Dear Hermione; Hermione Granger

Chapter 1- Why me?

Disclaimer- all characters except for y/n belong to J.K Rowling. All rights reserved to her (unfortunately) with that information, enjoy my story!
Dear y/n,
I'm not sure when I can write to you again, or if you'll come back to me. But if there is the slightest chance your reading this... I miss you and love you and I hope your doing well with your brother. And if you are what I have feared, then we will figure this out together.
Yours truly,
Hermione. ♥︎
That was the last piece of literature I read from Hermione Granger. I knew I couldn't return, for I would feel such a fool for returning after what I've become and what damage my family had done. Oh, right, you need the whole story to understand. Well, I'm y/n Malfoy, yes, I'm Draco's sibling I'm afraid. We were both first years, me and Hermione, same age, same year. From the moment I looked at her, my eyes would glow so very bright from the illuminated glow Hermione gave off. Here crisp hazel eyes, her bright, beautiful smile. Everything about her was perfect. How could I not fall in love? She was sorted first, she got Gryffindor, which was disappointing because though I was young and naive, I was smart enough to know our family carried a Slytherin legacy, that was to be carried on of course. So, the sorting went on, by the time it was my turn, Hermione had her set of friends at the Gryffindor table, which did make me quite jealous, if were being honest with each other. I stepped up, and hoped to get Gryffindor, even though everyone else knew me and Draco's fate. The sorting hat went on and then began the sorting process. "Hmm cunning I see, and a very, very strong thirst for power, and ambition, but..." the sorting hat paused, as everyone sit in shock that the hat had something else to add. "Behind you cunning and ambitions, you are also very brave, and overall willing to fight for yourself and the people that you love, you put others in front of yourself, I thought I was sorting a average Malfoy child today, I was mistaken... you, y/n my dear are very different, and your will make a great... Gryffindor!" As those words came out of its mouth, Draco made a face, a face I had never seen until that day. His face was full of anger, confusion, disappointment, and rage. Draco wasn't the only one confused though. Usually after your sorted everyone applauds you. But nobody had applauded. There were whispers coming from Gryffindor and Slytherin, Draco and Hermione included. But, I had to ignore all the weird looks, and just went to the Gryffindor dining table as I was told. Even Professor Dumbledore was confused. Well, what can you do. It's not my fault I care for others. I thought to myself. I had talked to Hermione earlier, on the way here when we were on Hogwarts express. We were talking about how the history of Hogwarts by Bathilda Bagshot was such a nice piece of literature. All was well until she asked for my name. I even thought we might've been friends. But, as soon as I told her I was a Malfoy I knew, we knew that we just couldn't be friends, it wouldn't of worked. Not with all the muggle born hate crimes my family has committed. "Look, you seem nice and all you really do. But, I don't think this'll work out. I'm sorry. Can you please move to a different compartment, think your brothers in a empty one." That's what she said. After she had only heard my name. Wow. My family may have a worse reputation than I thought. I tried to talk to Hermione once we were all in the common room, but everyone ignored me, including Hermione. Draco won't even talk to me. And I don't think he ever will to be honest. And as I lay awake in my bed, alone entirely, I only had one thought. Why me.