Disclaimer: Yes, I'm JK Rowling and I'm writing a fanfiction.

Author's Note: Well, hello. First story ever. I was reading Remembering You and this story was kinda inspired from that story, so. I do hope you enjoy. Please don't forget to review, kay? :3

Hermione is seven years old, and so is Draco. :)

Being the couldn't-stay-quiet-and-still little Hermione Granger was, she was sitting on the park bench just across her house while her mother was preparing for dinner, watching the blue sky filled with clouds in various shapes in awe.

Hermione had always been a curious girl. Every day, she would find something new and she would always ask her mother or her teacher about it. Once, when she was on vacation with her parents in Bora Bora, she asked her mother why the sea was so beautiful, and her mother replied, "That's one of God's miracle, sweetheart."

The brunette little girl sighed as she kept staring at the blue sky. She wished she could touch those fluffy, white clouds.

Suddenly, she saw a butterfly flew right in front of her. Its color was yellow and black, and she found that butterfly was attractive. She slowly moved her hands towards the butterfly to catch it. When both of her palms were already on the sides of the butterfly and she was just about to catch it, the butterfly flew away.

Hermione sighed in frustration. "Oh, I won't let you get away that easily, you little butterfly!" she jumped off from the bench and began to chase the butterfly with excitement. Her light purple sundress flowed flawlessly around her.

She ran here and there, chasing the butterfly in all directions, until the butterfly decided to soar upwards and settle itself in a tree. The brunette watched the butterfly with tearful eyes, as it seemed to be mocking her from the tree.

But little Hermione was not the type to give up that easily. So she grabbed the lowest branch of the tree with her tiny hands and began to climb up the tree.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." She heard a boy said.

Hermione looked down and saw a young boy, staring up at her with his wide grey eyes. His hair was white-blonde, and his skin was really pale, as if he was dying. He was dressed in all black, which scared the little brunette a bit.

"Well, you're not me," she replied.

"Will you just get down? You might fall and get hurt, you know?" The blonde boy said.

Hermione looked up to see the butterfly and then down to the boy again. "You're right," she sighed and jumped down from the branch.

"What were you doing up there, anyway?" the boy asked.

"I just wanted to catch that butterfly up there." She replied, pointing the butterfly that was still settling itself on the tree.

The boy looked up. "What an attractive butterfly," he said.

"I know. That's why I wanted to catch it. But like you said, I might get hurt if I climb up there, and my mum will be furious," Hermione told him. "I'm Hermione, by the way. Hermione Granger."

"Hermione…" he said slowly.

Hermione smiled widely. He could say her name properly! Her friends in school couldn't say her name. They would just call her 'Mione' or 'Hermy', which she hated, since they couldn't say her name properly. "What's your name?"

"Draco Malfoy," he proudly said, smiling as well.

"That's a weird name. But I like it."

"Thanks. My mum chose my name." He told her.

"So, I've been to this park several times, and I've never really seen you here before. Did you just move in?" Hermione asked.

"No," Draco shook his head. "I came here with my nanny. She said she was going to the bookstore, and she said I should just wait here until she's back. I'm not supposed to be here, you know? I'm not supposed to be talking to you, either."

Hermione scowled, feeling hurt. "Why not?"

"If my father finds out…" he trailed, a terrified look was plastered on his face. "No, never mind."

"What do you mean by 'if my father finds out'? What's going to happen if your father finds out?"

"I said never mind. I should be going now." Draco said and stood up from the bench.

"No, wait!" Hermione exclaimed, grabbing his wrist. "You can't just leave. We just met! And you haven't even explain why you shouldn't be talking to me."

"I said never mind!" the blonde roared which scared Hermione, and she let go of his wrist. He sighed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout. I just don't want to talk about it."

Being the stubborn girl Hermione was, she said, "Just tell me."

Draco hesitated for a moment before answering, "He's going to hurt you, Hermione. My father is going to hurt you if he finds out. I'm not like your other friends, Hermione. I'm not normal. I was wrong when I said I shouldn't be talking to you. It's you who shouldn't be talking to me. You can get hurt." He looked down to his feet, as if he was ashamed.

Hermione frowned. What kind of father who would hurt his own son's friend? "My mum said everyone needs friends."

Draco looked up. "Even if I'm not… normal?" he asked.

"Well, I don't think you're not normal, but I think you're kind of different from my friends in school. But I like you," she smiled.

The blonde smiled back. "I like you, too. You're really nice."

She blushed. "Thank you. I think you're nice, too."

"Hermione!" Her mother called from the house. Hermione looked towards her house across the park and saw her mother waving at her. "Come on, dinner is ready, darling!"

"Coming, mum!" she shouted and she looked at Draco. "I'm sorry, I have to go. Can we see each other again tomorrow?"

"I don't know, but I'll ask my nanny to take me here again tomorrow," he replied.

Hermione smiled. "Okay. It's nice meeting you, Draco," she said and stood up from the bench. "Bye!" And then she ran towards her house, leaving Draco alone in the park.

"Draco!" His nanny called and ran towards him quickly. "Who was that girl you were talking with earlier?"

"Her name is Hermione Granger, and she's really nice."

"You're not supposed to be talking to a Muggle! Your father will be furious if he finds out."

Draco merely shrugged. He didn't care about what his father would think. He was just glad he made a new friend. And a really nice one, that one.