Full Summary
Hermione and Draco are sent to Laguna Beach, California by the Order to spend their summer together. In a muggle neighborhood. No witches and wizards anywhere near them. All this madness (In Hermione and Draco's words) is the idea of Professor Dumbledore. He thinks this will bring the two closer and eventually become friends. Ever since Draco has switched sides and joined the Order Hermione and Draco never got along while everyone else had already accepted him. Of course this whole plan is only to get the two to be friends but what happens when it slowly turns into something more? How will they react to each other? Read on to find out!
Hey guys! Just a little inside details on the story. The war is over, Voldemort is dead, ALL Deatheaters are either in Azkaban or dead, Dumbledore never died. He is still well and alive. Oh and this is the summer after their seventh year. So they're all of age and graduated. Anyways I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own anything. J.K Rowling owns everything. (That lucky woman!)
Hermione sighed as she reluctantly walked into the beautiful beach house. It most certainly was beautiful and she was on a somewhat 'vacation' that she of course wanted to live up and have fun with. Only if it weren't for the presence of another. One that she wasn't too fond with. Draco Malfoy out of all the people in the world. She sighed once again as she dropped all her mounds of bags to the floor with a pretty loud thud.
She walked around slowly taking in her surroundings and making sure Malfoy wasn't there trying to pull a prank on her already. After a moment of looking around in what seemed to be the living room a small pop came from behind her. She turned around, wand at the ready. Only to be met with a small screech and cry of apologies.
"We sorry, Miss. Please do not punish me and Dobby, Miss" a terrified cry said from behind the couch. She walked around and saw two crouched house elves. Hermione put her wand away and smiled sweetly as she kneeled in front of them.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! It's just that you frightened me. I'm sorry it's all right. I won't hurt you," she said mentally kicking herself from being so stupid. It was just a small pop after all.
"'Tis' all right Miss. No need to be sorry. It is us needs to say sorry for frightening you, Miss. I is Winnie and this is Dobby," Winnie said.
"Miss Hermione!" Dobby exclaimed looking up for the first time.
"Dobby! How are you doing?" she asked just as excited to see him.
"I is doing great, Miss! What can we do for you, Miss?" he replied.
"Er... well could show me where my room is? I'm pretty tired and want to rest" she said.
"Of course, Miss! I will show you where your room is and Dobby will bring all you stuff there. You have nothing to worry about" Winnie piped in just as excited.
"Thanks!" she said following Winnie upstairs and through a corridor in front of a room that had a gold plaque that had 'Hermione Granger' on it in very fancy writing.
She walked in after Winnie and took a good look at the room and Draco was forgotten. She didn't care if he was going to be here with her. She was damn well going to have fun. She walked over to the glass sliding door that lead to a balcony. She walked out and gasped at the view that met her eyes. It was a beautiful scenery of the beach and the sunset. She walked back in and saw that Winnie and Dobby were already unpacking her stuff and organizing it into the walk-in closet.
"Oh thanks guy but it's fine I'll do that myself" she said.
"No needs, Miss. We are here to help you" Winnie replied with a smile.
"Well, thanks but you've helped me more than enough already. Really it's fine I'll finish that up. Thank you again" she said.
"If yous sure, Miss Hermione. No need for 'thank yous' here, Miss. Just call if you need anything" Dobby said.
"I will. Bye" she said and with that the elves left with another pop.
Hermione sighed knowing no matter how much she wanted to enjoy this summer vacation. Especially since she was at the beach in America. There was no chance in hell that Malfoy would let her. She untucked her bed covers and jumped into its comfort and immediately fell asleep, not even bothering to change her clothes.
The next morning Hermione woke up with a slight crack in the curtains to the balcony. She sat up and looked around wondering where she was. Then she was hit with the memory from two nights ago.
"He has to what! I have to what!" Hermione's screech could be heard through out the whole Grimmauld Place.
"Hermione calm down" said a very calm Remus Lupin.
"Calm down! How the bloody hell do you expect me to calm down after what you just asked me to do!" she continued to screech.
"Hermione just hear us out for a moment" Lupin continued and looked at Mad-Eye Moody for some help.
"Granger I know how much you hate the bloody git but this is for both your own good. This isn't final or anything just temporary" Moody growled. Moody wasn't mad or anything of the sort but to Hermione and ... well everyone it just seemed like Moody was always growling. No matter how he felt. And Hermione had missed the part where he said that it was good for her and Malfoy.
Hermione picked up her chair from the ground, which had fallen when she angrily shot up like her behind was on fire. She then sat down and breathed a couple of times trying to will her mind and nerves to calm down for just a while but all that ran through her head was that Moody, Lupin and the rest of the Order has suddenly needed a reservation at St. Mungos for total insanity.
"All right that's better. Look Hermione we know how much you hate Draco Malfoy but this action is needed. It's best for both of you--" Lupin said glad that he had calmed down.
"Best for both of us! Have you gone mad!" she interrupted the deed of calming her nerves long forgotten. "Well, of course you've gone mad! And you want to take me with you!" she muttered to herself.
"Yes! It's the best for both of you!" Lupin continued willing himself not to lose his patience.
"How exactly is it the best for us? Exactly how do you define the word 'best'? If your looking for a way to make me totally insane over the summer ... then yes it is the best way but otherwise I think I need to accompany you and the rest of the Order to the 'Mentally challenged' section of St. Mungos. Voldemort is dead and all of his Deatheaters are in Azkaban or are dead. What exactly are you keeping us safe from?" she said still angry.
"We are not mad. And we're keeping you safe from... er... well ... each other," Lupin said.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean every single one of us knows just how much you two hate each other and are about to kill each other. Look Harry, Ginny, most of the Weasley's have accepted him. The other's that haven't accepted him at least don't bicker with him every bloody second your in the same place together," he answered.
"Well, that's not my fault! He's the one that always gets on my throat!" she said innocently.
"Yes, yes, yes, I know. Well, this will hopefully somehow get you two closer to each other" he said getting a little uncomfortable knowing the end wasn't going to be that good. And Moody just sat there, interested in how Hermione was going to react to this. Even though he already knew.
"Who the bloody hell thought of this damn plan!" she asked wanting a straight answer as to who she needed to hex and curse like her bloody life depended on it. Which by the way it did. Well, at least that's what it seemed like to her.
"Dumbledore" he said feeling a bit more confident yet angry that Dumbledore made him do this instead of doing it himself.
"What!" she screamed her face getting redder by the second.
"Yeah well ... yeah. Listen Hermione the Order knows that neither one of you wants this and we don't either," he explained.
"So why are you going to make me! Professor Dumbledore?" she yelled still not being able to understand why Dumbledore wanted this.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore" Lupin answered.
"Why? What have I ever done to him to deserve this?" she asked while thinking of all the years she's known Dumbledore and if any of them explained why she was being punished.
"I can see you have told her of my plan, Remus" said a gentle, calm voice from the door behind Hermione. She turned around to be met by the twinkling eyes of Dumbledore.
"Yes, I have, Albus" Lupin replied with a wave of relief that he didn't need to continue this.
"Thank you, Remus. As to answer your question Ms. Granger. You have never done anything to me. This is not a punishment. Simply another try at getting you and Mr. Malfoy to get along. The war may be over but the Order will still be working together and you and Mr. Malfoy are our two most knowledgeable members," he explained taking a seat at the head of the long table of Grimmauld Place's 'dining room'.
"We get along perfectly fine, Professor," Hermione lied.
Dumbledore smiled, "I may not be here very often but I know just how well your relationship with Mr. Malfoy is."
"Does Malfoy know about this plan," she asked less furious but still willing to do anything to stop this 'temporary plan' to come into place.
"No. Not yet we will be talking to him soon. We just thought of telling you first," Moody growled.
Hermione sighed. Arguing with them wouldn't have done anything and she was tired as hell so she decided to give up. For now. She wouldn't let this happen without a fight.
"Fine... I'm going to bed. Good night, Professors," she said getting up and heading out the door.
Hermione groaned and checked the time on the clock on her bedside table. 7:33. It was still early. But she knew she wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. As tired as she was waking up really early and going to bed late everyday with the Order she was now wide awake. She slowly got out of bed and got into the shower. Once she was ready for the day it was already 9:07. She walked out of her room and walked down stairs to into the kitchen, hoping that Malfoy was still asleep.
Once she pushed open the kitchen door she was met with an awful sight. Yes. The one and only Draco Malfoy reading the newspaper. She stifled a groan and decided to make a try to accomplish this 'closer relationship' deal. But it didn't take a genius to know that that would never happen. But she tried anyway.
"Good morning Mal--Draco" she said with a forced sweet smile. At least she hoped was a sweet smile and not a smile of an insane maniac about to murder someone.
"Well, well, well it's Granger. What a surprise. You know I always knew that Dumbledore was an old crackhead but now with this plan of his. I have proof," he said not once looking up from his newspaper.
Hermione stopped herself from scowling, "He is not an old crackhead! He just so happens to be the most brilliant wizard ever! But yes I do have to agree with you that it appears he has gone quite mad with this plan," she said.
Oh my god! I've been here with him for less than five minutes and already I'm agreeing with him! By the time the summer is over I will be as insane as the Order has gotten, she thought.
"Wow, you actually agree with me...for once," he replied as he looked up completely shocked.
"This is going to be a hell of a long summer," she muttered to herself as she searched the kitchen for some breakfast.
"Yes, it is" Malfoy muttered back.
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