House Of Cards Chapter 1: Prologue: Summer, a harry potter fanfic

House of cards.

SUMMER.

Staring at her felt like such a crime. But it was interesting to watch her. Hermione Jean Granger was strong, determined and full of intelligence. It was sickening to be beaten by her, a girl nonetheless, in every subject. It was sickening to watch her laugh with her friend—and watch as she would dance with Ron Weasley or Harry Potter. It was sickening that he was jealous of a lot in her life; her friends, her family, and her happiness. But that didn't stop him from staring. It was simply, easy.

It was so easy to sit there and watch her move. Swiftly, with such grace that motivated him to just keep watching.

It was summertime; Hogwarts had come to a pause, everything seemed to just be easier this way. No homework, detentions, or Harry Potter's. It was just Draco Malfoy and his parents.

This was the way Draco had liked it, this was exactly his comfort zone. The way his house was bigger than the others around him gave him some sort of comfort. There was some sort of joy about his window that attracted him to spend more time there than his bed, or any place else around his house. His window opened up to a balcony, his favorite part of his room. Outside, the air was slightly humid and heavy. He was sweating, but that didn't give him much of a reason to go back inside.

His gray eyes scanned his view; grass and tree's surrounded his house, secluding the manor from the others. His room was the highest in the manor—giving him a sense of direction around his manor, giving him a good view of the other manors, and who wanted to enter his. He pursed his lips as he watched the manor next over, it wasn't as big as his—but it was beautiful. The tree's seemed to have more life, the grass seemed to be greener, the windows seemed to be shinier, and the family that lived inside seemed to be…happier.

His family was rather lonely. Only three of them in the large home—whereas the other home seemed to have many other people living there, seemed to have more visitors than the Malfoy's. His parents spent their time alone for the most part. Lucius working on his investments, ways to make more money—ways to prove himself to the world on how powerful he was. However, his power was nothing exciting to Draco anymore. His mother Narcissa spent her time in her room, writing in journals and staying in bed. She was a rather distraught woman. Although—she tried fairly hard to hide a lot about her, and be perfect. Draco wasn't sure for who or what she tried for. But Narcissa tried.

Draco leaned against his balcony railing and stared at the sunset that always resided behind the other home. Jealousy and admiration ran through his veins. His heart pumping to the sound of the music that played loudly in the other home. With the distance between the houses, the music was a bit faint, but it was loud for the fact he heard it anyways.

Hermione Granger was in his sight again. And he focused clearly. She was a muggle, and yet held this power of a pure-blood wizard. This he admired, along with her appearance. Her fair peachy skin, her small pointed nose, her thick brown curls and the way her lips would slightly pout naturally. He wondered if it were healthy to watch someone from afar, for so long. But he pushed that back behind his mind and kept watching as she and her three friends danced around in her bedroom. Her windows were wide open, the room brightly colored by different colors that changed weekly. This week it was a calm light green. Draco couldn't help but want to apparate into her bedroom and dance with her.

"Draco?"

Draco turned instantly as Lucius entered his room. He was tall with long sleek white blonde hair, his face was define and always held a few of expressions. Now, it was disapproval. Draco took a breath as Lucius caught Draco by his balcony.

"What are you watching, my son?" Lucius asked.

"Nothing," Draco said.

Lucius pursed his lips and stared at the home that resided to their right, "Poor excuse for a house." He muttered, "Full of traitors and Mudbloods."

Draco shook his head and glared towards the Granger home, "Well, they all belong with each other—Mudbloods and traitors right father?"

"They don't deserve magic," Lucius spoke slowly. Draco's head nodded, agreeing slightly. Lucius began to make his way out of the balcony and out his son's room—motioning his son to follow.

Draco turned one last time at the home and sighed, a small 'sorry' passed his lips, although he was sure no one heard the conversation. But it was the only thing that felt right to say.

- - -

"May I?" Ron smiled sweetly down at Hermione, his hand extending down towards her—his blue eyes shining. She nodded and took his hand, allowing him to bring her up and slowly pull her body closer to his. The warmth was beautiful, a lovely feeling. She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt his arms slip around her waist. The music slowed and the two began to move along to the beat. Their bodies swayed together perfectly.

The two were alone in her bedroom. His arms held tightly around her petite frame, his head resting just above hers. His scent was intoxicating as it wafted into her nostrils and resting slowly into her lungs. They moved in sync, everything else seemed to wash away. His lips were kissing the top of her head, the sound of his heartbeat in her ears as they danced in a circle. Ron's self confidence seemed to exude from his pores, creating a certain feel that she can only distinguish as Ron's. He was never this…smooth, be she seemed to have an effect on him. That, she loved about him. That she was important enough to have an effect on him. She could hear her name being spoken through his soft voice and she looked up at him, smiling.

He dipped his head, gradually—teasing her slightly. His lips were slowly dropping to her level and she could feel his breath against her skin. She waited patiently as he placed his lips against hers. It was familiar and comfortable. His hands began to slowly hold her gently as she moved her body closer. Ron's right hand rested by her waist and the other in her hair. The kiss began to deepen and she could feel him tense. She wanted to ease his tension, wanted him to be as comfortable with her as she was with him. Slowly her tongue exited out of her mouth and swiftly enter into his, their tongue now in contact and he held her tighter. Their lips were in perfect harmony.

The song had stopped, but they kept on. Kissing under the dim light.

He was the best friend. The boyfriend. Hers. It was all amazing to think about. It was perfect. She could feel happiness just dance inside, her heart beating in such a pace she could only call perfect. Only he could cause this perfect safe place. His arms were the place she could only feel right. Her eyes opened slightly and she could see her bed just feet away from them. She wanted to lead him there. Explore more of his body.

"Ron?"

Ron slowly pulled back, a dazed look in his eyes. His ears perked up as he word one word pass her lips; "bed." Eagerly he picked her up and twirled her around, slowly placing her on her bed. All summer long this was their favorite place. Their home.

She giggled slightly at his eagerness and watched as he slowly leveled down to her. His legs spread apart as she lay in between them. She wasn't sure how much of him she could handle. Kissing him on her bed made her lose control. His scent, touch and kiss was all too much. But she challenged herself every time—allowing herself to take in every bit of Ron. She raised her hand to his face and smiled at his soft warm skin. His eyes closed and his red hair framed his face as the ends fell forward. She pulled him closer to her, and kissed him fully, deeply and passionately. He was taken back, she knew, but she didn't stop. His hands slowly moved up her shirt and she could feel herself smirk against his lips. His hands were shaking but they managed to stop as he explored the way her skin felt underneath his fingertips.

His lips slowly moved down to her neck and she felt her breath quicken. She lifted her hands to his torso and she caressed his body. She pushed the shirt up and touched his abdomen, loving the way he slightly built body felt. It was addicting to be close to him like this. But she wanted something stronger. His hands slowly moved up and she could feel him take her in his hands—her breasts rested in his hands, moving as he kneaded them. This was new, and she could feel herself slowly moan. He stopped and pulled his head back to look her in the eyes. Her brown eyes reflected off his blue eyes.

"Ron?" His sisters voice came from behind the door, "It's time to go."

Hermione slowly dropped her hands down to her sides and sighed. "No…"

"Sorry, 'Mione, mom'll kill me," Ron's eyes were fully apologetic, and she knew she couldn't get mad at him. Although every bit in her wanted too.

"I'll see you soon, right?" She asked.

"Definitely," he smiled and showed off his perfectly lined teeth.

"Ron!"

"Shut it!" Ron yelled back, "I'll be out in a bit Ginny."

Without warning Ron kissed Hermione and slowly pulled his body up from hers. She followed his lips and he pulled back. She sighed but forced a happy smile, "Bye Ron."

"Bye Hermione."

And he was gone, leaving her to her thoughts. She slowly stood and straightened herself out. She stood outside her window and took a breath. Her brown eyes looked upward and stared up at the tree's. They were tall around her, taller than her house and blocked everything from view. She shut her window and began to make her way towards her bed.