I do not own anything. J.K Rowling is a genius. How I wish I was her.

Hermione Granger.

That name causes the hairs on the back of Draco's neck stand. Oh how he loathed her. To be honest he was actually jealous of her. Having been grown up with a broken, abusive family, Draco craved for being loved. Being wanted. Being cared for.

Yeah he watched her alright. He watched the way her smile brightens up the whole room. He watched the way she smiles at everyone as she walks past them. She knows how to make their day. She knows what to say and what not to say. He has seen the way she babysits Ron and Harry. Idiots. They don't even deserve her love.

His heart always filled with envy as he watched her give attention to those two, help them in their homework, nag at them for eating ill-manneredly and most of all, and give them hugs and kisses on the cheek occasionally.

Draco always questions himself as to why he was always so mean to her. The reason was because Hermione never smiled at him. She never even talked to him. The only way he could make her look at him was by shooting insults at her direction. Sometimes he felt guilty when she tears up but insults were the only way he could make her notice him.

He liked the way she was so witty. She knew exactly how to reply his crude comments and that truly entertained him. His entertainment dies after a while when Potty and Weasel join in with their wands.

Every night, he wished he could let down his guard and go against his family, friends and blood status. He doesn't care about that shit. All he cared about now was being with Hermione. Just one more month and he could return to hogwards from this stupid holiday vacation.

Hermione scowled as she looked in the mirror. The scene that happened just a few hours ago at the king's cross station replayed in her head."You're so fat, if I and you were the last humans left on the earth, I would shag the nearest animal." That was what Draco had said to her before turning around and going his own way to spend his holidays.

She remembered her eyes tearing up and running to her dad's car without saying bye to her friends. He had done it this time. Every day every night day after day, he would tease her. She got so sick of it that she started ignoring him. She expected him to run out of steam and leave her alone but he became even more rude and obnoxious to her. Asshole.

That was it. She would show him. Who does she think he his? She'll be so pretty that she'll make him drool. Six weeks. That's all she needed.

Hermione sat on her bed, never taking her eyes off her reflection. Her eyes roamed around her body, stopping only on the tennis racket she was holding. She used to play tennis when she was young but stopped after she sprained her ankle when she was twelve. Now, freshly turned seventeen, she wants to lose weight by doing something she likes.

She was wearing black as black was the only slimming color that she felt comfortable wearing. She grabbed her sports bag and apparated to a seluded area behind the muggle sports hall. She looked around, making herself familiar with the place as she was going to go there three times a week.

Behind her, a faint pop caused her to turn around, wand at ready. She lowered her wand as she saw it was her childhood friend, Tessa. Tessa was so beautiful that it was hard for Hermione not to get jealous of her. Hermione was the blind one. Everyone knew that both Hermione and Tessa were equally beautiful.

Tessa had straight blonde hair, tanned skin and baby blue eyes that would melt any boy's heart. Hermione on the other hand, had curly dark brown hair that was until her waistline, extremely fair skin as she doesn't tan, she peels. Also she had exotic features that no common girl could ever compare. Her eyes were almond shaped, so dark that people could get lost in their beauty.

The only difference was that Tessa was stick thin with a figure to die for and Hermione well, was a little on the fat side. But she always felt like a giant next to Tessa.

Tessa was looking gorgeous in her tennis skirt and sleeveless athlete's shirt. Her hair was high in a ponytail and her face had just a hint of makeup. She sighed as she dragged her feet towards Hermione. Hermione had begged Tessa to come play with her on her first lesson. She didn't want to be alone and she needs time to make friends with her new coach.

Hermione smiled at Tessa gratefully and they walked into the sports hall. They were fifteen minutes early because they wanted to get to know the coach first. They heard that the coach was American. Being British, the girls were worried that their speech and thinking might clash.

They sat down at a table near the café to wait for him. Tessa was going on and on about how all the boys were too short for her. Hermione gave up trying to make her see sense.

"Do you think the coach would be weird, you know, being American and all?" asked Tessa.

"Yeah. I have a feeling that he's a mad Christian Fundamentalist who believes the earth is flat and was created on Tuesday the seventeen of March at half past four. A lot of Americans are funny that way. Or maybe he chews gum while snogging and wears Stars and Stripes boxers. "

The girls howled with laughter. Then, a cough behind them made their humor die on their lips. Standing behind them was a dark haired, brown eyed and an athlete's strong, lithe physique stood tall and confident. He was wearing a blue uniform shirt that said coach on it.

Hermione blushed furiously as she realized that the gorgeous guy standing there was their new coach. How long had he been standing there? Oh god, how much had he heard?

"Hi I'm Josh, your new coach. You must be Hermione' Josh said in a respectful but confident and friendly voice.

"Who's your friend? I thought I was coaching just one person. Is she just for today?" Josh asked.

Tessa mumbled something unintelligent. Hermione glanced at Tessa and grinned. Tessa was tongue-tied infront of a boy? That's something you don't see everyday. Josh, thinking that Hermione was smiling at him, gave Tessa a puzzled look and smiled warmly at Hermione.

They walked together to the court and Josh kept asking Hermione questions about her past experience in tennis. Tessa seemed to have snapped out of it and got back in the game. She kept on interrupting and kept smiling constantly at him. She kept on laughing at even the mildest of remarks Josh made.

Hermione raised her eyebrows at her. Tessa had not been this keen on getting a boys attention since well, Draco Malfoy. EurgH!! Draco Malfoy was the reason behind all of this. Hermione frowned at this thought.

"Did I say something wrong" Josh asked, noticing Hermione's frown. Hermione just shook her head and threw her bag down and ran to the court. Josh, seeing her enthusiasm, jogged to the court as well and signaled her to get ready.

Soon, they were tired and drenched in their sweat. They called it a day and carried their bags to make their way to home. Tessa and Hermione had given their numbers to josh and waved goodbye to him.

But josh smiled and called out to them and said:
"By the way Hermione, I'm not a religious fundamentalist or even a Christian. I don't own any Stars and Stripes boxes, I wear black one only. I do chew gum but I don't think I do it while snogging. What's snogging anyway? It is the same as making out?"

Hermione blushed and Josh and Tessa started laughing. Then he went off, smiling. Oh man did Hermione felt like astough her cheeks were on fire. After hugging Tessa, she apparated home and drew herself a hot bubble bath.

As she closed her eyes, she saw josh. Josh was so gorgeous that Hermione felt all giddy. She pictured Tessa and josh together, a heavenly match. Finally there was some guy who could be the second half for Tessa and not be overawed by her. She would be seeing Josh again at a club as Tessa suggested that they should hang out together. She so likes him. And tomorrow, they would meet at a club at seven sharp.