Now my world can come to an end. No I take that back, I wish my world would come to an end now. Why? Well because I think I'm falling for Draco Malfoy…
Chapter 1
I guess I should start at the beginning. It all started a week before I left for Hogwarts.
"Hermione, breakfast."
I rolled over and opened one eye, but quickly closed it again. The sun was shining brightly in through my open window illuminating my room. Slowly I opened my eyes, allowing them to adjust to the light this time. I looked over at my clock and stretched; it was 8 am.
I sat up and reach for my wand, which was sitting on my side table. Having turned 17 over the summer I could now do magic outside of Hogwarts. Once I felt the cool familiar wooden handle in my hand I walked over to the bathroom that was connected to my room. I looked in the mirror and noticed the changes my body had gone through over the years.
My hair was no longer the untamable mess it was before. It had smoothed out and had a slight curl to the end. Being friends with Harry and going on missions had toned up my muscles and slimmed me down. I had also grown a few inches so that the top of my head was at Ron's chin.
I stopped looking at myself in the mirror and turned on the water in the shower. I stripped out of my clothes as I waited for it to get warm. Once the water was to my liking I stepped into it and felt it cascade down my body, filling the room with steam. I started to washing my hair once it was wet, trying not to get the suds in my eyes. Once I had rinsed out the conditioner I started to scrub my body free of sleep; finally ending with washing my face.
I stayed under the water until it started to get cold. I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel out of the closet and wiped off the mirror, the room was still filled with steam. I dried off my hair first and charmed it to comb itself while I dried the rest of me off. When I was dry I ran back into my room with the towel wrapped around me and got dressed.
Nothing too much, but not just anything; I was going to spend the last week of summer with Harry and Ron at the Weasley's house. But I was going to see someone special first. I decided on a pair of black shorts and my black Joan Jett shirt with my favorite Converse. I charmed my trunk to pack itself once I was dressed and headed down stairs.
"Good morning." I said walking into the kitchen. My mom and dad where sitting across the table from each other eating.
"Good morning sweetie. Would you like some French Toast?" My mom said getting up and making me a plate.
"Do you even have to ask?" I said sitting down in-between them. "You know there my favorite."
"So today is the day you're going off to see your friends?" My dad asked over his paper.
"Yeah, there coming to get me at 10." I said drowning my breakfast in maple syrup.
"Hermione, how many times have I told you not to do that?" My mom said looking at my plate.
"Oh about a million, but you know how stubborn I am." I said grinning at her before taking a bite. "What are you guys doing today?"
"Well I have an appointment with the Johnson's kid at noon, and then the rest of my day is packed till 7." My mom said forgetting about my breakfast. "I'm really glad I decided to work Saturdays. You would not believe how many people try to schedule for today."
"And I'm glad I decided not to work on Saturdays." My dad said, "But then again I do have to work Friday nights. So when do you leave for school, 'Mione?"
"In a week," I said cutting the last slice of French toast into pieces. "But it won't feel that long. I still haven't gotten my Hogwarts letter yet."
"It will come dear." My mom said taking my plate.
"I know, but it's really late." I said, I looked up at the clock; speaking of late, so was I. "I think I'm going for a walk before Mr. Weasley comes to get me."
"Are you sure you have enough time?" My mom asked looking at the clock
"Yeah, it's only 9:30. I'll be back in plenty of time." I said walking to the back door.
"Ok, don't be too long though."
I left through the kitchen door and looked around out small back yard. Our neighbors the Potter's (No relation to Harry) have a corgi that keeps trying to dig under the fence, so there is a small hole next to our house. The rest of the yard looks ok; I mean at least it's green. Most of what grows back here is weeds, but my father cuts it like it is grass. He says as long as it's green it can stay.
I walked out the back gate and out into the ally. The local kids like to play games back here so there is a lot of toys and things. I turned right and walked past all the houses. At the end of the ally is my parents dental business, it's really quite convenient. They don't have to drive to work at all.
I walked behind the building, there is a small park that when the local kids aren't playing in the ally they're playing there. I walked over to the swing set and sat down. There wasn't any one there because it was so early, but it didn't matter to me. I was just here to meet someone.
"Want me to push you?" said a voice behind me after a little while.
"Only if you want to, Justin" I said looking behind me.
Justin was my boyfriend of two years. No one other than his and my parents knew we were together. He dropped the cigarette he was smoking and grabbed the swing, pinching my butt in the process.
"Hey, not nice," I said laughing as he pulled me back.
"Sorry couldn't help myself." He said smiling. His blond hair caching the morning sun, it was up in a Mohawk like usual. His toned tan arms shown out against his white Green Day T-shirt; his hoodie was crumpled on the ground behind him. He was wearing his cameo-cargo pants over his black army boots. "You look good today."
"Thanks, so do you."
"I think I need to get you a pair of boots." He said pushing me higher.
"Why? Don't you like my black and red converse?" I asked looking at my shoes.
"I like them; I just think for the winter, boots would be better." He said with a small smile.
"Maybe," I said jumping off the swing at its highest point. "Well?"
"7.5" He said judging my jump.
"What? That was at least an eight." I said walking over to him.
"I don't know an eight? Maybe," He said pulling out another cigarette. "Want one?"
"You're the second person to ask a stupid question to day." I said taking it from him.
"Who was the first?" He asked lighting mine, his sticking out between his lips.
"My mother," I said taking a long drag off of the cigarette feeling the nicotine rush through my blood stream. "She asked if I wanted French toast for breakfast."
"You'd think she would know better." Justin said grinning while blowing smoke over our heads. "So you're leaving today?"
"Yeah, you don't mind do you?" I said looking at his boots.
"No, you deserve to see your friends and I can't control your school." He said pulling me closer to him. "Just remember to write to me, ok?"
"About that, my school is a little weird about that." I said taking another drag. "They use owls."
"Really? That's different." He said after a short pause.
"Yeah, like they did in medieval times." I said looking up at him.
"It's a little weird, but if that's the only way you can send mail I'll learn to deal." Justin said smiling down at me. "Just don't forget."
"I won't. Thank you." I said giving him a hug. "You're the best."
"I know; how much longer?"
"15 minutes." I said looking down at my watch. "I wish you could come with me."
"Me too, but I'm stuck here in this stupid hole in the wall town to finish my last year. So why don't we make the most of what we have left." He said taking one last drag off his cigarette and dropping it.
"What were you thinking?" I asked doing the same.
"Oh, I don't know how about this." He said closing the distance between us and placing a small genital kiss on my lips.
"I like that idea." I said returning the favor. I lost my self in him. He placed one hand on my lower back the other in my hair. He started to draw little circles into my back with his fingers as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I wanted this moment to stay forever. But soon we pulled apart. He looked down at me and smiled, his blue eyes shining.
"You're going to be late." He said breaking the silence.
"I've got ten minutes, walk me home?" I asked
"Slowly," He said picking up his hoodie and taking my hand. We walked out of the park and back behind my parents building. Justin handed me another cigarette and lit it. "So you know how I asked my mom if I could go to the states next year."
"Yeah, how did that go?" I asked interlacing out fingers and blowing out smoke.
"Well she said I could go if I got a 90% in all my classes." Justin said as we started to walk back down the alley behind my house. "And I was thinking, maybe you would like to go with me?"
"I'd love to!" I said as a shiver went through my body.
"Here you look cold." Justin said handing me his Misfits Hoodie.
"Thanks, I don't know when I can get this back to you though." I said handing him my cigarette and pulling it on.
"That's ok. I know you'll take good care of it." He said handing me back the cigarette. "Check the front pocket."
"Why?" I said looking at him confused.
"Just do it, please?"
"Fine," I said sticking my hand in the front pocket. My finger touched something smooth and plastic. I pulled it out and looked at it. It was a pack of my favorite cigarettes and a lighter. "Thanks, but I don't think I can take this with me."
"Take them any ways and when you need more I'll send you a care package. There's more." He said stopping and taking a drag on his cigarette.
"More, really?" I said reaching in the pocket again; my fingers came into contact with something else. I pulled it out and looked up at Justin. "You're kidding. You have to be kidding. Why would you get me a cell phone?"
"So you can call me. You're going to be gone until Christmas, then till Easter, then till June. I just want to be able to hear your voice." He said taking my hand and pulling me close to him. "I'm going to miss you."
"I'm going to miss you too. Thank you." I said leaning up and kissing him again.
"You're welcome. I can see your mom's looking for you. Better give me that cigarette." Justin said looking over my head.
"No way she won't see us over here." I said putting the phone and cigarettes back into the pocket. "I'm going to finish it."
We stood in silence while I finished my cigarette and listened to my mom calling my name. Finally I yelled back that I was coming and she went back inside. I dropped the cigarette butt on the ground and Justin squished it with the toe of his boot. We started to walk to my house again and stopped in front of the back gate.
"I don't want to let you go." Justin said pulling me close to him again.
"Me nether," I said wrapping my arms around his neck while he wrapped his around my waist. "I love you Justin."
"I love you too, Hermione." Justin said leaning down to kiss me. We kissed then hugged. "There probably waiting for you."
"Yeah well, screw them, I'm saying good bye to my boyfriend, who I won't get to see for a super long time." I said laying my head on his chest.
"Hermione!" My mom called out the back door.
"What?" I called back not moving.
"Your friend's dad is here."
"Be there in a minute." I called sighing. "I guess I have to go now."
"Yeah."
"I'll miss you." I said kissing him goodbye again. "Talk to you later?"
"Yeah I'll miss you too, I'll call you." He said with a smile.
I walked into the yard a waved goodbye one more time. When I walked into the kitchen my mother grabbed my arm.
"Hermione, I told you not to see that boy anymore." She said glaring at me, referring to the time she caught us having sex in my bathroom. Needless to say we haven't done it here since.
"I was just saying good bye." I said getting mad.
"Well good, he's not good for you anyways." She said thinking I had broken it off. "Any ways your friend's father is here."
"Ok, Thanks. I have to get my trunk." I said yanking my arm out of her grasp and storming up the stairs.
My trunk was all packed when I walked into my room. I placed the phone and cigarettes inside one of my shoes and closed the lid. I looked around my room making sure I didn't forget anything. Once I was sure I had everything I levitated my trunk out of my room and down the stairs.
I left my trunk by the front door with Crookshanks in his basket and walked into the living room. Mr. Weasley was sitting on the couch when I entered the living room, asking my father questions.
"And what does this thing do?" He asked picking up the remote control for the TV.
"Uh, well you use it to change the channels on the TV." My dad said looking flustered.
"Ah, ok. How does it work?"
"Hello Mr. Weasley." I said taking his attention off my dad.
"Ah, hello Hermione, all ready to go?" he asked setting down the remote and standing up, "Your father and I were just having a nice little chat."
"Yes we were." My dad said looking relieved he didn't have to answer any more questions.
"I see, well I'm all packet and my trunk is by the door." I said smiling. My parents didn't really like Mr. Weasley, but they put on a good face whenever he was around.
"And Crookshanks is in his cage?" My mom asked coming in from the kitchen.
"Yes he is." I said not looking at her.
"Good, good well I guess we better be off. Nice meting you again Mr., Mrs. Granger."
"You too," My mother said "Will we see you at Christmas Hermione?"
"Yeah, bye." I said picking up Crookshanks' basket.
"Good bye dear." My dad said
Mr. Weasley and I disapparated from the entry way and arrived outside the fence around the Weasley property.