A/N: This is my first fic so, it's not the best and I think I've seen this
plot before so sorry about not being totally original.
Ch.1
Hermione turned off the facet and looked up into the mirror. She had grown over the years. Her once bushy hair had toned down a bit; it was now thick and wavy, falling below her shoulders. She had also grown a few inches.
She dried her hands off and picked up her backpack and duffel bag and walked out into the crowded airport. She pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket that said where se was to meet her friend Mari Maracias.
"Hermione!" she heard a familiar voice call out her name.
She turned around and saw a tall girl with dyed red hair and hazel eyes.
Hermione walked over to her and gave her a hug.
"It's so good to see you, Mari," said Hermione.
"Me too," said Mari.
They parted and started walking to where they were to meet up with the rest of their group. They were going to New York City's Art and Music Camp. It wasn't really a camp; they lived in a huge brownstone with twenty other boys and girls for about three weeks studying classical and modern art and music.
"So how was your school year?" asked Mari.
Mari was also a witch. But attended California Academy of Magic. And she lived at home instead of living at school.
"Grueling," was all Hermione could think of.
It had been. With all the classes and the stress of final exams. She was glad to finally be here to just hang out and learn about art and jam with her friends.
"Same here," said Mari.
They found the group, checked in, and climbed on board the small busload. A couple of minutes later the bus driver closed the door and started the engine.
A short woman with brown hair stood up and faced the teenagers. She started to talk about the camp, it was the same thing Hermione and Mari heard every year, so they just tuned her out and started talking among themselves.
"So, what activities are signing up for?" asked Hermione.
"Probably history of rock and roll, art history, and bass lessons. What about you?" said Mari.
"History of rock and roll, painting lessons, and drum lessons," said Hermione, taking out a book on Lou Reed.
For the rest of the drive Hermione read about Lou Reed and listened to the Dropkick Murphys.
When they got there they got off the bus and filed into the house. The front entrance room was a lush red with pictures from past years and a table with some clipboards on it. The living room was huge with several small sitting areas, in the middle was a circular fireplace. Double doors led to the kitchen and dining room, which was connected. The dining and kitchen rooms were both bright blue with and covered in painting. The dining room table was long, old, and worn with mismatched chairs. Oh and the rooms were neat and organized but that was about to change.
Hermione and Mari walked up three flights of stairs to the room they usual stayed in. The room was a brilliant violet and on one of the walls had a Jimi Hendrix poster Mari had put up about five years ago. The room consisted of two twin beds, a small bookshelf of art and music books, and two tables and a chair at the end of each bed.
"I'm so glad to be here," said Hermione as she sat down on her bed.
"I hear ya," said Mari opening the curtains.
She opened the window and poked her head out to look around. Her gaze fell on a tall blonde boy standing in front of the even bigger house next to theirs. He was talking to a man with blonde hair and handsome face.
"Ooh, Hermione you better take a look at this handsome fellow," crooned Mari, beckoning her to come over to the window.
Hermione laughed and got up and went over to the window. Mari pointed to the blonde boy out to Hermione. Hermione took one look at him and her mouth dropped open.
"What?" asked Mari.
"That's Draco Malfoy!"
A/N: Ok, that's my fic, hope you liked it and tell me if I should continue this story.
Hermione turned off the facet and looked up into the mirror. She had grown over the years. Her once bushy hair had toned down a bit; it was now thick and wavy, falling below her shoulders. She had also grown a few inches.
She dried her hands off and picked up her backpack and duffel bag and walked out into the crowded airport. She pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket that said where se was to meet her friend Mari Maracias.
"Hermione!" she heard a familiar voice call out her name.
She turned around and saw a tall girl with dyed red hair and hazel eyes.
Hermione walked over to her and gave her a hug.
"It's so good to see you, Mari," said Hermione.
"Me too," said Mari.
They parted and started walking to where they were to meet up with the rest of their group. They were going to New York City's Art and Music Camp. It wasn't really a camp; they lived in a huge brownstone with twenty other boys and girls for about three weeks studying classical and modern art and music.
"So how was your school year?" asked Mari.
Mari was also a witch. But attended California Academy of Magic. And she lived at home instead of living at school.
"Grueling," was all Hermione could think of.
It had been. With all the classes and the stress of final exams. She was glad to finally be here to just hang out and learn about art and jam with her friends.
"Same here," said Mari.
They found the group, checked in, and climbed on board the small busload. A couple of minutes later the bus driver closed the door and started the engine.
A short woman with brown hair stood up and faced the teenagers. She started to talk about the camp, it was the same thing Hermione and Mari heard every year, so they just tuned her out and started talking among themselves.
"So, what activities are signing up for?" asked Hermione.
"Probably history of rock and roll, art history, and bass lessons. What about you?" said Mari.
"History of rock and roll, painting lessons, and drum lessons," said Hermione, taking out a book on Lou Reed.
For the rest of the drive Hermione read about Lou Reed and listened to the Dropkick Murphys.
When they got there they got off the bus and filed into the house. The front entrance room was a lush red with pictures from past years and a table with some clipboards on it. The living room was huge with several small sitting areas, in the middle was a circular fireplace. Double doors led to the kitchen and dining room, which was connected. The dining and kitchen rooms were both bright blue with and covered in painting. The dining room table was long, old, and worn with mismatched chairs. Oh and the rooms were neat and organized but that was about to change.
Hermione and Mari walked up three flights of stairs to the room they usual stayed in. The room was a brilliant violet and on one of the walls had a Jimi Hendrix poster Mari had put up about five years ago. The room consisted of two twin beds, a small bookshelf of art and music books, and two tables and a chair at the end of each bed.
"I'm so glad to be here," said Hermione as she sat down on her bed.
"I hear ya," said Mari opening the curtains.
She opened the window and poked her head out to look around. Her gaze fell on a tall blonde boy standing in front of the even bigger house next to theirs. He was talking to a man with blonde hair and handsome face.
"Ooh, Hermione you better take a look at this handsome fellow," crooned Mari, beckoning her to come over to the window.
Hermione laughed and got up and went over to the window. Mari pointed to the blonde boy out to Hermione. Hermione took one look at him and her mouth dropped open.
"What?" asked Mari.
"That's Draco Malfoy!"
A/N: Ok, that's my fic, hope you liked it and tell me if I should continue this story.