Our Place of Friendship- Chapter 1
A/N: Hi reader! This is my first time writing a Hermione/Draco fanfiction, so feel free to comment and criticize. This story is set NOT in the world of wizards(so will be all the sequels). Happy reading!
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"Mummy! Why can't you come to the playground with me?" Hermione whined. "Sorry, honey. But Mummy has got to make the apple pies." Hermione's mother replied apologetically. "Hermione dear, you are already eight. You are old enough to go to the playground by yourself." " But Mummy…" " No 'buts' dear. Now, shoo! Maybe you will find some new friends." Hermione's mother winked at her and closed the door without another word. Hermione sighed as she looked at her watch. She new her mother would take about three hours to make 60 mini apple pies for their pastry shop, so the earliest she could go back home was 12 noon. "Urghhhh. Might as well make the most of it." Hermione grumbled. She got onto her bicycle and cycled two blocks down the road to the neighborhood playground.
Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy was cycling down the opposite side of the street. His mother had chased him out of the house too because his father was having some important meeting with Uncle Severus. Draco huffed. He was already E-I-G-H-T. Wasn't he old enough to listen in on the adults' conversations? Draco shook his head as his blonde hair whipped in front of his eyes. He turned into the playground's parking lots. After he locked his bicycle up, he strolled into the playground, hands in his pockets and casually whistling a tune.
Hermione lo cked up her red bicycle. When she looked up, she was surprised to see a metallic green bicycle locked up around the next street lamp. "That's weird," Hermione thought. "On Saturday mornings, kids normally go over to each other's houses, except for me…and this kid." Hermione's mother was over-protective so she never approved of ANY parties or sleep-overs until Hermione turns ten. Then, Hermione jogged over to the swings. What she saw left her awe-struck.
Draco closed his eyes as he sat swinging, high in the air. His blonde hair flew all over his face. It wasn't really fun to be an only child. No siblings to play with. He never really saw anyone at the playground. Mainly because his millionaire father wanted him to attend home school, so he normally came to the playground on weekdays. As Draco was thinking about this, he suddenly sensed someone watching him…