Green and Silver

A/N: Hey guys, if you normally read my stories you might be surprised I'm writing a Harry Potter fic. I always loved Harry Potter so I decided to publish this. Please read and review, it would be greatly appreciated! I want to know what you guys think about this.

Anyway, this is a fic about Hermione Granger if she were born a snotty, pureblood wizard. If this gets enough reviews, I'll add more oneshots taking place during her seven years at Hogwarts. This takes place during the original story, so you'll be seeing Harry and Ron too.

(Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters.)

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Her Own Letter

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Hermione Granger, Age 11

"Mummy, can I please see the letter? What's it for?"

"Calm down, Hermione. We'll tell you in a second. Let me discuss this with your father first."

"Hurry! I want to see!"

Hermione was very excited about getting her very own letter in the mail. A good friend of Mummy's, Professor Snape, appeared in the fireplace this morning with Floo powder and her letter. Floo powder makes you go places without having to use a broom or a thestral, Hermione recalled in her head.

Mummy and Father were "discussing" in the kitchen. Hermione darted to listen in behind the kitchen door.

"But what about Beauxbatons?" Mummy wondered aloud. "Maybe that would be a better choice for her. After all, they have an outstanding Charms department and Hermione is rather intelligent."

"Nonsense," Father replied. "Surely Hogwarts is the right choice. It is the best wizarding school in the world."

"Yes, I suppose you do have a point," Mummy said slowly. "Maybe she'll get into Slytherin like I did."

Hermione vaguely remembered Mummy telling her how she and Father met. Father's school, the Durmstrang Institute, was hosting some kind of tournament. Sounds like fun, Hermione mused. Mummy's school, Hogwarts, came to visit and participate in the games. After the games ended they wrote to each other and started dating a few years later.

In the hallway, Pinket the House-elf appeared next to Hermione.

"Naughty girl," she said mockingly.

"Shh, Pinket, shut it! Mummy and Father will hear!" Hermione whispered awfully loudly.

"Eavesdropping isn't good!" She pointed her finger at Hermione, making her grimace. She told Pinket to go away, although with nastier vocabulary, and with that Pinket went on to clean the bedrooms upstairs.

Hermione turned her attention back to the conversation in the kitchen.

"Of course she would make Slytherin," she heard Father saying. "She's very intelligent. And clever. It's the best house of the four."

"What about Durmstrang? Durmstrang doesn't accept Muggle-borns. All the other schools are too far away and only accept students on their continent."

"Durmstrang will ignore the distance for an alumni's daughter," Father said. "I was an excellent student there. They'll have her if we ask."

"So Durmstrang or Hogwarts, then," Mother said. Last week the Durmstrang headmaster and two seventh-year students appeared by Portkey and tried to sell Durmstrang's education to Mummy and Father. Hermione loved the fire display the boy and girl put on. Dragons and thestrals flying around the living room, giving off a bright orange glow. It was truly magnificent.

Hermione also remembered how bad Durmstrang wanted her to attend. The headmaster would not stop bothering Father about it for weeks.

However, Mother reconsidered. "But Durmstrang is so awfully far away." She hesitates. "Call Lucius and Narcissa. I want to know where they plan on sending little Draco."

There was a long moment of silence, and then Hermione heard Pinket Apparate into the kitchen.

"They're here, sir."

"Very well. Send them in."

The kitchen door opened and Mummy and Father came out, Father rolling down his left sleeve.

"Draco's coming over, Hermione. Remember him? You two can go play down by the river if you'd like," Mummy said as she bent down to Hermione.

"I love going to the river!" Hermione said, her eyes lighting up.

The family descended the grand staircase at the end of the hall to greet the Malfoys standing at the door.

"Good afternoon, Lucius. Narcissa. And hello, little Draco," Mummy said, giving a small smile.

The adults exchange greetings, and Hermione tapped Draco on the shoulder. "Let's go to the river."

Draco shrugged. "Alright. Let's go."

Hermione opens one of the huge double doors to let them outside.

The afternoon sky is light blue and the sun is shining bright.

"Race you there!" Hermione said.

"You're on," Draco replied with a smirk. "Last one there eats troll eggs!" Then he darts off, Hermione following close behind, her laughter ringing in the warm summer air.

During this moment, Hermione was glad Mummy charmed her hair into a braid this morning. Her normally poofy hair would have been very annoying with this wind.

The river finally came into view. Draco and Hermione both knew which boulder they had to touch to win; they've done it a hundred times. The biggest one next to the tree.

Hermione was next to Draco when they both touched the rock.

"I touched it first!" Hermione yelled.

"No, I did!"

"I guess neither of us gets to eat troll eggs, then," Hermione concluded.

"Thank Merlin," Draco said.

Things were silent for a moment. Both children were looking out into the river and the hills beyond until Hermione spoke up.

"Why are you here, Draco?"

Draco shrugged. "I dunno, Mum said something about sending us to school in August," he said. "We are eleven, you know."

"My parents want to send me to Durmstrang or Hogwarts. I heard Mummy say Beauxbatons, too," Hermione said, trying to sound like she knew what she was talking about.

"My parents like Durmstrang and Hogwarts as well, although Mum said Durmstrang is too far away." He paused for a second. "I bet we're going to Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts sounds brilliant," Hermione started. "There's these different Houses, and-"

"Oh, shut it," Draco said, annoyed. "I heard they teach Muggle Studies there. At Durmstrang, we get to learn about the Dark Arts. That sounds interesting."

"Muggle Studies?" Hermione made a grossed-out face. "Why would anyone want to learn about Muggles?"

"I also heard Mudbloods actually get to go to Hogwarts. Durmstrang would never allow that!" He spits on the ground.

"What?" Hermione gasped in shock. "Muggles at Hogwarts? That's so…" Hermione couldn't even think of a word.

"Disgusting?" Draco suggested, sneering. "Hogwarts sounds pathetic, I don't want to go," he said.

Hermione looked around, as if afraid she would be overheard, and whispered, "I heard The Boy Who Lived is going to Hogwarts this August. He'll be in our year."

"Father told me that too," Draco says, his the tone of his voice changing. "Father wants me to befriend him and we'll both be in Slytherin together."

"Ooh, me too! I want to be in Slytherin as well!"

"Of course, the other three are horrible, there's Muggles in them as well," Draco said, as if it were an obvious fact.

"What are the other three Houses?" Hermione asked.

"Hufflepuff, full of pussies; Ravenclaw, the crazies; and Gryffindor, the House of those with troll dung for brains. It's pathetic," Draco spits.

"That sounds horrible," Hermione said. "I wouldn't want to have troll dung for brains."

All of a sudden, a crack! sounded and the two children turned to see Pinket.

"Time to get back for supper, you two," she said, sounding bored.

Draco pulls back in disgust. Hermione once remembered him telling her he hated House-elves. Ugly little creatures. She herself didn't like them much either, but ever since she tried to be mean to Pinket and Pinket conjured poisonous snakes on her when her parents weren't around, Hermione vowed never to bother the elf again.

"Fine," she sighed. "Come on, Draco."

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Dinnerware clanked against plates and bowls as everyone stuffed themselves.

"So, children, we have something we'd like to tell you," Mummy announced at dinner.

"Yes," Mr. Malfoy agreed. "Both of you will be attending Hogwarts in two weeks. We've arranged for you a trip to Diagon Alley. You'll stop at Knockturn as well."

"I want an owl," Hermione interrupted.

"I want the best wand in the world," Draco said.

"Hush, you two, you'll get everything you need, don't worry. Draco's parents here will take care of you."

"You're not coming, Mummy?" Hermione asked her mother across the table.

"No, dear, you can go with the Malfoys. I've given them some galleons for your things."

Draco elbowed Hermione lightly. "Wait 'till we get to pick out our own wands."

"We get to pick our own?"

"No, the wand chooses you," Father said. Hermione and Draco waved him off, not caring about the petty correction. For the rest of dinner, the two children were going on and on about what they might find in Diagon Alley.

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So far they'd stopped at Eeyelops Owl Emporium and Magical Menagerie and the apothecary, as well as Potage's Cauldron Shop and Wizeacre's Wizarding Equipment. For lunch, the four visited Florean Fortiscue's Ice-Cream Parlor where they bought ice cream and Narcissa conjured up some turkey legs and grapes.

At the owl emporium Hermione had found a strong tawny-colored owl named Leo. Draco, on the other hand, chose a dark grey owl that snapped at anyone who wasn't Draco. He named her Nadine. Both children walked out of the shop happy.

Well, somewhat happy.

"Oh, god, did you see that giant run me over?" Draco complained. Back inside the shop, a huge man with a huge beard had knocked half the cages over due to his immense size, picked a snow-white owl at the very back of the shop, and knocked everything over again when he walked back out. He kept yelling out apologies, but Draco was outraged. His owl's cage had broken in half and they had to buy a new one for the poor thing.

"Yes, I barely made it out with my life," Hermione agreed. That stupid giant almost crushed Leo.

Next they had to go to Madam Malkin's and Ollivander's. "Let's get you both some brand new robes, shall we?" Narcissa Malfoy said, and both Draco and Hermione groaned.

"I don't want to get robes fitted, can't you just conjure up some that fit?" Draco complained.

"What do we even wear to Hogwarts anyway?" Hermione said. "Can't we just wear whatever we want?"

"Of course not, you have uniforms, Hermione," Narcissa replied. "And no, Draco, there are always errors if you don't know the right charms. I was thinking maybe Twilfit and Tatting's, but Malkin's is closer. We'll see if we can manage there."

"But Mum, I heard that shop's for Muggles," Draco said, disgusted.

"Wizards shop there. We'll be fine," she assured. "Why don't you two go inside and I'll look at some wands. Draco, your father has gone to buy books for you and Hermione."

"Alright," Draco said. "Let's go, Hermione."

The two walk inside and start looking around. Draco sees a boy with dark hair waiting for Madam Malkin. He is the only child in the shop the same age as Draco and Hermione.

"Hello," Draco said. "Hogwarts, too?"

"Yes," said the boy.

"My father's next door buying books and my mother's up the street looking for wands," said Draco.

"For me too," added Hermione. "Then we're going to drag them off to look at racing brooms."

"I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow." Draco smirked.

"Have you got your own broom?" Hermione asked the boy, who seemed rather quiet.

"No."

"Play Quidditch at all?" asked Draco, raising his eyebrows and curling his lip.

"No."

"We do-Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?" Draco continued.

"No," said the boy again.

"Well," Hermione corrected, "No one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, like my mother was."

"Imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" Draco asked the boy as if the boy knew what Draco was talking about.

"Mmm," answered the boy.

Hermione was getting a tad bit annoyed at the boy's one word answers. "I say, look at that man!" Hermione pointed to the window.

"That was the stupid one who broke Nadine's cage," Draco said, annoyed.

"That's Hagrid," the dark-haired boy said matter-of-factly.

"Oh," Draco said in recognition, "I've heard of him. He's a sort of servant, isn't he?"

"He's the gamekeeper," The boy answered.

"Yes, exactly," said Hermione. "I heard he's a sort of a savage – lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed." This gets Draco to start laughing.

"I think he's brilliant," the boy said, his voice turning cold.

Draco immediately stopped laughing. "Do you?" He said in disbelief.

"Why is he with you?" Hermione interrogated. "Where are you parents?"

"They're dead," the boy said sadly.

"Oh, sorry," Hermione said, although she didn't really care. "But they were our kind, weren't they?"

"They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean."

"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you?" Hermione asked, remembering what Draco said about Hogwarts letting in Mudbloods. "They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways."

Draco interrupts. "Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, I imagine."

"I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families," Hermione says, thinking aloud.

"What's your surname, anyway?" Draco asks. Now Hermione thinks of it, they never got hold of the dark-haired boy's name.

"That's you done, my dear," Madam Malkin comes from behind a rack of clothing holding robes for the dark-haired boy.

As the boy takes his new robes, Draco said, "Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose."

The weird boy walked outside the shop. "He was a queer sort, don't you think?" Hermione asked quietly.

Hermione went behind the counter to get fitted; Draco found his sizes already tailored, so the two paid for their robes and left the shop.

"Found your sizes?" Mr. Malfoy asked, having waited for them. The children both said "yes" and Mr. Malfoy gave both children their own set of textbooks.

"Narcissa wants us to meet at Ollivander's," Mr. Malfoy continued. "You'll get wands now."

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Ollivander's was a dusty old shop with dark wood flooring and walls. The podium on the left was cluttered with what looked a huge kind of book, along with piles of wand boxes and a few quills, as well as an ink jar. The walls were covered in shelves full of wand boxes.

"Ah, hello, Mr. Malfoy," an old man, probably Ollivander, greeted Draco's father. "And good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy and, Miss Granger, is it?" He looked at Hermione.

"Yes," she answered.

"Ah, good friends with the Malfoys, I see," he nodded. Then he walked to the back of the shop, going up and down aisles of shelves. He picked out five boxes, two for Hermione and three for Draco.

"These might work out for you," he places the boxes on his podium. He opens the boxes and hands Hermione and Draco each a wand.

Hermione didn't hesitate. She wove her wand harshly, and the glass windows behind her shattered instantly. Ollivander took the wand from her carefully and handed her the second one.

Draco wove his. A green light emerged from the tip of his wand, and it got brighter and brighter, soon it was so bright it was as if they were standing outdoors in the middle of the day. The light slowly diminished until it was completely put out. Draco smirked and pocketed his wand. Mr. Malfoy gave Ollivander some coins for the wand, and Mrs. Malfoy congratulated her son.

"Ten inches, hawthorn wood and unicorn hair," Ollivander observed. "Reasonably pliant." Draco went to examining his new wand.

Hermione wove her second one. All of a sudden, Draco slipped and fell onto the floor, his shoes flying off his feet. He yelled out in surprise, and the two shoes went flying into shelves of wands, making several boxes fall off their shelves.

"Don't be trying that again!" Draco exclaimed at Hermione, who just laughed. The way Draco looked was absolutely hilarious.

"Here," Ollivander said, handing her a third wand. She wove it and instantly several green sparks flew out the tip of the wand, encircling her. She squealed in delight; she said, "This one's mine!"

"Ten and three-quarter inches, vinewood, with a dragon heartstring core. This wand is reasonably supple." Ollivander spoke again.

Mrs. Malfoy gave Ollivander several coins, and with that, the four left the shop, Draco and Hermione pretending to cast curses at each other.

"Before we head back, how about Knockturn Alley? I need to stop at Borgin and Burkes," Mr. Malfoy said.

"Of course," Mrs. Malfoy replied. Together they turned left down the narrow side street leading away from Ollivander's. There was a sign on the stone wall that read "Knockturn Alley". Borgin and Burkes was located just down the first street.

The Malfoy couple entered the antique shop, with Draco and Hermione following close behind. Hermione had been in Borgin and Burkes before with her parents, but she still found it fascinating to look at all the things one could buy there. Huge skulls, jars of eyeballs, cursed objects such as necklaces and spellbooks, human bones, and so much more.

While Draco's parents were near the back of the shop talking to an employee, Draco turned to Hermione. "While my parents are here, let's sneak out to Malum's down the street. They sell these huge poisonous spiders that jump at anyone you don't like. They're brilliant!"

Hermione snuck a look toward the back, where Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were completely occupied. The two ran out of the store and down the street until they stopped at a hanging black sign that read "Malum Periculo's Shop for Dark and Dangerous Objects" in gold letters. The pair grinned mischievously at each other and headed inside.

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A/N: So what did you guy think? Horrible ending, I know, but I'm most likely adding to it, either more oneshots or a continuous story. Please R&R, I want honest feedback; I'll try to return the favor as well. Thanks for reading and thanks for the support!