Hey, so new story, I hope you like it I know my Megamind story kinda really failed... Anyways this is in Hermione's point of view. AU. Thanks for reading :D I also don't own anything.

I, Hermione Malfoy hated that Potter boy, and his goonies. Ronald Weasley and Draco Granger. That mudblood Granger. Just thinking of him made my pureblood boil. I wanted him to feel how it felt to have parents who didn't care. They only cared about how pure your blood was. They didn't care that their only daughter had risked her neck during the last two years. One had made me physically ill. The other I had killed many mudbloods. Or it was my own blood that would have been spilt on the drawing room floor. But that was last year. This year was different. I know mudbloods and I are the same. And I am of course going to finish my last year at Hogwarts. Unfortunately so is Granger, Weasley, and Potter. Thank goodness I was Head-girl again. My own dorms and maybe this year I won't be stuck with the Hufflepuff's head boy and girl.

"Hermione! You must get yourself down to the table this instant!" My father's voice rasped past my door. I sighed and pushed the brush down my softly shimmering blonde hair, putting the finishing touches on the black eyeliner around my piercing ice blue eyes. I couldn't help but hope for a new start into this year. The tattoo the Dark Lord had forced me to get was slowly fading until it only looked like a normal tattoo. Not something that would burn and force you to murder. Just to preserve your own life. Most of the past year I had thought it would be easy to just refuse to do it. To have them end my own life, not theirs. Until I saw dear Auntie Bella carve the word mudblood on each and every living persons arm. Every mudblood she saw it would happen. All because they had 'dirty blood' if there were such a thing as that.

I stood up and grabbed some muggle clothing. Black skinny jeans with a grey knitted shirt. After I had changed into them I walked downstairs. Slowing down as I heard my parents talking. "What are we to do with her?" My father asked, "Are we to just allow her to go, even after all she's been through?" He persisted.

"I think she has been taking this very well." My mother's stiff voice left no room for argument. The wooden chairs scraped against the wooden polished floor. signaling that they were seated. I took that as my cue to enter. "What have you done to your hair?!" Barked my mother. True, I had slicked it back into a ponytail, I thought that it wouldn't matter. Obviously I was dead wrong. "You turn around and fix it right this instant! I expect it to be cascading down your back with soft curls around the front of it." I sighed and turned around walking back up the three flights of stairs until I got to the metal doors marking my room. Pulling them open I walked to the vanity, tapping my head lightly I pictured the hair-do in my mind, instantly my hair unraveled and poured out, mimicking the picture in my head. I glanced regretfully at the curling iron and straightener, I had been forbidden to touch them, let alone buy them. Even if I had been allowed I still had no clue how to even use one. I've been warned never to touch muggle items.

I walked back down the stairs and into the silent room, both parents had gone to work. A note read;

Hermione,

I hope you look presentable. Your father and I had to leave, you can use the floo powder to get to Borgin and Burkes. I had it cleared with them, from there you are to leave to the train station. Remember, you are a Malfoy and don't let them see how far down we have sunk.

Mother.

I looked at the note, lip curling into a sneer. I stepped into the empty fireplace and shouted "Knockturn Alley, Borgin and Burkes." A dizzying moment later and I was there. Knocking off the soot I walked out the door, shaking my head confused as to why I couldn't have just apparated to the train station. I had all of my stuff. Well, I needed a new broom as my last one had been crashed into million pieces of splintered wood at the chase for Potter. I walked in to the nearest quidditch store I saw. Instantly the newest model that had come out hit my eyes. I walked over and ran my hand down the wood. It instantly buzzed under my touch coming to life.

"Your father and mother already bought you one, it's right here." A greasy voice said behind me. I turned around to see a man reach behind the counter and grabbed the broom. Engraved onto it was my name. "Have a good year, Miss Malfoy." He smirked like he knew something I didn't. A shiver went down my spine like something was going to happen. I hated not knowing. I walked outside and to the apparation point. Focusing on the place I wanted to go I closed my eyes and after feeling like a gerbil in a tube I was there, breathing a bit deeper to get some air into my lungs I transported all of my stuff to me and onto a trolley that was just sitting there.

"Here goes nothing" I muttered as I walked through the wall to the train.

Sorry it's short. I just want feedback on it, and if I should keep it or not. If I continue writing it then it will have longer chapters. I am still writing the Mulan story and a friend and I are writing a crossover of Beauty and the Beast and Hercules. Both chapters