Updated A/N: Yo. So, it's been more than a hot minute since I've updated/posted ANYTHING on here. TBH I've grown out of writing Fan Fiction, but I figured I'd go back and vamp this story up for the shits and giggles. Love and appreciate all you loyal guys and dolls. /end
Notorious for its heat, both in the sense of the weather and that of persons of all ages going into heat, Summer is a fickle season. Though most people believe they are quenching their thirst as they go out and hook up, they are actually burning through passion and desire. As they burn and connect, their flames grow higher. Some will burn out on their own, others must be put out by the rain. While those made hot by the sun's rays welcome this, some of those in a sexual heat resist until they cannot help but fizzle out. Though the rains fell all through the summer and watered the earth, the latter rains did not fall for Hermione until two weeks before the school year began. It is there in the middle of Diagon Alley that will remain a sore spot to visit all of the young witch's days. It is in that spot beneath the overhang of Sugarplum's Sweet Shop that Hermione now stands with jaw and fist clenched. It is there where the betrayal of hearts took place only moments ago: where The Boy Who Lived would be known in her mind as The Boy Who Falsely Loved.
Looking for comfort after the death of Cedric Diggory three years prior, Harry and Hermione had found their way into each other's arms, then later their beds. Over time their relationship developed beyond fucking, into devotion. Three years worth of love, promises, and a continued friendship was tossed in the bin not when Harry ended the relationship, but the moment he crossed the line with her best friend, Ginny Weasley. I should have known, she thinks. There were signs of unfaithfulness and treason of the heart, yet Hermione with all her wit wanted it to be untrue. How foolish could I be?
It is the pain caused by nails drawing blood from her palms that bring her back to reality. Though her legs are made of stone, she wills herself away from the sweets shop. Harry and Hermione were supposed to meet at Sugarplum's before finishing shopping for the textbooks and supplies needed for their final year of classes as they'd received their lists last minute. It seems the staff fell behind in sending them out with all the changes being made to the school. Apparently, renovations took place over the summer, as stated in an additional letter enclosed with the lists, that will be announced during Dumbledore's speech. Unlike Harry, Hermione received an additional package that was postmarked a day after the letter. In it was a red and gold badge with the words "Head Girl" engraved on it. As she begins to relax and ease her hands into her pockets, she feels the badge and is reminded that she will not have to see Harry again until at least the banquet.
As Hermione reaches to push open the door to the bookstore it swings back, revealing a smirking male in the doorway. "Prefect Granger," comes the mocking tune of Draco Malfoy. "Were you planning on getting Goshawk's book here? If you were then I would go elsewhere since this was their last copy." Draco holds up the white plastic bag for Hermione to see. He has to be bluffing. There's no way the most reputable store in the Alley could be sold out already! Just as Hermione is about to push her way past Draco the shopkeeper puts a sign in the window that proves Draco's statement true.
"Bugger off, Malfoy," Hermione says. With an eye roll, she turns around to head towards the next best place to find textbooks. Before she gets too far out of range for her peer to hear, she corrects him by saying, "That's Head Girl to you, Prefect Malfoy." Unbeknownst to her, Draco mutters an obscenity. The curses that leave his lips after he takes off from the store are not because of Hermione having authority over him in the upcoming school year, but because they will have to work together more closely since he was chosen as Head Boy.