Disclaimer: er...yeah.....you know what goes here. i dont own HP and if i did it would be called "Draco Malfoy" so yeah....er...dont sue me..im broke.
Hermione Granger sat on beach over looking the ocean. There was a calmness about it that made her feel at peace. Her 6th year at Hogwarts had just ended 2 weeks ago, and her summer had already began to suck. Hermione's mother, Sarah Granger, had died in a plane crash the day before Hermione got home. All summer, her father has been blaming her for Sarah's death. He began going to the bar almost every night and coming home drunk. In his drunken state, he takes his anger out on Hermione, beating and yelling at her. Her only escape was watching the ocean and writing in her diary.
In the past 2 weeks, Hermione had changed a lot. She was no longer the bushy haired, buck toothed, know-it-all bookworm that she had been labeled for 6 years. She had tamed her wild, bushy brown hair. It now fell in soft ringlets down her back and it was no longer brown. She had dyed it black and added platinum blonde highlights. Her wardrobe had changed along with her attitude. She changed it to gothic/punk baggy pants and shirts. She wasn't the little girl that came to Hogwarts to prove herself anymore. She was all grown up. Even her curves proved the fact.
She was dreading going home because she knew her father would find any reason to make her life miserable. Hermione was so lost in thought that she didn't notice a rather battered looking boy limping down the beach.
The boy took a seat under a near by palm tree, watching Hermione. 'She looks oddly familiar' he thought to himself, but he couldn't remember who she was. He ran a hand through his platinum hair, removing it from his face. He looked closer at Hermione and noticed a fading bruise in the shape of a hand print on her neck. He wondered who would choke such a pretty girl. He was brought out of his thoughts when Hermione turned around and looked directly at him. He quickly looked away and hoped she didn't see him staring. He wasn't that lucky.
"Can I help you?" Hermione asked getting up and walking over to him. Her hair blew in the wind making her look like an angel to the boy.
"You can keep me company. I'm Draco Malfoy." The Slytherin prince said extending his hand to girl in front of him.
"I know who you are and I'm not staying any where near you." She replied acidly. Draco studied her face a little closer. His eyes widened as realization dawned on him.
"Granger?! What happened to you?!" Draco asked not sure if he meant her change or the bruise on her neck.
"My life is none of your business. Besides, why do you care? I'm just a mudblood. Not even worthy to walk the same Earth as the Almighty Malfoy." Hermione snapped back.
"I don't. I was just asking. You don't have to bite my head off," Malfoy said smoothly.
"Fuck off, Malfoy" Hermione spat his name like it was a foul taste in her mouth.
"Hmm, seems that our little Miss Granger has quite the temper on her, huh?"
"You don't know shit about me," With that said, Hermione turned and walked off. Once she was out of ear shot, Draco muttered, "Damn that girl is cute but moody as hell"