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Author's Note: Well, hello, there! I am back for chapter 2. Thank you so much for those who reviewed! 9 reviews isn't so bad. Actually, it's awesome for a first ever story like this. xD THANK YOU!
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Everyday, Hermione would wait for Draco on the bench of the park that she and him had met. She had been doing this for a week, and yet, the blonde boy still hadn't showed up. This made Hermione mad at him for not fulfilling his promise. She thought Draco was the kind of boy who would keep his promises and all.
She had given up on him, but that morning, after she took a shower, she decided to go to the park once again. 'Maybe he'll show up today,' the brunette thought. So after she put on a stripe tee and plain black jeans, she went downstairs to the kitchen and asked for her mother's permission.
"But promise me you'll be back by twelve. Honestly, darling, you're going to the park too often now," her mother, Jane Granger, said as she scrambled an egg. "Did you meet a friend there?"
Hermione nodded slowly. "He promised he'll come again to meet me, but it's been a week and he still haven't show up!"
"So your friend's a boy?" Jane asked, a smile growing on her pretty face. Hermione was so much like her mother. They had the same soft curls brown hair and brown-eyed color, except Hermione's hair was a bit bushier. "Well, maybe something has caught up that made him couldn't come to the park."
"I hope he'll show up today," she muttered. "I promise I'll be back by twelve. Bye!" Hermione tiptoed to her mother and kissed her cheek before running out from the kitchen.
"Wait, you're not eating your breakfast?" Jane shouted, but the little brunette girl already ran outside of the house.
Hermione decided to lie on the green grass of the park near the tree and looked up to the blue sky as she waited for Draco. The park was peace and quiet since it was still early. Well, even at the afternoon, the park wasn't that crowded, either.
'Please come, please come, please come…' the words kept on repeating on her mind like a mantra as she slowly closed her eyes.
"What are you doing?" A voice asked and Hermione quickly opened her eyes to see the blonde boy staring down at her with his grey eyes.
"Draco!" she exclaimed as she sat up. "Where were you?"
"It was kind of hard to get back here, you know? My nanny couldn't bring me here anymore, so I had to ask one of the house-elves to Apparate me here," Draco explained.
"House-elves?" she asked, staring at him as if he was lunatic. She then burst into laughter. "There are no such thing as house-elves!"
Draco frowned. "Well, you can't see them because you're a Muggle."
It was Hermione's turn to frown. "What's a Muggle?"
"No… nothing. Never mind."
"Okay…" she said slowly. "I'm really glad you finally came, Draco. I thought I would never see you again."
The blonde boy only smiled and sat down next to her on the grass.
A few weeks had gone by, and Draco managed to keep going to the park to see Hermione, thanks to the house-elves. He had grown to like Hermione as a friend. He found her as a kind and funny person, even if she would boss him around and annoy him by acting as if she knew everything. He still didn't understand why Muggle was so bad.
That day, when Draco was just about to ask one of the house-elves to Apparated him to the park, his mother, Narcissa Malfoy, happened to be sitting in the living room and she saw him.
"Draco, where are you going?"
"Oh, hello, mother," Draco said as he made his way towards her. "I um, I was just going to ask… Ollie to Apparate me to the Diagon Alley." He was lucky enough that the lie came out from his mouth quiet smoothly.
"The Diagon Alley?" Narcissa frowned. "Why are you going there by yourself? What are you going to do there?"
"I'm not alone, mother. Ollie is going to Apparate me there and I'm bringing him with me. And I was just going to see if there's a new broom at the Quidditch Store," he told her.
"Well, why don't you let me come? I wanted to take a walk myself."
"No!" Draco yelled that made his mother looked at him curiously. "I mean, it's alright, mother. I'll be fine. I'm seven years old, mother, I can take care of myself. I promise I'll be back by five for dinner!" And with that, he ran off from the living room.
"Wait, Draco!" Narcissa shouted, but Draco was already out of sight. She frowned and shook his head.
"Hi," Draco said as he sat down next to Hermione on the grass.
"There you are!" The brunette exclaimed as she rose up. "Where have you been? You're really late."
He shrugged. "Well, I'm here now, aren't I?"
Hermione looked at him and frowned. "Fine. Do you want to play or something? I'm getting bored with just laying down here on the grass and talk. Don't you?"
"No, I'd rather lie down here," Draco replied as he leaned down, resting his head on the fresh green grass and looked up to the sky.
"Fine…" the brunette said and leaned down on the grass, resting her head on the grass and looked up to the blue sky as well.
"Do you believe in magic, Hermione?" Draco asked suddenly after a few minutes of silence.
Hermione turned her head to him to find his grey eyes staring at her as she put both of her hands above her stomach. "Well, I don't know. But… there's no such thing as magic, right? Except miracles; God's miracles. Why?"
The blonde merely shook his head and didn't say anything more.
"What do you want to be when you grow up, Draco?" she asked.
"I don't know," he shrugged. "I think I want to be a Quidditch player."
"Quidditch?" Hermione frowned. "What's Quidditch?"
"The only most fun sport in the whole wide world. You play the game with broomsticks and if the Seeker of your Team caught the Snitch, you win." He explained. "What about you? What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"I don't know, yet. I think I want to be a journalist… or a writer… or maybe a dentist like my parents."
It was Draco's turn to frown. "What's a dentist?"
"Well… dentists are tend to people's teeth," she told him.
Draco only nodded, still didn't understand the meaning of dentists. "I really can't wait until school starts. Only four years to go."
"Four years?" Hermione gasped. "You're going to start school in four years? What kind of school are you going to attend?"
"The greatest school I've ever known, Hogwarts. Father wants me to go to Durmstrang, though, but I don't know."
The brunette nodded and looked back to the sky, sighing. "Oh, wait! I almost forgot," she said as she sat up and looked something in her jeans pocket. "Ah, here it is."
Draco sat up as well and looked at the two necklaces in Hermione's hands. "What are those?"
"These are friendship necklaces. See, this one with the 'Be Fri' is yours, and mine is with the 'St End'," Hermione explained as she handed Draco the necklace.
"Why's yours got the End on it?" he asked.
"Well, it was supposed to be Friend, but the Fri is on yours."
He stared at the necklace. He never really liked necklaces, but his parents had always taught him to be polite, so he put it on and smiled at the brunette. "Thanks, Hermione."
"This necklace represents our friendship. I give you this necklace so that whenever we look at it, we will remember each other."
"So, are we best friends now?" the blonde asked.
Hermione nodded, smiling lightly. "Best friends."
And in that moment, Draco had never felt so happy in his entire life. It was such a bless for him to had a friend like Hermione, Muggle or not.