A/N: Okay my first story... I wasnt going to submit it but my friends urged me too. I am most obviously not J.K Rowling She is alot cooler and more spectacular and richer than me. Im just playing with her wonderful characters.
Chapter One…A torrential thankyou
Hermione stood unmoving as people hurried passed her in and out of the rotating doors. The clouds above her head threatening to open up and leave her not only unemployed, but also drenched from head to toe.
She took her blue counterfeit Jimmy Choo heals off and sat down on the curb of downtown wizarding London, her mind racing as she contemplated what would come next.
"How did the supposed brightest which of my generation end up here!" She thought aloud.
"After all I did for those ungrateful pigs." She seethed
After the war ended Hermione had begun working for the Daily Prophet. It had always been a struggle for her to maintain her status there as she always wrote the truth; which of course no-one ever wanted to hear. All they wanted was juicy fallacies about the latest celebrities and for all to appear perfect in the wizarding world. But Hermione never gave up, and after five years the inevitable happened and she was sacked.
The heavens chose that moment to open up and a torrential downpour battered Hermione.
"Argh!" Hermione fumed.
She picked up her shoes and began to pull herself up from the curb when she lost her footing. In an instant she found herself falling towards the ground and just before impact a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist and saved her from being hit by oncoming traffic. Hermione was panting heavily and clung to the man. She looked up to see the too familiar silvery-grey eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"Granger?"
Hermione pulled herself to her feet and took a step backwards away from the man who tormented her as a girl.
"Malfoy! Why did you do that!"
"Well a simple 'Thanks for saving my life would have been adequate'." He smirked.
"I am quite capable of saving my own life thankyou! Besides I thought you would have been afraid of catching mudblood germs or something." Hermione said vehemently.
Draco's smirk was replaced with a sullen guilty look.
"I don't use that term anymore." He said
"Oh is there another term for it now?" She took another step back now, enraged.
"Granger!" Malfoy screamed and he plunged forward throwing Hermione off the road to the curb. It all happened so fast. A loud crash and screech was heard next as the car which was a split second away from colliding with Hermione struck Draco to the ground. In Hermione's rage she had not realised that she had been moving further out onto the road with every backwards step. A now motionless Draco Malfoy lay in the middle of the road because Hermione had been acting too pig-headed to realise what was happening.
"Malfoy!" Hermione screamed. She ran to his motionless body in the centre of the road.
"Malfoy please be alright!" She screamed panicking.
"Malfoy I'm sorry!" She pulled him into her lap and stared at his pale face, blood stained from a large open wound on the top of his head.
"Draco, please wake up." She whispered as she stroked the side of her saviours face.
Draco's eyes fluttered open momentarily before a loud groan was uttered from his mouth and he screamed in pain. Hermione sighed in relief that he was at least alive.
A/N: Okay how was that? I'm really gonna need help with this. If there is anything that makes no sense or you think you could help with please tell me!!! Thanks.