disclaimer: harry potter is definitely not mine..

A/n: this is my first ever official fanfic.. hope you enjoy it.. and sorry for some wrong grammar or typo ok?? please review coz i want to improve it.. tnx.. :)..

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It was a fine morning that Hermione decided to go to the park near their house, like a block away. She, being a curious-seven-years-old-kid, wanted to explore and discover anything and, if she could, everything under the sun. This morning she would discover something more than what she's expecting.

"Ooh?" staring interestingly at a bee on top of a pink rose flower.

She started to walk towards the grassy part of the park, where there were many flowers. She stretched her hands and reached for the little bee.

"Oh, no!!" frowning, she almost shouted when the bee flew away to sat unto another flower.

"No, no, no you don't!" she said, as she was about to step upon a flower attempting to prevent the bee to fly away again.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you", a boy with a platinum blond hair was holding her shoulders, as if stopping her from what she was about to do.

"How come?" Hermione turned to face the owner of the voice.

"Because you're going to ruin the beautiful flowers, just to have what you want… and, you might also get hurt."

Hermione looked back in front of her. She stared at her feet. Yes, she almost destroyed the innocent looking flowers.

"I'm not selfish, I just want to get what I want" she whispered, with a sorry face.

Her little bee is now, nowhere to be found.

I don't understand
this should be so easy
to just reach my hand
and know the world is free

"I know that, it's just that you must think of other things aside from what you want, you might hurt others, or even yourself..." The boy smiled as he said those words. Hermione was struck by his words, maybe he's right, she thought.

"So what's your name?"

"Draco, how about you?"

"My name is Hermione", she said as she stretched her hands for a hand shake, and Draco took it.

They walk towards a bench, hand in hand they sat there, and silence filled the air between them. After a moment, Hermione is the first to speak.

"So, where are you from?"

"Somewhere over there…" Draco pointed out at the east from where they are sitting. A nod from the girl was all that he received. And then, he asked, "Why are you here?"

"Of course to play and to have fun, you silly!!" she chuckled, as if the answer to Draco's question was very obvious. Then, she added, "How about you? Why are you here?"

"I run away…" He answered, looking sorry for himself.

"But why? May I ask?"

"Because my father doesn't love me"

"Whoa?? Are you serious? All parents love their children!" Hermione is starting to show her know-it-all attitude.

"Not mine, their not like all the other parents. Especially my father, he doesn't want me."

But nothing's, as it seems
I can tell you freely
touching is not the only way to feel

Hermione, still holding Draco's hand, moved nearer to him and hugged him as tight as she could with all the sympathy and care she could give. Draco found it comforting, as if he doesn't want to let her go. But after a while Hermione moved away. They smiled at each other.

"I want you to be my friend, is it okay?" Hermione looked at the gray eyes in front of her as she waited for an answer.

"Well, I've never had a muggle friend before, but of course!! I also want you to be my friend." Draco's eyes glittered as he said these words.

"What is a muggle?"

"It is what we call people who do not have magic", Draco explained.

"Oh… okay", not really convinced of the answer, she changed the subject. "So, pinkies swear? Forever friends?" Raising her fist with her smallest finger pointing out and Draco did the same.

"Yeah, pinkies swear!"

Draco took something out of his pocket. It was a silver necklace with a ring as a pendant.

"This is for you" taking out the ring from the necklace.

"For what?"

"For our friendship. Don't let it fall of your finger, ok?" Draco took her hand and put the silver ring in her index finger, where it slightly fit.

"It's too big, isn't it?"

"Yeah, wait", Draco took out a smaller-than-usual wand and murmured something as he flip and swing the wand.

"Wow! It fits me now!"

"Yeah, it will only fit on your fingers, so if you lost it, no one could wear it"

"Okay. And this," she took the necklace out of Draco's hands and wore it around Draco's neck, "is for you, don't you dare lost it okay?"

They both nodded. The heartache Draco felt, that made him go to the park, disappeared. And he never felt as good as he is feeling right now. He had a real friend, a true friend. While Hermione felt different around Draco, he made her feel frazzle, and she doesn't know how or why. Yet they feel good, that's what is important.

When the rain falls
it's like heaven's crying
when the name's all
the difference that there is
Cause tears are
the same when they are trying

To grow something good
Out of all the pain
there's no difference between

The teardrops and the rain

And then it started to rain, and they run to the nearest tree. There was a flower, a white rose, Draco noticed. He crouched and picked it up.

"This is for you"

"Thanks" she kissed him on the cheek and they hugged each other for the last time.

Then a woman, holding an umbrella, walked towards them.

"Draco. Let's go!" the woman ordered.

Draco looked at Hermione's hazel-brown eyes, he then said, "Goodbye", and then, he was soon dragged by his mother.

"'bye", whispered Hermione…

And after that day, Hermione went to the park waiting for Draco to come back, almost everyday for a year. But he never came back. Until, she grew tired and she decided never to wear the ring again, yet she kept it.

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A/n: tnx for reading.. what can you say?? it isn't that bad ryt?? for firstimers?? hehehe..