A/N: Suddenly got the idea for this and had to write it. This doesn't mean I've stopped writing my other fanfic, because I haven't, I will be writing both. Anyway, enjoy 'Childhood Crushes'


But if I could set aside one day,
That I could hold forever
I would save the day that I met you.

: Lillian Axe - The Day I Met You


It was summer 1991. A young girl of eleven,with bushy brown hair dressed in a blue summer dress ran along the beach, a large book in her hand, her parents watching her from their picnic blanket. The girl's name was Hermione Granger. She seemed very ordinary to the others around her, but she infact was the complete oppisite-Hermione Granger was a witch.

She'd only found out just over a month ago, but had always suspected something, for she could do things no other child, or adult could do, such as make her books go back into place if they fell off her bookshelf, by simply just looking at them. She'd constantly ask her parents if these things were normal and they'd always tell her that it wasn't and would worry about their young daughter, since they had no magic powers and had never heard of the Wizarding World until an owl delievered a letter, announcing Hermione's acceptance to a magical school called Hogwarts, thus confirming her magical abilities and the fact she was a witch.

Hermione was simply over the moon, as were her parents, though they were slightly shocked at first. Hermione was also relieved to know that there were others like her out there and a school for them, a school to learn more magic. There was a list attached to the acceptance letter, of things Hermione must get for her education at Hogwarts, including a wand, which Hermione was most excited about, even more excited than the list of books she was told to buy. She had to get it from a place called Diagon Alley, which neither Hermione or her parents had heard of before.

They found the place, despite this and after a slightly confusing operation of transforming their so called Muggle money into the money witches and wizards used, Hermione got all of her things she needed for her first year at Hogwarts. She loved having her uniform fitted and couldn't hold in her excitement when she finally got her wand. In Flourish and Blotts, the bookshop, which Hermione could of spent hours in, she purchased all of the books needed and also a book called 'Hogwarts a History', which was a treat from her parents. Not long after that, the Granger family went on holiday, to a seaside town they visited every year.

Hermione couldn't put Hogwarts a History down and always took it with her, everywhere they went, including the beach, which is where she was now, running by the shore, sand between her toes, looking for a quiet, secluded spot to read her book in. Halfway down the beach, she came across a series of concerate archways, attached to a number concrete rooms which all linked together, creating small,sandy, sheltered rooms,the perfect place for Hermione to relax and read her,,now favourite,book.

She entered the archway closest to her and sat down inside, back against the concrete wall. She opened her book, to the mid pages and began to read, becoming lost in her own little book world, not noticing the blonde, pale faced boy, two arches down from her.


He could understand why they'd come here-a place full of muggles, when his parents had always been so against wizarding and muggle families socialising. He was told not to even associate with muggle borns, or mudbloods, as they were always refered to. Still, it was nice here and was supposed to be a celebration for him getting accepted into Hogwarts, though his father had wanted him to go to Durmstrang, but his mother persuaded him otherwise, because she disliked the idea of him having his education over seas.

They went down to the beach that day, standing out from the others around them, due to the way they were dressed, which anyone would consider way to formal for a beach. He felt silly for this and envied the other children around him, dressed in light summer clothing and in some cases,swimwear.

'Father? May I go and play?'

'Play? No, Draco, you may not play.' his father told him, sternly.

Draco scowled. Why did his family have to be so strict, he didn't understand.

'And stop pulling faces, boy!' Lucius Malfoy scolded 'The sooner you start at Hogwarts, the better. Of course you'll be in Slytherin, which will straighten you out.'

Draco looked at his mother, Narcissa ,putting on a sad face, in hopes she'd give in and give him permission to play, which usually worked. But this time was different.

'You heard your father, Draco.' she said, firmly 'Now, stay with us and don't pay attention to the muggles.'

'Yes, mother.' he said, glumly as he continued to stroll down the beach with his parents, carefully watching the muggles and thinking about how different and odd they were. He also continued watching the other children, feeling jealous that they were allowed to, well, be a child.

'Why do we have to walk amonst these muggles anyway?' Draco asked his parents.

'To get to our holiday manor, Draco.' Lucius said, without even looking at his son.

Draco nodded, still feeling silly. He noticed several muggles staring and felt his cheeks turning pink. If only he could somehow find a way to run away from his parents and make it go un-noticed. He looked around and spotted some concrete arches on the other side of the beach. They looked like a good place to hide. Draco looked up at his parents, who were now walking a few steps in front of him and in deep conversation, before looking back at the archways. He waited until his parents were a reasonable distance in front of him, before making a dash for it, running as fast as he could towards the archways. Once he was inside one of the arches, he sunk to the ground, catching his breath, before grinning to himself. He'd done it. He'd run away and now he could have a good time.

He took off his jacket, shoes and socks before rolling up his sleeves and trousers. He also ruffled his hair slightly so that it wasn't so neat and to blend in with the other children. Draco soon began to play in the sand with his hands and amused himself by doing this for at least ten more mintutes, before he heard the faint sound of someone's footsteps nearby and immediatly stopped. He hoped it wasn't his parents, he'd be in so much trouble. But when he looked to his right, he saw it was a girl, who looked about the same age as him, walking into the space two arches up from him. She hadn't noticed him at all, for she sat down and opened a large book, which looked oddly familiar to Draco.

He watched her reading her book, the sea breeze lightly rippling through her messy brown hair, before he got up and started making his way over to her. However, he stopped halfway and thought to himself.

'Draco, what are you doing? She's most likely a muggle and Father and Mother said...'

But then Draco smiled as he thought 'Who cares? I don't care what they say, I need some company and she looks like she could be a good person to spend some time with.'

He continued walking over to the girl, who still hadn't noticed him.


A shadow formed over Hermione's book and she felt presence behind her. She turned her head and saw a boy standing there, staring down at her. He had pale skin, light blonde hair, which looked like it was supposed to be neat, but had became messy and cool grey eyes. He was dressed in a formal shirt and trousers, which he had rolled up and his feet were bare.

'Um..hello.' Hermione said, shyly.

'Hello.' he said back as he sat down beside her. Hermione stared at him.

'Who..who are you?' she asked, gaining an uneasy feeling in her stomach when their eyes met, of which, she was unsure of the cause.

'Draco Malfoy.' he said, rather proudly 'And you?'

'H-hermione Granger.' Hermione said, quietly.

'Pleasure to meet you.' he said, with a smile, sticking out his right hand for Hermione to shake. Hermione closed her book before taking his hand and shaking it, skin tingling at his touch. This made Hermione pull her hand away. Draco gave her a funny look before his eyes fell upon her book. His heart jumped when he saw 'Hogwarts a History' written across the front. She was a witch!

'No way.' he said, under his breath.

'What?' Hermione asked him.

'You're from the Wizarding world too!' he said, in a low voice, to ensure the muggles nearby wouldn't hear him.

Hermione's heart leapt.

'You have magic powers too?'