Oblivion
Chapter one
A nine year old girl sat on her front lawn completing homework, while children all around her enjoyed their Saturday afternoon. As far as she knew she was completely and utterly ordinary, if anything a little "advanced". She glanced around as if disapproving of the young children's behavior.
"Hermione, come in for tea darling", called a tall woman, dark hair and dark eyes, looking a little frazzled with her pink baking apron.
"But mother I must finish this assignment", cried Hermione.
"Ten minutes, dear!" she replied.
"No one will ever understand", she sighed to herself.
She began to pack away her homework, compromising that she'd wake up early the next day to finish it, even thought it was due two days from now. Just as she was about to zip her bag up, she was ambushed by a bunch of, as she liked to call them "animals", with leaves. She jumped up at once clearly not going to put up with the nonsense of these children.
"Stop this instant or I will tell your mothers!" she cried.
"AW Hermione, have a little fun! School just started you can't have that much homework", screamed a pudgy boy, with blonde hair and blue eyes.
"UGH your ignorance is almost humorous", Hermione concluded.
She began to trudge towards her house, wiping the dirt the autumn leaves left on her pink cardigan. As she approached the steps leading to her front door she slipped on a puddle left behind from the rain that had washed all of England the night before. Almost immediately after her fall, a corruption of laughing and an occasional snort exploded, Hermione not giving into her own embarrassment or showing the anger she had gotten to know so well over the past few weeks, swiftly lifted herself off the ground and continued on her way.
"YOU'RE SUCH AN ARSE", cried a little brunette girl.
Those three words were the undoing of the little control Hermione had left. She quickly spun on her heels intending to make a snide remark, inflicting pain on another's feeling other than herself, but as she faced the entourage nothing seemed to be able to come out. All she managed to do was stand there and think about all the nasty things she wished were happening to these children so that maybe they'd realize that she was different and that there's nothing wrong with that.
She began to notice that it had become unusually windy and that her bullies were struggling to stay upright. Hermione's hands began to rise and sway to the rhythm of the wind completely out of her control. The scene in front of her was spectacular as the leaves began to rise and encircle the children on her front lawn. It was only after a scream of terror from a little girl, her blonde ringlets jumping around her shoulders as she ran, that took Hermione out of the stupor her extreme anger had placed her in.
Letting out a sob she finally reached her door and entered the safety of her front hall. She let her back fall against the wall and slowly slid down until she was sitting with her knees crunched up. What was she? How was she capable of such evilness? Deciding that she wasn't going to be able to answer these questions she pushed all thoughts out of her head. Maybe she was a little more different than she thought.
She gently closed her eyes, taking deep breathes, trying to calm her heart rate. She could hear the mumbling of voices and clashing of dishes coming from the kitchen. Looks like her mother invited guests over. Leisurely stretching out her legs she began to reach down and attempt to pull off her pink rain boots. Sliding off the left one easily, she began to struggle with the right one. A door closed somewhere down the hall and the echo of footsteps walking towards her was faintly heard.
"I'm coming mother I just got held up outside", Hermione called.
Her mother's footsteps had stopped and no response came. After a moment of silence Hermione looked up, wondering why her mother wasn't addressing her.
Above her was a boy, tall and skinny, with blonde hair almost the color of snow, she estimated that he was about her age. The grin he wore on his face, showed nothing but promise of mischief. When she reached his eyes they were crystal blue and cold, and yet she couldn't help but notice the gleam they held that showed more to him then he was letting her see. She realized she was starring and quickly glanced away blushing.
"Malfoy", he announced.
Making a swishing movement with his hand, Hermione's rubber boot flew off and landed neatly next to its pair.
"Draco Malfoy", he stated, turning and exiting the same way he came.