A/N: After I posted the Oblivion epilogue, so many people were interested in hearing more about the cheeky dramione that I slipped in, and...well, I caved. Okay - so this little drabble series will just be looking at different parts of the lives of Draco and Hermione in the Oblivion universe. If you haven't read it, you might want to go and read it, but if not, here are the pertinent details. Lucius is in Azkaban for life since before Draco was born and Narcissa has opened a summer school to educate muggleborn students prior to starting at Hogwarts. Enter Hermione. The Hermione who lived in Oblivion is still alive - there are two Hermiones in this universe. I am working on creating a family tree for this one, so I hope to have that sorted out soon.

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1986

Draco had been excited for this day. He'd been looking forward to it even more than when his Grandfather Cygnus had taken him to see Quidditch for the first time. His mother had been telling him about the new school that she was going to be opening for months and the day had finally come.

Grandfather Abraxas was not happy to hear about the school - which would teach muggleborns about how to be witches and wizards - but his mother told him that it was going to be a good thing, and Draco had believed her.

But now...he was questioning her judgement.

Being an only child, Draco was completely unused to sharing his mother's attention. And now his mother's attention was divided between him and eight needy muggleborns, each one of them louder than the next. It was enough to push him to the periphery, sullen, annoyed, and angry with how much noise they all seemed to make. Didn't they know how to sit quietly and play with their toys?

Maybe Grandfather Abraxas had been right, and the muggleborns were more trouble than they were worth. How was he supposed to go to Hogwarts with these little cretins for seven years, let alone get through the next six years of splitting his mother's attention with them. It was worse to see how much his mother was enjoying it.

Sitting at the side of the room with a knot in his throat, trying not to cry, Draco didn't even realize a girl had come to sit next to him until she spoke. "Hi, I'm Hermione," she said with a grin. "What's your name?"

"I'm Draco," he responded, pulling his knees closer to his chest. He looked up at the girl. Her hair was a bit wild, brown riotous curls that seemed almost bigger than her head. Her eyes were brown as well, and she was already missing one of her front two teeth.

"Oh, so you're Ms. Narcissa's son," she said sounding surprised. "So you're already a wizard."

"You're already a witch, too," Draco insisted, remembering how his mum told him repeatedly that muggleborns were just as capable as any pureblood was, they just needed to learn how to control their magic, same as he had to. And, his mother added, it wasn't fair that they shouldn't start to learn until they were eleven. "You just have to learn, same as me."

"But I'm sure you can already do all sorts of magic," Hermione said a bit breathlessly. "Is that why you are sitting over here by yourself?"

"I'm just...not used to having so many kids here," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "It's a lot...louder than I expected." It was just disappointing that it hadn't been as nice as he thought it would be.

"I know," she answered him, crossing her legs underneath her. "I'm an only child, but I'd hoped that everyone here would be nicer than the kids at my regular school. They all think I'm odd."

"Because you can do magic?" Draco asked, having always wondered what it would be like to grow up if your parents didn't know that you could do magic. That would be hard. His mother had explained it to him when she'd first told him about her plan to start the school.

Hermione wrinkled her nose. "Maybe, but I think it's mostly because I like reading books," she said wrapping her arms around her legs, closing herself off.

Draco hoped that she wasn't afraid of him. It was nice to meet another person who seemed to have the same feelings about all the other children that he did. "I've got an Aunt called Hermione," he said, giving her a toothy grin. "She's a brilliant witch. She can do all sorts of things, and she works for the Ministry of Magic."

"That's cool," Hermione said, returning his smile. "I've never met anyone else called Hermione before."

"Well, she's not really my Aunt. She's my mom's cousin's wife," he explained. "But I call her my Aunt. She's my cousin Arcturus's mom and she's going to have another baby soon!"

Hermione wrinkled her nose. "Arcturus - that's an unusual name," she said, thinking that it sounded rather odd. "Draco is, too, I suppose. Do all wizards have such different names?"

Draco laughed. "It's not an unusual name," he explained with a grin. "It's just that, my mum's family looks to astronomy for names. Say, do you want to go look at some books in my room? I have one that has all of the constellations in it - I can show you Draco and the one that had Arcturus in it."

"Sure," Hermione said, eager to leave the rest of the screaming children behind in the parlor. The pair made quick work of the manor's expansive halls. Draco was proud to show off his collection of books, and Hermione was suitably in awe of them.

Completely unaware of how much time had passed, they were laying on the floor, paging through an astronomy book when his mother finally found him. "So that's where you've run off to, children," she said, a fond smile on her face. "Mr. and Mrs. Granger are looking for their daughter, Draco."

"Mum!" Draco greeted her cheerfully. "This is Hermione - she has the same name as Aunt Hermione," he told her proudly, missing the calculating look in his mother's eyes.

"Pleased to meet you, Hermione," she answered. "However, it is unfortunately time to go. You two can play again soon."

Draco knew better than to whine to his mother, begging for just a few more minutes of playtime with Hermione, who was far more interesting than Harry or Alphard or Theo. The muggleborns would be back again soon and so he knew that he'd get to see Hermione again sooner rather than later. "Bye, Hermione," he said, already counting down the hours 'til he'd get to see her again. Hermione wrapped him in a tight hug before following his mother out of the room.

Muggleborns may be noisy and steal his mother's attention, but Draco decided that getting to spend time with Hermione was more than worth the trouble.