AN : I do not own any of the Harry Potter books nor will I ever, The Charatchers in this story belong to J.K Rowling

Hermione had only been home from Hogwarts for three days and her parents were already landing her with big surprises, the most evident of which being a foster child, who was to stay with them until the very date she was due back at Hogwarts. As if all this wasn't enough, she had to stay at home while they went to go and get this foster child, curiously by the name of Draco. Now, she knew this was infact an orphan - which meant some whacked out ,drugged up ,15 year old mother who thought the name was cool and probably named him that out of pure 'hippness'. She didn't connect it to the missing Draco Malfoy who had run away from Hogwarts after Voldemort had been killed, no, she thought this was just a normal foster kid and it'd be like all the other ones her parents tried to save and nurture in a loving family environment. This wasn't complete bullshit, but since Hermione wasn't here most of the year - they often passed off as childless, which allowed them to take in more kids. Stupid muggle government, how she despised it. How she loathed it now.

So there sat Hermione Granger, the 16 year ld beauty. Yes, Hermione had changed quite a lot since she was a simple first year. Her teeth had finally aligned, her untamable blondish hair was now light chestnut and much straighter, not to mention her body had taken on a more womanly appearance. By womanly we mean she had curves and very nice C cup investments. Yes, she was different and she was beautiful. Something that a lot of people were beginning to realize. What was more, since Dumbledore's murder, Hermione had become much more soft spoken. She wasn't an insufferable know-it-all, or at least she didn't flaunt it like she used to. Her seriousness however, had not changed but only gotten worse. Not to mention, Hermione was becoming more and more individual in her style. Instead of Abercrombie like all her muggle friends, she was wearing something more like a band t-shirt or a simple, basic crew cut t-shirt. She wasn't All that fond of pink on herself. She was starting to wear muggle make-up like eyeliner and some eye shadow. Though she didn't use pastel colors, she went for a darker more natural appearance. Needless to say, it worked , and hazel eyes were brought out. Overall Hermione Granger was so different as to what she had been. So unique.

A loud click rang through the air as Mr. And Mrs.Granger finally arrived home with their 'foster' teenager. He was said to be 16 or 17 and quite a looker. However, that was far from our dear Hermione's mind. To far for her to even care.

"HERMIONE!" ,Mrs.Granger called in an overly nice voice. Hermione slid off her bed and jogged down the long hallway and moved briskly down the stairs before coming to the second landing and sliding down the railing to meet her parents and their new……The girl stopped dead as she looked into two cold blue eyes. Eyes that belonged to someone she was prepared to kill. Brutally. This was no foster child, this was Draco Malfoy. Her thoughts and growing anger were interrupted as Mrs.Granger introduced the pair, both seeming much to rigid and way to angry for a first encounter in her opinion. "Sweetie, this is Draco Malfis. He's our new foster…" ,The woman was screamed at. "I know who the fuck this is mom! This is Draco Malfoy! Mother, this is the enemy! How could you let this ferret into our house!" Hermione screamed and cast a glare towards Draco, who looked just as angry but was doing an amazing job at putting on a show for the parents. "I am sorry, but you're mistaken. I am not Draco Malfoy, I don't even know who the man is." He gave a complete look of innocence. "NOT FUCKING KNOW WHO HE IS! YOU BASTARD, YOU FOUL LOATHSOME BASTARD!" She screamed it directly in his face, before letting her hand swing and smacking him clear across the face. After that she ran. She ran to her bedroom, her mother following closely at her heels. That left only the men.

,Mrs.Granger called in an overly nice voice. Hermione slid off her bed and jogged down the long hallway and moved briskly down the stairs before coming to the second landing and sliding down the railing to meet her parents and their new……The girl stopped dead as she looked into two cold blue eyes. Eyes that belonged to someone she was prepared to kill. Brutally. This was no foster child, this was Draco Malfoy. Her thoughts and growing anger were interrupted as Mrs.Granger introduced the pair, both seeming much to rigid and way to angry for a first encounter in her opinion. ,The woman was screamed at. Hermione screamed and cast a glare towards Draco, who looked just as angry but was doing an amazing job at putting on a show for the parents. He gave a complete look of innocence. She screamed it directly in his face, before letting her hand swing and smacking him clear across the face. After that she ran. She ran to her bedroom, her mother following closely at her heels. That left only the men.

Draco stood rooted to the spot, his eyes blazed with anger and hate. This had not been part of the plan, this had not been part of the plan at all. He should've realized that this was the mud blood's house and these muggles were her parents. It was amazingly ironic and yet it messed up Draco's plan completely. Before Draco could think any further on this however, Mr.Granger began speaking - much to Draco's anger. "I say, that was a show. She's not normally this hot headed, you must look like someone from her boarding school. I am dreadfully sorry for her behavior.", Mr.Granger spoke out and looked sincerely towards a seemingly shocked Draco, who was laughing at the man's stupidity on the inside. "Not an issue Mr.Granger, I am just a bit surprised." The older man nodded and began ushering Draco into the kitchen. "You're right, it's high time for some tea and cakes. Come along Draco." Draco stood motionless for a moment before nodding and following Mr.Granger. This was going to be a long, long summer. He was stuck living with Hermione Granger for Christ's sake!

(Meanwhile in Hermione's room)

Hermione slammed her door in her mother's face and tore onto the bed, her anger got the better of her and soon tears began to fall. How could her parents act so literally naïve! That was the boy who had tried to kill Albus Dumbeldore, that was the one who fled from school, and that was the person she loathed and dispised with every molecule in her. This was Draco Malfoy. God, why was she born into muggles? For the first time, she was regretting it, for the first time she was wishing for something different.

Hermione's mother came in slowly, seeing her daughter sobbing on the bed, she got the wrong impression. "Hermione, we've had foster kids before. This one is no different. What's the matter? He isn't being adopted or anything, it's just three months. Come now Hermione, pull yourself together." The woman's voice was a soft ,comforting coo - but the only thing Hermione heard was her words, not her tone of speech. "Mother, that isn't some orphan. That's an attempted murder, he's the reason our.." She was shushed by her mother's finger. "Darling, it can not be, listen to me, this is just another kid. He doesn't even know about your world or your school or the death of your headmaster." Hermione was about to argue, but she soon realized that would do nothing, her mother just didn't get it. She wouldn't get it. She couldn't, she was just a muggle. Just a muggle. Hermione knew she'd have to play the part and deal with Draco on her own, so she smiled softly and hugged her mother. "Okay mom, may be you're right, but can I have some alone time? I need to write to Harry, Ron, and Ginny." Mrs.Granger believed it like the ignorant thing she was, kissed her daughter softly on the cheek and went out of the bedroom, closing the door gently behind her. Without another thought, she got out her pen, pencil, and paper. Then she made three copies of one letter. They had to know, they had to help her.

Ron, Harry, or Ginny -

Holy crap you guys, my parents probably just pulled the most stupid stunt I've ever seen them pull since I was 11 years old! I am not even sure if I can do anything about it. If I can I will, but if not then I just have to wait this out, and as you all know I do not like waiting anything out, atleast not if I can take some sort of action against it. So please, send me back something to help me. Please!

They brought home a foster child. Now this seems like nothing new to you, but a serious issue at hand. The foster child is no foster child, hell he's not even a muggle. He's Draco Malfoy!

This sounds bad, really bad, but another issue is involved. Was this on purpose or was this an accident. We don't even know what side he's on anymore. If this is all some big scheme plotted by Voldemort, then we're screwed. I can't hide anything from him now, he's fucking living with me for Christ's sake! The other side is, that if this was an accident, then we can use it to our advantage. I am not sure what's going to happen now, but I am stuck living with Draco Malfoy for 31/2 months. What am I going to fucking do!

P.S - Harry and Ronald, you may not come and beat the shit out of him, my parents are here and they will not want non-muggle visitors here while a 'muggle' lives among us. I'm sorry you guys, if they leave for vacation I'll let you know.

-Hermione G.

With that, she tucked the letters inside her pocket and rushed down the stairs.She was extremely careful to avoid the kitcen, where she heard her parent's voices and Draco's less than innocent voice. She knew he had completely fooled them into thinking he was innocent, the bastard. It didn't take long for her to sneak to the basement, where she was forced to keep her new owl Haagen-Dazs, who was ready to go out anyways, even though it was just 40 minutes after noon. Her owl always liked the sun, it was odd but it didn't bother Hermione one bit. So Hermione quickly told the locations to her black owl and tied the letters to it's leg and let it out the back window with amazing silence and speed. Afterwards, she slumped against the window. Giving a deep sigh, she watched the pretty bird until he was out of sight and then made her way out of the basement, avoiding the kitchen once more and silently making her way back to her bedroom, where she did the only thing she could think to do at this moment, which was to put on some soft oldies music and try to sleep some. She knew this summer was going to be hell. Utter hell. With that thought, she managed to force herself back to sleep, her eyes tired after crying.

(time lapse : 8 hours w/ Draco Malfoy)

Draco was finally alone in his new bedroom. It was a decent size, along with the house, but nothing really compared to The Malfoy Manor. Now of course, being at Hermione Granger's house was not in the plan. However, he was stuck. He couldn't go anywhere in fear that Voldemort or his father would find him. That was something Draco did not want to happen at all costs. He was on Voldemort's list now, and he could do literally nothing but hide and pray to god he wasn't found. He knew that if he was, he would be dead.

Draco had been treated cruelly by his mother and father for years. He just refused to believe when he was a kid that not following the dark lord could be just as good as not. It was only when he was ordered to dispose of Dumbledore, that he realized he didn't want to be a death eater. He didn't even want to be in contact with the dark lord. He saw then, at that moment, that power was nothing and he was simply a pawn. He was a pawn of Voldemort and the more Draco realized this, the harder he tried to deny it and soon enough he was no longer working for the Dark Lord. However, he had put on attempts to kill Dumbeldore, but he made sure they would be caught. When he finally ran off, he decided the muggle world was the best place to hide, may be forever, may be not. It all depended. Everything depended on his safety, which at the moment was questionable, since he was living with the enemy.

The thought that he was going to be with Hermione for the entire summer break was scary, he had never liked that mud blood…..err non-pure blood girl. She was just so stuck up and such a bratty know-it-all, that drove him literally insane, not mention she had cleaned his clock out several times over the years. She had a good punch, for a girl, and a lot of the times she'd jinx him to, which was hell. Overall, she was to godamn smart and violent for her own good and Draco hadn't failed to mention it to her quite often. May be this would be the ultimate chance to ridicule her some more. He chuckled at the thought.

He continued to chew this over in his mind for a good time before his body finally showed signs of being literally exhausted from thinking so much about it. His body began to ache and his eyelids began to get tired and finally, with a brief look at his alarm clock, he fell asleep, his mind filled with nightmares and dreams , oddly enough, filled with Hermione Granger.