A/N: this is my first fic ever, plz R/R!

One Summmer's Influence

Chapter 1 A Hint to the Start of One Unlikely Summer

Another splendid year gone, how does time past by like that? thought Draco, I can wait forever to get back to that stinking mansion.

As grand as his Manor was, Draco Malfoy had never looked forward to going back to the hellhouse. Before, it seemed grand and enchanting, but it had grown boring. In addition to that, his father had finally found the 'right time' to tell young Draco his role in life, to serve a half-blood that his father considered a Lord. Therefore, the Hogwarts Express was the only thing that kept his mind off what lay before him. Now he sat in a compartment, with Blaise, and to his disgust, Pansy. Crabbe and Goyle were standing outside to keep his positivily endearing fans, out. He snapped out of his daydream and realized that Pansy was starting to lean in on his neck with her mouth wide open.

'Pansy, please, we're on a goddamn train! Move your positively stubborn arse back on the other side,' commanded Draco.

'You didn't mind in the last trip...' muttered Pansy. She slid back to her side of the compartment, looking uglier than she already did.

Blaise snorted. Draco felt like he was going to hurl, as he definitely did not want to be reminded of that last incident. It was just a simple dare, and it turned out to be one of Draco's worst moments. Apparently, Pansy wasn't aware of the dare, and ended up starting a heated snog session, well, for her, but definitely not for Draco. Pansy couldn't kiss to save her own lump of an arse. As Pansy was such a porky figure, it was hard to push her off. Pansy had nearly started the clothes, but Draco had thankfully escaped her porky clutches. Draco was even starting to think that the mudblood probably looked better.

Draco was bored, and trying hard to keep those horrible memories and bad thoughts out of his sex-driven mind. After a while, Blaise spoke up.

"Draco dude, I'm fucking bored."

Like no one here isn't, thought Draco.

"You want to go bug that Golden Boy? Blaise heartfully suggested, I'm betting 100 galleons the mudblood's not going to say anything harsh."

Draco thought over it for a moment. He couldn't forget every single time that Granger had told him to fuck off everytime he tried to have some fun in provoking them. A smirk crept on his features and he lifted his head up to reply.

"100 galleons it is then. You better not regret it," replied Draco, muttering his last remark. He was absolutely sure Zabini was a goner and saw that Zabini was indeed fucking bored.

The two boys stood up. Draco was first at the door, but not before swatting away Pansy's hand.

"You're not coming Pansy, and you're not trying anything," Draco ordered.

So they stepped into the aisle, in search of the the-boy-who-couldn't-just-drop-dead and his little gang of mudbloods and weasels. Surprisingly, they were just two compartments away.

Draco thought, show time.

He slid open the compartment door and popped his head in. Looks like someone has been messing with Longbottom's mimbulus mimbletonia again, he mused.

"Oh look, Blaise, it's the Golden Trio and their beloved couple. Or should I say, the stinking Golden Trio and their—," started Draco, but he was not able to finish it as he was immediately cut off by the mudblood, who was just busy fingering and wiping off the stinksap.

"Malfoy, we don't need your criticism right now. Hermione looked him straight in the eye and pointed at herself, I for one, am filthy and eshausted. Leave this compartment and us, alone," finished Granger, althought using a more firmer and commanding tone in her last request.

No trace of hate was found in her voice and of course, Blaise had listened very carefully for any.

"100 galleons, my friend," he whispered, a gleeful spreading across his face.

"Normally, I would not take any orders from filthy little mudbloods bitches, but I'll pity you today," spat Draco. Obviously, he was pissed, big time.

Granger was just starting to say something back with something that sounded mysteriously like an F, but Draco didn't hear it, as he had already closed the door behind him.

He glared at Blaise, but the glare softened as he turned down the aisle and headed back to their compartment. It wasn't that he didn't have 100 galleons; of course he could afford the amount! He was a Malfoy, after all. He had just never lost a bet this simple and stupid.

He stomped back to the compartment, but not after tossing his wallet at Blaise's waiting hands.

Meanwhile, Hermione was just about to finish her sentence standing up with some ever so colorful words.

"Fuck off Malfoy! You—,"but the door had already slammed shut behind the tall platinum-blond boy. She plopped back on her seat. Anger and hurt was burnt in her eyes. How did such a foul being become blessed with an angel's features? She wondered it for a while before returning back to the real world. She plopped back on to her seat, all the while thinking about how Malfoy had grown so much during the past years, oblivious to the disbelieving stares she received from the whole compartment.

Scourgify, she waved her wand effortlessly at the whole of the compartment as the stinksap disappeared, though still not bothering to look up. She let her hand plopped back down to her side. She had not been lying to Malfoy; she was truly exhausted after her endless studying in her 6th year of Hogwarts.

Hermione lifted herself up to check out the window where they've reached. She finally noticed the stares. Once she shifted herself from her lazy position, a shuffle was heard through the compartment. Everyone started looking everywhere but where she sat. Hermione shrugged off, although expression grim. She felt Ron's hand on her shoulder pulling her over.

Finally, the train came to a halt. Soundlessly, the five teens hurried out of the compartment and off the train one by one. Before leaving for her parents, Hermione pulled Ron over. She pulled herself up and gave Ron a quick kiss.

"I'll miss you, 'Mione... started Ron, but I promise to write to you, alright? Well, if I can keep Ginny from reading, that is." He chuckled.

"I'll miss you, too, but I'd better go before my parents become worried, she gazed into her boyfriend's deep blue eyes and smiled, you can carry my trunk if you want."

"Nah, mum wanted us to get home as quick as possible today. I'm sorry I can't, but I'll make it up to you the next time we see each other..." replied Ron, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"You better, she poked Ron in the chest, bye Ron, love you."

With that, Hermione picked up her trunk from the ground and marched off to find her parents.

Another year of Hogwarts finished, I can't believe that was 6th year, she thought with a sigh.

Suddenly, a sheet of blond swept past her. Strangely enough, the mop of silky blond hair was unaccompanied by his black-haired friend.

She was just about to follow Malfoy but was stopped when she saw her parents, who were standing nearby. Instead of of the usual hugs and kisses they shared to welcome her back, they stood silent and grim. Hermione walked quickly to her parents. Her steps faltered in front of her parents, a concerned look and a frown crept over her face.

"What's wrong, mother?" Hermione questioned.

Jane Granger looked up to his husband, "A-Alex, how about you start?" Her grip on Alex Granger tightened.

"But Mary... started Hermione's dad, but hesitated a while and continued again, as his wife wore an expression that had the word 'please' stamped across her forehead. He continued, Oh all right...H-Hermione, we...we need to talk." Alex Granger was not looking at Hermione.

The young brunette's eyes widened with fear. She knew what they meant by 'we need to talk'.

This is going to be one long summer, she thought.

Draco was watching the whole scene. What was with the mudblood's parents? Even after walking away and heading for the barrier, he pondered this for a long time. The mudblood's parents were usually cheerful people who started hugging their daughter at first sight as if they had just survived a war. Walking absent-mindedly through the barrier, he bumped into someone. It was the Weasel's father.

"Ah, Draco, I was just looking for you."

What does he want? Draco thought. But his question was quickly, and unfortunately, answered.

"I was just informed by the Ministry that I were to make sure you came back to Platform 9 ¾ in one whole piece."

"And what exactly would that mean, M... Mister, Weasley?" Draco asked, trying his hardest to be polite. But it wasn't easy when you were brought up like a proper pureblood, being taught to never become one of those Weasleys, a blood traitor.

"Draco, I know you're not going to be happy with this arrangement, neither will I, but you're staying with us this summmer!" Mr. Weasley added, and although he said he wouldn't be happy with it, he sounded downright happy...

Draco's eyes widened in horror, he was appalled. Staying with WEASELS for the whole fucking summer! How was he to survive?

This is going to be one long summer, he thought.

A/N: So like that would be my first ever chap of my first ever fic, don't forget to review!