshire pudding and potatoes. They also soon were introduced to another girl, in their year; Pansy Parkinson. She was very giggly and chatty, telling them all about her holiday home in South Wales.

After dinner, the four of them followed their prefect to the dungeons. They stared at the common room in awe. Afterwards, everyone began to head up to their dormitories after their tiring day.

"Well, this is me," Hermione told Draco, standing at the bottom of the stairs sign posted "GIRLS DORMS."

"Oh right, yeah. Well, sleep well, do you want to meet for breakfast in the morning?" asked Draco.

"Yeah sure, 7?"

"Great, see you at 7!"

They wished each other goodnight again before heading off to their dormitories, quite satisfied that they had finally met someone that they felt they could relate to.

A/N: Well, how did you like it? Find any major errors? Let me know ASAP! Leave a review, PM me, whatever; just let me know you're out there okay? 3 you all xxxx