"Don't be stupid," He finally managed. "It's uncouth." Hermione blinked. "I'm not—stupid." He let out a small sigh, and stared up at the sky. "No." He decided. "No, you're just...you're unexpected." He turned to walk away, and stopped to glance back. "I don't hate you, or your poverty. I hate that you make me feel out of place." (Modern AU, ratings will change to M)

It takes Blaise less than a millisecond to inhale a steadying breath before he blurts out an entirely complex situation to him in an impossibly un-complex manner. "She's back." He says. And Draco stops breathing altogether. He doesn't need to hear her name in order to figure out who it is.

Hermione is sent to an alien world, much too remnant of her own, only to find that everyone she has ever deemed good is now the enemy. Not knowing who to trust, she finds refuge in the home of Tom Riddle; the leader of a dwindling rebellion against Dark Arts master, Albus Dumbledore, and develops both unexpected and reluctant alliances in a war that has already been won. HG/DM