BEACH HOUSE

A/n: I do not own Harry Potter. This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction and I am only twelve years old. Bear with me for any of my mistakes. Please read and then review! I deeply appreciate feedbacks. Thank you…

BEACH HOUSE

CHAPTER 1

THE BEACH HOUSE…

I wish that you were candy, wrap you with my body
Girl I'll take my time to savor your favor.
I wish that you were candy; I'd save some for later
Nothing would taste better than you to me.

Candy Store by Billy Crawford

"I have run out of chocolates… buy me one—no… loads." He said and closed the door of the fridge.

"Evil conniving little f—"

"What're you waiting for, go on! Watch that attitude, Granger…"

I need to go out of this place! Ugh, he's so insufferable!

As soon as he said so, she threw the dirty rag she was holding to the pail of filthy water since she was cleaning the floor. She slammed the door and swore loudly.

"You might want to watch your tongue too, Mudblood!" He chuckled softly and plopped himself down in a soft couch. He moved until he found a comfortable position and took the remote control near him. "Hmmm… What's this?—GRANGER!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.

As soon as he said so, (again) Hermione Granger, in a very foul mood, arrived in front of him with a furious face, "What!"

"What's this?" He asked innocently and afterwards smiled evilly. He was very pleased at her behavior—she was mighty pissed!

Hermione didn't want him to be satisfied but she did her best on keeping her temper but she was enough of it. 24 hours of torture, Good Lord… "Oh for Merlin's sake, I was half way to the store and then I hear you shout like the house is on fire and here I am, running as fast as I can and you're going to ask what a remote control is!" Tears were welling in her tears. Yes, and she was lying too… "Malfoy, you foul evil—ugh!" She groaned and threw the plastic she was holding to Draco's chest which broke the silence between them, but still… nobody said anything.

Draco Malfoy, looked at her like he was staring on the wall while she looked from everywhere to him with a tired and pissed expression, hands on her hips.

"Since you stepped in my doorstep and rang the doorbell yesterday, you have been making me work nonstop!" She shouted or was it really quiet around the house? "What do you think I am… a house elf?" She immediately remembered her project when she was younger, S.P.E.W. and was about to talk about it, but no, this isn't the time to talk about it. "And have you ever read the papers? It says I own this house too!" She was at the bottom of the stairs and she turned to look at him at the living room.

He still sat at the couch and still looking at the remote control which he threw a while ago as soon as it overcame him that it was something about Muggles, ("Filthy little muggles…") but he was listening Hermione very well. "I think… I should ask you that, Granger… or have you forgotten?" He smirked even though he knew she wasn't looking. He was very confident and knew well Hermione really forgot about this seeing her face as she went upstairs.

She went inside her room and started packing her things quickly. She didn't bother reply for he knew what he was talking about.

Damn it! How could I?

He waved the plastic bag above him like it was some kind of very interesting and nice toy, "My half of this house is sixty percent while yours is only forty and I have every right to—"

"You don't have the right to boss me around!" She was now pulling trunk with Crookshanks following close behind it. She wasn't thoroughly thinking. "And I was so stupid to believe your little lies!" Yes, she was… she believed the owing of their fathers thing and she was supposed to do his bidding.

Stupid little cockroach!

Draco ignored her last sentence. "And you have forgotten something, Granger…again…" He chuckled. "Good gracious, Granger… I thought you—"

"You only have thought about it, Malfoy!" She opened the door but paused turning to him. "I'm not that perfect—nobody is—and you know that!"

"Your father owed something to my father, I believe… and since your father died… it's you who is going to fulfill it."

She slammed the door behind her and swore loudly.

His final words echoed through her mind. Draco Malfoy was wiser than she thought and she was being an idiot…

Hermione Granger sat on one of the green rusted benches on ones corner of the playground not far from the house. Her hair was covering part of her face and she looked like a monster, especially with the gloomy place around her… She quickly grabbed a clip inside her bag and clipped her hair. She calmed herself down and stared blankly on space and thought…

It was a cold winter afternoon; the sky's hue was from midnight blue to light yellow. The sun was sinking and replaced by the moon so fast. The hooting and humming of the birds were so distant that it made Hermione remembered she was all alone now… The winds kept passing by and it was becoming cooler…

She embraced herself more tightly as it was being colder and colder. Sure, it really is winter…

Hermione Granger is 21 years old. It has been 4 years since she left Hogwarts and she lived at a wonderful beach house in Periwinkle Street and she was contented…

Life was easy and simple for her although she knew she was not very rich and couldn't buy everything she wanted… only what she needed. She has been working as an Auror and a dance instructor as a hobby and part-time job.

Life has been great and fun…

Only until one day, (yesterday), Draco Malfoy came in front of her doorstep with some legal papers in hand…

The paper says Draco Malfoy owns 60 percent of the beach house's lot while Hermione only owns 40 percent.

Of course, Hermione was astounded and furious. She has been living here at the beach house for all of her life and… how come?

Draco Malfoy explained a story which also rang a bell in Hermione…

Almost 30 years ago, Hermione's father was living life contented near the beach house. He fancied the house like any other children in town…

They say the beach house was very magnificent and wonderful, not like any other beach house in town…

Some even said it was almost magical…

One wizard owned the beach house and visited every now and then…

And muggles inhabiting the rest of the town didn't know…

It was a Malfoy…

Stuart Granger, a young lad saw him once and knew him as a fine man, he would help him all the times even though the man didn't say so…

The Malfoy found him very nice and helpful…

Stuart started living there and maintained the house while the Malfoy was away. When he came back, he bought not only presents for the young man but also the Malfoy's wife and son.

The family was fond of him and treated him right and just…

During those many years, the Malfoy family treated him like a part of the family, they went away again entrusting him with the house…

Years passed by and Stuart had a wife , a knock on the door came and hoping it was the Malfoy, a lot of Death Eaters and an angry Voldemort came looking for the old Malfoy. Clueless of whatever is happening and whoever was there, one thing was certain in Stuart, he was afraid and these people are dangerous and ready to kill.

Voldemort was about to kill the Granger family until someone, whom Stuart recognized by his voice as the old Malfoy's son, said to spare their lives for they are of only townspeople taking care of the house. Voldemort hesitated but the Malfoy's son it's not necessary so off they went.

The Granger family was grateful but the Malfoy's son didn't talk to them…

After that, a man came handing them with legal papers… a deed from the old Malfoy. He has died a couple of years ago… which was the year the Granger's lives were spared…

Voldemort killed him…

"Having fun?"