Harry Potter Rewritten - Through Anothers' Eyes

Sunshine Daises Butter Mellow

"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked, irritated. 

"Just wanted to help," he told her, smirking.

"What about your friends? You know, the people who don't want you to leave them alone," Hermione questioned, hoping he'd get the hint.

Draco shrugged and stretched his arms. "They're fine, and plus, I was getting bored so I thought why not annoy you?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and opened the next door. Inside were two boys, one with messy black hair and glasses, the other the same one she had seen in Diagon Alley.

"Have either of you seen a toad?" She asked. "Neville lost it." She motioned to the nervous boy next to her, ignoring Draco.

The red haired boy shook his head and Hermione noticed that his wand was held out as if he were to mutter an incantation.

"You're kidding me," Draco snorted from behind her. "Are you seriously going to attempt to do a spell?"

The red haired kid crossed his arms. "Yes, but why do you care?"

"Let me see," Draco mused, ignoring the question. "My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford. With all that second-hand clothing, I don't think I have anything to doubt."

The red haired kid sneered at him. "Well, the classic white hair and silver eyes, haughty smirk and an arrogant personality, you must be a Malfoy." The two glared at each other, but Hermione couldn't help but notice a tiny flicker of hurt in Draco's eyes, almost as if he hated his family, though he had boasted about it in the bookstore.

"Shod off," the dark haired boy spat.

Draco turned his gaze to him. "And why are you with this loser, Potter? Don't tell me you're also poor."

"I can choose my own friends," Potter told him angrily. "And Ron is most definitely better than an arrogant person like you."

Hermione looked between them, her head spinning. Potter... She recognized that name from many recent books. Could it be that he was Harry Potter, the one who vanquished Voldemort?

"That's not why we're here," Hermione said hastily. "We'll go now." She gave Draco a glare which he reacted to by rolling his eyes.

"Let's stay. See what spell the weasel is going to do for us today." Draco sat down next to Harry smugly, making himself comfortable.

Ron glared at him, but raised his wand anyway, pointing it towards his rat, his knuckles whitening with pressure. Right away, Hermione could tell it wasn't going to work. He was holding the wand too tight and his position was too stiff.

"Sunshine, daises, butter mellow," he recited as the three exchanged glances. "Turn this stupid fat rat yellow!" He looked at his rat expectantly, but it just scurried away. "Oh come on! George told me it would work."

"I don't know why I expected anything more," Draco sighed as he got up.

Hermione shook her head. "That's not a real spell, and your holding the wand wrong."

Ron crossed his arms. "And you can do any better?"

"Of course!" Hermione took her wand out gently and held it, pointing it towards Harry's broken glasses. She had never tried this spell before, obviously, but she hoped it would work. "Reparo." Harry's glasses fixed themselves and he looked at them, cross-eyed.

Draco grinned from beside her. "Now that's a real spell." Hermione ignored him and exited the compartment. "Hey, what's your name anyway?"

"It's Hermione," she told him checking another compartment. "And yes, my parents got that from the Greek myth, though I don't really know how to feel about being named after someone whose mom, deemed the most beautiful woman, ran off with someone else and caused a war."