AN: Hey! This is my first fanfic, it's a roleplay with Mike (from dennisnmike), so please be gentle, and constructive critism is welcome! Don't forget to thank her too. The bold is mike and the regular writing is me (brooklynsam3). Enjoy! :)

The characters are JK Rowling's, so no copyright infringement intended. ONLY the plot and any original character (that I may add) are mine.

It was a beautiful summer day. The clouds were nowhere in sight, just the sun shinning brightly. If you looked closely enough you could see a little girl around six sitting next to a big tree that casted a big shade over the playground. She was reading a book beyond her year. While the other little kids played she read. The little girl's name was Hermione Jane Granger. She has waist length medium brown hair, honey-brown eyes, tanned completion, thin and tall for her age. Her parents are successful dentists, even though they are wealthy her parents still taught her morals. Hermione paused from reading her favorite book Becoming Rosemary by Frances Wood.

She looked around at the other little kids playing together and she wondered how it was like to have a friend and play all day long until they were exhausted. But all they saw was a know-it-all bookworm who was bossy. They didn't care to get to know the real her; the kind, caring, and courageous girl that she was. She never had the intention to be seen as bossy and a know-it-all, she just likes to learn without interruptions. Now she uses that mask to cover up for her true feelings of sadness and loneliness. That's when she saw him. The cutest boy she had ever seen sitting on the swing.

Draco Malfoy sat on the swing in a fairly populated playground, not swinging, just sitting. His parents would find it inappropriate to know he was here in a Muggle park, even if he wasn't partaking in the strange Muggle games of 'Tag' and 'Hide-and-go-seek' (which, as far as he could tell, had absolutely nothing to do with seeking).

His tutor (who was not a Pure-blood, as no Pure-blood would lower themselves to the task of tutoring a child of merely six years) saw no problem with bringing the pale child into the bright, cheery park, surely thinking it would tan his skin that she thought to be a sickly tone. The Malfoys had not forbade this, as they could not understand the draw of non-magical people, never suspecting the woman they paid so highly to bring their susceptible darling to see the beasts.

So it was that a proud, Pure-blood child of the fairest ivory skin and white-blond hair came to rest on a swing. Draco had seen another boy sitting just where he was, but the boy had been having fun. He had been moving somehow, Draco guessed his parents had spelled the device into working, but he did not know how to operate it by himself.

"Go!" He told it sternly, wondering if it was set to work on command like his toy broom would jump into his hand. Draco pouted stormily as this attempt also failed. This was not fun. His tutor had promised him fun if he finished his posture lessons early, and he had, but not knowing the children and having no knowledge of the intricacies of manual labor, he could find no way to enjoy the playground.

Giving up, he hopped off the swing to the bark and dirt below, grimacing as it brushed his shoes and clung to his play-trousers' legs. Deciding he'd had enough of all the wood chunks, he strode casually and carefully into the grass, surveying the area and finding his tutor sitting on a bench, reading a novel.

Shade fell across his face, given to him by a large tree. Draco was intrigued by the girl beneath it, who was also not playing. Perhaps she did not know the secret of the swings, either.

"Hello, Miss." He greeted, unsure of her status. If he knew her last name he could probably tell if he could boss her about, but at the moment he decided it was safer just to be polite. "You seem to be . . ." Draco paused. She seemed to be quite alone under a tree with nothing but a book. Her clothes were nothing special, her hair was rather bushy in its chocolate brown hues, and he was now uncertain about what to comment on. "Having fun." His tone was almost questioning as he raised a pale brow in a trademarked Malfoy look, imperious, yet quizzical.

Not positive this conversation would get him anywhere, he took the direct route. "Do you know how to work that?" He asked, pointing to the swing he had been sitting in while giving it a small scowl.
Hermione had been pretending to be reading when she noticed the boy walking to her. When he started talking she was looking at him with interest because she didn't think that anyone would approach her because of her bookworm ways. When she finally registered what he was asking her, she looked at him questioningly because he didn't know how to play on a swing. She thought that maybe he lived somewhere that didn't have swings, or maybe he never had one. After a few seconds she said in a gentle tone: "All you have to do is sit on the swing and push yourself front and back with your feet. Do you want me to teach you?" She looked at him wating for his reply, she was secretly hoping that he would say yes since she never had any friend or anybody period to play with.

Draco was ready to scoff. A Malfoy did not need to be taught by someone of questionable blood! He looked back to the swing, rather unsure, and thought about how very much he would like using it. "If you wouldn't mind." He allowed.

Perhaps it would not be as horrible as she made it sound. Pushing with his legs? Could be something like riding a broom, where one had to move it airborn before it would work to their command. It did not occur to him that he should lower his hand to her, offer her help up as he was forcing her to help him, so he stood, waiting. He sniffed indignantly for the show of it.
She smiled, "I don't mind." Unsure of what to do next she stood up and asked him to follow her. While they where waling to the swings she suddenly had the urge to ask him a lot of questions like what's his name, where he's from, and anything else that came into her mind. But she settled for just asking his name. For some reason she was nervous so she hesitated, 'why am I being so nervous I just need to know his name so I can properly speak to him. So here goes.'

"What's you're name, I have never seen you here before?" She look at him so she could see his face properly, and she noticed that he had his face in the shape of smirk just like he had when he approached her.

A blond brow rose at her unsubtle question. Purebloods were almost always subtle. "Draco Malfoy." He told her simply, loving the way it rolled from his tongue. He was very proud of his name.

Quickly he glanced her way, looking for some sort of reaction. At the sound of his name he would usually see respect or awe, it earned his followers and people he pretended were his friends. "Yours?" Draco's tone was still polite, but his manor rapidly turned aggressive. The swing was close now; he wanted to get answers before becoming distracted. Would he still play with her if she wasn't pure? His father wouldn't approve.
She saw him look at her for a reaction. She did not understand why, but she liked the name. She also wondered why he sounded a bit aggressive when all she was doing was asking what his name was. "My name is Hermione Granger. Your name means dragon in Latin doesn't it?" she said in a know-it-all manner. She looked at him innocently yet showing him that she was not one to be messed with.

Draco's mind automatically searched his memories for any mention of a 'Granger' family. He couldn't remember one, but she surprised him pleasantly at knowing the origin of his name. "Yes, it does. Don't call me 'Dragon', though." He ordered warningly. His Aunt Bella used to do it when making fun of him, and once Pansy Parkinson had heard it and decided to tease him with it also. "I like my name the way it is, Miss Granger."

He also quite liked the chocolate color of her eyes, it reminded him of the cakes his nanny used to make him on his birthdays and the candies his mother made daily. But of course, he wouldn't tell her that. They were now in front of the swing, and he stared at it dubiously. "Could you show me now?" Draco asked, hoping it would be quite easy to learn, though he was rather intelligent.
She laughed a little when he warned her about not calling him dragon. "I won't." she said. She was surprised when he said Miss Granger, nobody ever said that unless they were a teacher of an adult, even though she was surprised she thought it was cute when he was being a gentleman. She thought that he had the most beautiful bluish-grey eyes. Of course she would never admit that because she was afraid he might think that she was crazy and run away.

"Sure, you could call me Hermione." she said. "Let me show you will I do it. First you sit on the swing, then you dig your heel a little bit into the ground so you can push your self hard, and lastly you push yourself with your heel, back and repeat that every time you're about to go back. And to go faster your just push harder." After she told him she got off and motioned for him to try it. She looked at him hoping she didn't loose him while she was giving him that speech.

Draco thought about this for a second, then about how he had seen the other children do it. He nodded bravely, balancing easily. "Thank you, Mi- . . . Hermione." He said, smiling. He shoved back, almost unseated by the movement, then the swing fell forward just a bit. Draco repeated the motion, thinking he was getting it right.

It was strange to him that she let him so easily use her given name. He hadn't been invited to do such, nor had he wanted to with any of his other followers. Draco heard that friends called each other by first name, and he knew siblings did (his mum called his aunt 'Bella' and his aunt called her 'Cissy' and 'Cissa'). Maybe she wanted to be friends?

He decided to go for the direct approach, just as she had for his name. "Would you like to be friends?"
He looked really nice when he smiled, it suited him nicely. She had to bite the inside of her mouth because she was about to laugh out loud when he nearly fell. That would have been mean if she did too. She noticed that he was learning fast and she liked that idea because it meant that she could have a good conversation with him.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard him ask her if the wanted to be friends. She smiled and then replied, "Yes." Yay! She was so happy that she wanted to run around the playground because she now had a friend. Now when she went home and her parents said what happened in school she could tell them that she made a friend.

Draco's smile widened, he had a friend. Maybe one that he could talk to like his father did, in secret. He was sure they talked of important things.

Secret. The word itself carried so much meaning within pureblood families that strove to hide things about themselves at all times. Prophecies some long-dead relative wrote. Books of arts no longer practiced. A way that was forgotten except to them, a way never to be understood by any outsiders. Draco had no real secrets, none that were his own . . . But he'd like to get some, and he'd like to share them with a special friend.

Perhaps Hermione would be that friend. The day had gone considerably better than he had thought upon coming to the park, this was the kind of happiness he'd thought to experience when his tutor made him study for it.
When Hermione was in bed last night she was thinking about how here day went. She had a lot of fun with Draco. After school had finished she was picked up by her mom, she was so excited to tell her parents about Draco. A little too excited because her mom had to tell her to slow down. When Hermione told her parents they were happy for her because they noticed that she was a little withdrawn with the kids in school. Well that's what the teacher told them.

Hermione was thinking so much that sleep was coming fast so her brain could have a break. she was slowly drifting off to sleep.

Dream

Hermione was reading (as usual) under the big tree in the playground when Draco came by to play with her. She saw that he was upset, she didn't know why. So she asked him. "What's wrong Draco?" She looked at him with concern in her eyes. "Nothing." said Draco. "Well something must be wrong because you're upset. So why don't you tell me to see if telling me will make you feel better." she asked a little impatiently.

He ignored her and started walking away. She was heartbroken because he didn't trust her enough to tell her anything. When she tried to run after him it was as if she were running in the same spot and couldn't get anywhere.

End Dream

She woke up in the middle of the night crying because she didn't understand what her dream meant and she really wanted to know. She just hoped that it was just a dream and will never actually happen to her. After that sort of comforting thought she fell asleep again.

Draco sat at a silent dinner table, waiting permission to begin his meal, the first course already lain out in all its magnificence. He looked to his father, who stared back at him.

"What have you learned today, Draco?" He asked, his voice low and searching.

He was already sitting quite straight, but straightened further. "Correct posture and I am still studying in my French, Father." Draco told him, smiling.

"Don't do that. Get that look off your face, it's weak." His father told him. "I can read every single thought in your mind when you allow it. Obviously you've learned nothing."

Lucius Malfoy had not had as good a day as his son, it seemed. He was working himself into a rage at that very moment.

"Darling, Lucius . . ." Narcissa Malfoy called, trying for his attention and to save Draco from a punishment she didn't think him deserving of.

"No. You'll go without dinner and practice keeping your thoughts from your face." He told Draco. "I will not be put to shame by your inability to keep anything to yourself any longer. You're not a child."

"Lucius, he's only six years-" She reasoned again. She was quite happy with her child's progressive learning and did not mind his loving smiles.

"HE IS A PUREBLOOD AND WILL SHOW IT PROPERLY!" Lucius bellowed.

Draco sat, stony-faced, waiting until he was given another order and trying not to cry.

"You're scaring him!" Narcissa shrieked back.

"If you can tell that then he is FAILING! He is my heir and I won't have you weakening him. Go to your room, Draco, until you're a suitable Malfoy."

With that demand to be met, he slid from his chair and walked to his room, falling onto his bed and thinking of how he wished to be back in the park with Hermione.

He fell asleep, and with the thought of brown eyes and wild hair in his mind's eye, he dreamed of her. Vague dreams of laughing that turned into a nightmare of sobs and screams. He woke up in tears, praying to Merlin he'd never hear such a terrifying sound again.

Unsettled as he was, Draco eventually fell into another, restless sleep.
BEEP! BEEEEP! BBEEEEEEEPP!

Hermione woke up the next day with a heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach. The weather outside didn't help her mood either since it was pouring rain and was dark. She got up and went to her bathroom, when she finished she went to her dresser and picked out a pair of baby blue shorts and a white tank top, then she brushed and put her hair in a messy ponytail.

"Hermione, please come down for breakfast!" her mother called from the bottom of the stairs.

"Be there in a minute!" said Hermione.

Hermione was walking down the stairs to the kitchen when she heard her mom singing along with Kat DeLuna's Whine Up. "Mom! I didn't know you knew that song let alone sing it. You sounds great!" Hermione said.

"Well of course I know the song, I'm not that old. And thank you honey." Hermione's mom said. Then kissed her daughters forehead.

"So what's for breakfast?"

"Eggs, bacon, and French toast."

"Yay! My favorite! Can I get two eggs, two bacons, and two toasts, thank you." said Hermione.

"Sure sweetheart. Just set the table so you, me and your father can eat together." Hermione's mom said.

"Okay." said Hermione.

"Good morning Jane, Hermione." said Hermione's father.

"Good morning." Hermione and her mom said at the same time.

After they finished their breakfast Hermione went back to her room so she could finish re-reading her favorite book.

Draco woke, shivering. He'd shed his covers in his sleep while tossing about. Something had woken him, and it wasn't the storm brewing outside.

"Draco?" A soft voice called again.

"Yes, Mother?" He sat up, confused as to why she was waking him and worried.

"Your father would like to see you, darling." She told him, opening his door and taking a gingerly step into the large room.

"Yes, Mother." He replied, trying to keep from trembling. Draco hated upsetting his father.

"You must not allow him to see you afraid." Narcissa warned, sitting on the edge of his bed and stroking his hair. She smiled to him, the smile she normally gave when she was trying to get him to go to sleep as a toddler. It was warm, reassuring, gentle, everything a Malfoy should never be.

"I won't." Draco promised. He wouldn't, either. He wanted his father to be proud and his mother to be happy.

"I'll have Dobby make you some breakfast, you must be starving." She comforted, still smiling.

"Yes, please." He said eagerly, moving without thought into her touch.

She paused, thinking, then hesitated. Draco was sure he'd upset her until he looked up to find her face an expression of inner turmoil, an expression he was sure his father would never allow on her visage. Quickly, she took him into her arms, giving him a brief but loving embrace.

"Get dressed and go, Draco."

"Yes, mother." She left the room and he did as he was told, steadying himself and preparing for the worst.

After she finished reading her book Hermione went downstairs to the kitchen to ask her parents if they could take her to the park since it was sunny now. It was around noon.

"Mom, Dad can you take me to the park so I can play for a little bit?" Hermione asked with a pouty face.

Her parents started laughing. "Sure honey, just give us a second so we can get ready, okay?" Jane said.

"Alright. Thank you." Hermione said.

Hermione went back to her room and put on some green soccer shorts and a green t-shirt to match. After she was finished she went downstairs to meet her parents. They were waiting for her at the front door.

"Are you ready Hermione?" asked John (her father).

"Yes daddy." Hermione said with a smile.

"Okay then let's go!" Jane said.

When they got to the park it was a little wet, but the sun had evaporated most of the rain. Hermione started to run toward the swings, which happened to be her favorite part of the park since she had fun playing with Draco there.

"Be careful Hermione!" John said in a worried tone.

"Don't worry I will." Said Hermione.

"We'll be sitting in the bench a few yards away if you need us." Jane told Hermione.

"Yes mommy." Hermione said.

While she was swinging herself higher and higher she was hoping that Draco would come so they can play together. She just hoped that the dream she had that morning didn't mean that Draco was actually not going to trust her and then leave her.

Hermione cut it out he's fine and he's not going to leave you. He will also trust you in time just like what you would do. So stop worrying about it.
The talk was short, detailing that Draco was to try much harder and that he would get lessons from his father starting the next day.

After a short breakfast he walked down the hall to find his tutor looking happily down at him, obviously oblivious to his previous trials. "How would you like to go to the park again?" She questioned.

Perhaps he would see Hermione and the day would be another good one. He fought a grin, knowing it would no longer be allowed in his home. "I would like that very much, Madam. Could we please?"

"Lessons were on manners and proper English today, I say you've passed. Let's go."

And they did. She let him be as soon as they reached the park, at which point he quickly found Hermione on the swings.

He smiled without thinking, running to her and her comforting childish ways. Draco didn't understand what exactly he sought in the friendship that she was what he was not allowed to be, but he did know that he wanted her to like him. "Hello again." he said, grinning at her. "It's very nice to see you."
"Hi, it's nice to see you too." Hermione continued. "Do you want to meet my parents? They're tight over at that bench near the tree."

But before Draco had any time to react Hermione was running to her parents and dragging Draco with her.

"Mom, Dad, this is Draco Malfoy. Draco this is my mom Jane and my dad John." Hermione stated.

"Hello, nice to meet you Draco." Jane said while looking at Draco with curious eyes.

"Nice to meet you." John said smiling.

"Hello, Mrs. . . ." Draco paused, he'd completely forgotten the girl's last name after thinking of her as 'Hermione'. A second later, he had it again. "Granger, Mr. Granger." He nodded to each in turn. "Very pleasant meeting you, rest assured." He smirked rather than smiled, hoping to practice doing such.
"We have heard great things about you Draco." Said Jane. She looked at her daughter and smiled yes her little Hermione was growing up.

Hermione was about to die of embarrassment, she knew that she must look like a tomato from blushing so hard. Her mother was supposed to keep that to herself and if she couldn't she could have told her father and no one else.

Oh God, I hope that Draco doesn't here that comment, I hope that he was thinking of something at that moment.
Draco's smirk widened, as he was sure it should, at Mrs. Granger's slip, but he really wasn't paying much attention. He was wondering how his parents would react if he attempted to introduce her to them.

He could just imagine their disgust, as Hermione was obviously not a witch (her parents looked just like Muggles, he was positive they really were), or if she was she was a Mudblood. His father would probably forbid him from leaving the house without a proper pureblood looking after him. His tutor would be fired. Hermione would go home crying. He would go without dinner and think about his actions.

Draco did not like this train of thought. "I'm pleased to hear that, Mrs. Granger." He told her, his face posed almost just how it should be.

"Hermione dear you have about half an hour before wHermione decided that she had had enough of her parents embarrassing words. So she said, "Now that you've met my parents we could go back to playing." Hopefully she could get him away from her parents; it was such a bad idea introducing them. Oh well, what's done is done. "We have to go, okay?" John said.

"Yes, daddy." Hermione said.

Once they were at the swings, Hermione said "Sorry about that, my mom can be weird sometimes." God was she the worst liar ever.
"That's quite alright." Draco assured. He didn't act well with other children, he was told, because he had no experience with being a 'friend'. For the moment he decided short, nice sentences were in order, and he'd figure out the rest by taking hints from Hermione (who seemed to have no problem with the idea of friendship).
"What are your parent's names?" Hermione asked.

His head turned gently to one side, mildly surprised. Everyone he'd ever known knew his parents before him. "Narcissa Black-Malfoy and Lucius Malfoy." Draco answered easily, having heard it said by many of the people around his home. He loved speaking about his family, but wasn't sure if Hermione would be interested in a conversation revolving around how fascinating his family was, so he stayed quiet.
"They are nice names." Hermione complimented. "Would you mind if we play twenty questions? So we can get to know each other I mean, but if you don't want to you don't have to. I just wanted to get to know you better." Hermione ranted.

Draco looked at her strangely for a second, as if she were from another planet. Twenty Questions. He guessed it was a Muggle game, involving (most likely) the asking of twenty questions. He didn't mind playing along, he supposed. If she didn't ask anything he couldn't tell, it would be a fun enough game. "Surely I'd enjoy playing." He told her, grinning easily for a moment before the look became just a happy smirk. "You may ask the first question." She was, of course, the one who had come up with the idea to play, so this was only fair.
"Umm..let's see...what is your favorite color?" asked Hermione happy that he accepted her offer to get to know each other.

"Grey." He told her easily. Draco adored it, and emerald green was certainly growing on him, so he supposed he was a born-Slytherin (which made him very happy).

He was completely lost as to what to ask (he assumed it was now his turn). With a mental shrug, he went for the easiest question. "What is yours?"
"Hmm...well I really like red and gold. I guess they are my favorite colors." Hermione said thinking to herself as to why she had always liked those two colors.

After this day they started meeting biweekly.

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