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"Why do we hate mudbloods?" asked Lucius.

"Because they stole our magic and ruined our world" I replied.

"Good. Always remember that."

"Yes Daddy. Can I go play now?"

The train compartment opened, startling me out of my thoughts. A girl came in, with wild brown hair and soft, kind eyes. "As much as I hate to say this, Malfoy," she said, speaking to my brother, Draco. "I have to sit in a compartment with you, as all the others are full. I apologize in advance if my dirty mudblood smell makes it reek in here, I'm sure you'll survive."

I was shocked. I had never heard anyone, apart from our father, speak to Draco like that. I waited for Draco to curse the girl into oblivion, but to my immense surprise, Draco just chuckled. "Go ahead Granger, just don't expect me to make conversation."

"Oh, I'm far too interesting for you not to talk to me" the girl said. She turned to me. "And who's this Malfoy, you haven't kidnapped some poor girl, have you?"

I stood up and offered her my hand. "I'm Ophelia Malfoy, Draco's sister."

She shook my hand and smiled at me, giving me butterflies in her stomach. "I'm Hermione Granger." Once again she turned to look at Draco. "I didn't know you had a sister, Malfoy."

He shrugged and smiled at me. Although he could be a jerk sometimes, I loved Draco and he took care of me, loved me. "There's a first time for everything" he told her. Hermione let go of my hand, which I hadn't realised she had been holding all this time.

She sat down and stretched. "Well, nice talking to you, but I'm gonna close my eyes so I don't have to look at Draco's face any longer." And with that she closed her eyes and appeared to be sleeping. Draco smiled at me before nodding off too, leaving me free to stare at Hermione.

Soon after, the train shuddered to a halt. Hermione and Draco awoke and started walking out of the compartment, with me following. We soon got on a carriage and once again, it was just the three of us.

"So, Ophelia" Hermione curled her legs up under herself. "Why are you only coming to school this year? I'm assuming you're around the same age as Draco and me?"

"Yeah, I am. I was ill for the first few years, so I was unable to attend school." That was only part of the truth, but everyone, including me, has their secrets.

She smiled at me and over her shoulder I saw my first glimpse of Hogwarts. Draco nudged me. "That's gonna be your home for the next year"

I was so excited. Not only would I finally be able to learn, but I would be away from our father, Lucius.

We stepped out of the carriage and filed into the Great Hall. I lined up with all the first years, feeling pretty out of place as I was twice the size of them. "See you at the Slytherin table" Draco whispered in my ear.

Hermione waved at me as she went to sit at the Gryffindor table. Of course. Just my luck that she would be in Gryffindor and not Slytherin. I hoped I would see her around the school.

All too soon, it was my turn to be sorted. I didn't feel nervous as I knew I would be sorted into Slytherin, I mean I was a Malfoy after all. The sorting hat was placed on my head.

"Gryffindor!"

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