Hallo everyone! Basically this is a rewrite of the first Harry Potter novel, the Sorcerer's (or Philosopher's) Stone. However, it is told in third person from mostly Hermione's POV and instead of being a muggleborn, she is a pure-blood like Draco. The two have been best friends since birth and know that when they get to school, they're going to have to befriend Harry Potter for all the wrong reasons. However, as Hermione begins her studies, she starts to question everything she's ever learned. I hope you guys enjoy! If you like the story, or have any questions/concerns/or want to tell me it's just awful, let me know! Hope you all have a fantastic New Year's Eve!

M. Burns

Prologue: Two Years Prior

"Twelve! Thirteen! Twenty-five! Forty-three! Seventy-seven! A hundred! Ready or not, here I come!" Hermione yells into the yard, knowing Draco would complain once she found him since she skipped a few numbers and "didn't give him enough time". He was always complaining when he didn't get his way, the spoiled prat. But regardless, the two were friends which meant Hermione needed to at least try to enjoy his company.

Running from the back porch, the young bushy haired girl glances around the yard. It was huge, but she knew Draco and knew he liked to hide in predicable places. The first place she checks was the tree house they had begged their mothers to create one afternoon while their fathers were at work. "Gotcha!" She says as she opens the door, however she finds it empty unlike the last time they played. "Hmm." The nine year old climbs back down the steps and glances around the yard. Although ginormous, the yard was rather plain.

Besides the tree house, the yard had only a small garden in the left corner and the rest of trees that led back into the forest that surrounded the manor. She ran in between the trees on the outskirts of the yard, however she found them to be Draco free. Feelings confused, Hermione suddenly wondered if the little weasel had wandered inside. She glances back at the manor, seeing the great brick walls that climbed high in the sky.

Hermione enjoyed her time at the manor, whenever her mother and father fancied a trip here. She enjoyed the long hallways and beautiful interior. Her favorite room being their library. One day she too hoped she'd have a manor as pretty as this one.

When her eyes wandered back down the wall, they rested on their back porch and the surrounding hedges. Beneath the porch, Hermione noticed as a flash of silver shone in the sunlight and she smiled. Running at top speed, she stopped and knelt down to where the wood made a crisscrossed design. And there, hiding in the darkness, was a boy of equal age, with pale blonde hair, and even paler skin. "Found you." Hermione smiled just as Draco gave her a face and stuck his tongue at her. Skipping over to the side of the porch, she extended a hand, helping him out.

"Do you want to play another round?" He asked, the two walking the outskirts of the property, however Hermione shook her head.

"It's too hard to play inside and too easy to play outside." She frowned and kicked a few rocks around. The pale prince nodded in agreement.

"It is getting a bit boring. Why don't we go inside? If we're good and stay quiet in the library, I'm sure our parents won't yell." Draco suggested. The two children grinned at one another and walked as quiet as they could into the manor. Both knew they weren't supposed to be inside. It was a beautiful day out and both their mothers worried if they didn't get enough sunlight, their growth would be stunted or something of the sort. However, they had managed a good two hours outside and both wanted to go back to the comforts of their books.

"Shh, this way." Draco put his finger to his lips and they rounded a corner. Their fathers were both out, at work at the ministry or something, however they had no idea where their mothers could be.

Hermione grabbed her friend's hand to make him stop for a moment. "Do you think they're in the den?" She asked.

Draco scrunched his face and nodded. "I believe so."

"Won't we have to walk passed them then?"

Draco's grey eyes sparkled for a moment. "Not if you know the secret passages." The two giggled quietly and Hermione followed closely behind Draco as they headed to an ordinary cupboard. Hermione, slightly confused, took a step back as Draco opened the door and slipped inside without a sound. When she didn't continue after him, he stuck his head out with a look as if to say, are you coming?

Without another word, she took a step forward and found herself entering in after him.

"How did you find this?"

"The house is loaded with secret passage ways. I found the first one day after I was sent to my room. Turns out there was one under my bed, you see! So I started searching for them. Found this one just the other day, now come on!" He hurried ahead of Hermione and she had to jog a bit to keep up. The corridor they followed along was pitch black and Hermione grabbed the back of Draco's cloak in order to keep up. They'd been following the small passage for around five minutes they they heard voices. Hermione was about to speak when Draco hushed her quietly. "We're in the den," Draco whispered. "Hidden behind a picture frame. Don't speak." Draco knew his friend had difficulty whispering. He figured it would be better to not say anything rather than have her attempt at speaking in hushed tones. She understood immediately but stuck her tongue out.

They stopped for a moment to listen. "- think it's a wonderful idea."

"Isn't it? I know those two will be perfect for one another. Once they get a bit older we can start to plan the wedding!" It was Hermione's mother who spoke and Hermione couldn't help but glance at Draco with a confused expression on her face. In the faint light cast by the slight space between the frame and the wall, Hermione could see Draco looking at her with the same expression.

This time Draco's mother spoke: "And think of the bloodline! Yes I do believe Draco and Hermione will be the perfect match." The two did not speak as they moved silently through the rest of the passage. When they reached the end, Hermione saw she now faced a tapestry. Draco slipped behind it and when Hermione followed, she found they were now in the library.

Draco didn't speak, but walked through the high bookshelves searching the titles. Hermione followed after him. "Draco did you hear them?" She asked. When he didn't answer, she spoke again.

"Married! They want us to marry when we're older!" Hermione tried to picture them together but couldn't. They'd been friends since birth, and she could not seem to picture them as anything more than that. "Draco did you-"

"Shut up!" He yelled, slamming a book onto the ground and storming off. Hermione just took a step back. She knew his temper, knew it was better to just walk away than fight him. So that she did, but not before picking up and replacing it on the shelf.

She needed only to search a moment longer before she found the book she had been looking for: Hogwarts: A History. Hermione picked it off the shelf and found the chair she was so used to snuggling up in. It was a comfy deep green armchair, which sat near one of the many fireplaces. She could hear Draco searching for his own book, dropping each book on the floor when he felt it would not suite him. Finally, after Hermione was well into her own novel, Draco curled up in the armchair next to hers.

She did not speak to him, not knowing if his temper tantrum was over with or not. But she knew not to mention the fact that one day, they might have to get married. Instead, Hermione immersed herself into the book she had already read. Rereading about the founders and each house. She glanced up slightly to look at Draco.

He was sitting in the green armchair in his black clothing with his pale skin and hair and he looked as if he belonged in Slytherin. All silver and green. Of course both their parents had been in Slytherin while at Hogwarts, and Hermione wondered if the two of them would also join that list when they went to school in two years.

Enough time had passed since he sat down that Hermione figured he had calmed down enough to hold a conversation. "Hey Draco?"

"Hmm?"

Hermione put her finger as a placeholder and held the book in her lap. "What house do you want to be in when we go to school?" Draco didn't even look up from his book.

"Slytherin of course. Only the best, pure-bloods come from Slytherin house."

Hermione thought for a moment. "Yes but, Ravenclaw seems good as well. Many wise witches and wizards have come from there. Or maybe even Gryffindor, they seem-"

"Mione, we're going to be in Slytherin and you know it. Our parents were in Slytherin. We're pure-bloods, both from a perfect linage. Besides, you should be happy you'll be in Slytherin. It's the bloody best. Now shut it, I am trying to study you see." Hermione frowned but went back to her reading. She felt she had attributes from all of the houses, not just Slytherin. And that worried her greatly. If she wasn't in Slytherin, would that cause problems?