I would like to say that the title of this fan fiction, has nothing what-so-ever to do with the scar on Harry Potters head. It is a song by Ayumi Hamasaki, A very talented J-Pop singer. The song will be incorporated into this work later.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or Any of the characters. They belong to JK Rowling. I do own Cordelia Staran.
SCAR
Chapter II
Hermione and Draco exchanged stares of mutilation and death. Their parents had already gone by the time Cordelia had found them outside, staring at each other as if they were going to kill one another. They stood in the front yard of the manor, not moving. Cordelia's house elves proceeded to carry their things to their room.
"You know one another, I presume." She said.
"Unfortunately, yes." Hermione said.
"Shut it, MudBlood." Draco retorted.
"Well, kiddos, Got some bad news and good news."
"Oh god, What's the bad news; he's staying all summer isn't he? I finally get away from him, and here I see him again, at my Aunt's manor where I'm to stay the summer."
"How was I supposed to know? Had I known it was you Granger, I would've insisted to mother that I stayed home. She wouldn't want me hanging around filthy mudbloods."
"Fuck off, Malfoy."
"Fuck you Granger."
"SILENCE!" Cordelia roared. "You two may not like it, all though I never imagined that you would act like this, BUT, you're stuck with one another for the summer. So, Make the best of it."
Hermione lowered her head. "Yes, Ma'am." She replied.
Draco did the same.
"Now, the good news is that the manor is finally being remodeled; the bad news is you two have to share a room for the time being. Not for the whole summer, but for a good two weeks." Cordelia said sternly.
Both groaned.
"If I hear one complaint, I'll have you working in the kitchens like house elves!" Cordelia said sternly, "I'm quite fed up with your attitudes."
They nodded in reply.
"Now, off with you. Mia, Draco, you will be staying in Mia's room for the time being, when the guest room is done being remodeled, Draco, you may move your things into there."
"Yes, Aunt Cordelia." Hermione reliped, picking up her bag, one which had not been carried in by the house elves.
"Yes, Ms. Staran." Draco relplied very politely.
Draco, Hermione and Aunt Cordelia adjourned into the house.
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Draco threw his luggage onto one of the two beds, the bed with the least amount of frills (or so he thought). He groaned loudly as he started unpacking.
How the fuck did I get stuck spending my summer with fucking Granger? He thought. Why not Pansy, or Blaise or anyone in Slytherin, even Millicent! Why Granger? Ugh. Fuck.
Hermione set her bags on the floor and stuck her Ayumi CD into the CD player that stayed next to her bed and tuned it to SCAR. Living in and out of the Muggle world allowed her access to many more neato contraptions that Draco didn't have a clue about. She turned it up full blast, so it echoed throughout the room.
"Hajimete namida o mita hi wa nani mo
Dekizu ni tada tada te o nigirimashita"
(The day that I first saw tears I couldn't do anything
I just gripped your hand)
"Nakisukarete nemurikaketa koro boku no hou o mite
'gomen ne' to tusbuyaite sukoshi waraimashita"
(Tired from crying, about to fall asleep you turned to me and whispered
'I'm sorry,' and smiled a little)
Hermione touched the ring that hung about her neck and sighed softly.
"Turn that fucking shit off." Draco screamed over it. Hermione just turned it down a bit, not replying to him.
She grabbed her pillows and started ripping cases off of them, she did the same with her comforter. Underneath the frilly mess were black pillowcases and a black comforter. She smirked at Draco as if to say "Ha ha, you picked the wrong bed." Draco scowled.
"Look, Malfoy, I don't like this arrangement anymore than you do. We should at least try and be civil." She said, rummaging through her things, looking for a good book to divulge her attention to.
"Whatever." He said coldly.
She grabbed her favorite book, by a Muggle author, "I Was a Teenage Fairy", and opened to part two. The best part of the book, she thought. By now, she had kicked off her sandals and let her hair hang down. Anyone would notice that she didn't look the same as she did at school. At school she had more of a professional air about her. Only her two best friends, Harry and Ron, knew what she was really like.
Draco glanced over at her, noting how she did look different. She had on only a simple coat of lip-gloss, something she didn't even wear at school. She didn't look the same. She looked more, wild, fiery, daring. He knew that he didn't look the same either. The robes covered everything about his inner personality. He assumed that they did the same for her. He just couldn't bring himself to believe that this "fiery" looking woman was the smartest girl in school. He knew she was going to be head girl. He had already gotten his letter of acceptance as head boy. He closed his eyes and groaned again; just more time he'd have to spend with this heathen.
Hermione suddenly giggled outloud. She was obviously at her favorite part of the book. This was something Draco was not- expecting. Granger rarely showed emotion, unless she was telling him off, or if she was around Potter and Weasley. He ran his fingers through his white-blonde hair and sat down on his bed.
"You know," she said, "If you strip away the covers on the pillows and comforter, they're red." She said suddenly. "The horrible pink things are just there to keep the other stuff clean." She said, going back to her book.
"…Thanks…" he said, as he started stripping away the coverings.
Hermione closed her book and put it in her bag. A bell rang.
"Well, time for dinner, You coming?" She said, walking toward the door.
"Sure.." Draco said, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
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After dinner the two adjourned to their room. Hermione grabbed her pajamas and went behind the Japanese screen that was in the room. The bathroom was all the way across the house and she didn't feel like walking. She started changing as Draco walked in. He saw the screen and the shadow from behind it. He stared.
Wow. He thought. Is that really Granger back there?
She stepped out from behind the screen, while tying her hair back into a ponytail. "What're you staring at, Malfoy?" She looked at him accusingly. She was wearing blue plaid pajama pants and a blue tank top.
Malfoy replied, "Nothing, Granger, just thought I saw something."
"Whatever." She said shrugging, turning to her bed.
"Hey, Granger, Where's the bathroom?" he asked.
She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Down the hall, take the third corridor to the left, it's the second door on the right."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome, Wouldn't want you pissing all over the bed."
"Fuck off."
"Fuck yourself."
Draco walked out of the room, clothes in hand. Hermione crawled into her bed and leaned against the headboard. She sighed softly and touched the ring around her neck. "Oh I miss you Harry.." She said, into the sigh. "I'd much rather have you here than that stupid fuck, Malfoy…"
She had also noticed that he looked different. He looked so much more snobby at Hogwarts, what with the ties and the robes and such. Here, he almost looked like a normal person; he still, however, had a sense of arrogance about him. Suddenly a snowy owl came to her window. It was Hedwig. Hermione rushed to the window.
"Hello, Hedwig!" She said with delight. She set Hedwig onto a perch with some food as she read the letter from Harry.
My dearest 'Mione,
I don't have much time to say anything,
I just wanted to tell you that I love you.
-Harry
She sighed softy. "Oh Harry… I love you too…" Her voice trailed off as she grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill and wrote him back.
Oh Harry!
Things are just awful!
Malfoy is staying the summer at Cordelia's too!
I hope to be off to Hogwarts early this year.
I hope to see you there!
I got my acceptance letter for head girl!
I love you!
-Hermione
She gave the parchment to Hedwig and watched the beautiful snowy owl fly off into the night. Hermione leaned against her window sill and gazed out into the stars. She stood there for a while, staring into space before she felt a tap on her shoulder. She spun around, to see that it was only Draco.
"Sorry, Granger, thought you had died."
"And I'm sure you would have –loved- it if I –had- died wouldn't you?"
"Not necessarily. I'm sure you're precious Potter would have been upset though. I, on the other hand, don't trouble myself with mudbloods."
"And I'm sure your little whore, Pansy, wouldn't mind terribly if I killed you either, since she's sleeping around with all of Slytherin."
"Don't you say that fucking shit about Pansy." He drew closer to her, a death glare on his face, once again.
"I'll say what I please; you know it's true." She glared.
"It was in the past. She even fucked Potter. Then she found me, and changed."
Hermione slapped Draco, leaving her handprint on his cheek, which was visible for quite a few seconds. "Harry would –never- do that Malfoy, he's not as low as you."
"And I, Granger, am not low; I am quite high in the food chain. Higher than a mudblood like you."
That utterly pissed Hermione off. "Listen Malfoy, I'm –not- a mudblood. I'm a fucking pureblood. I've only known for about two days, but that does not give you the right to call me a fucking mudblood, because I am not one. I am just as high and mighty as you, now, you fucking prick."
Draco gaped. Hermione? A pure blood?
"What's the matter, Malfoy? Can't face up to the fact that I'm just as good as you?" Hermione said.
"No, Granger, You'll never be as good as me. You are still below me." He turned and stalked off to his side of the room.
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Hermione sat on the window sill for about an hour after their fight. Her legs dangled out side of the window. Draco could have come and pushed her at any second. The wind blew gently and tossed her hair about her face. She gazed up at the stars. Hermione didn't even think to look back into the room to see what he was doing, or if he was planning to murder her by making her fall from the three-story window. She sighed and turned around.
"Draco, I'm sorry. I shouldn't've said those things." She couldn't believe that she was apologizing, but she figured that she might as well make the best of it.
He looked up at her face and saw that she was genuinely sorry. He replied, "I'm sorry too, Hermione. I shouldn't have said what I said either."
Hermione climbed back into the room. "Okay, I vote, that we should agree to be civil to one another and atleast attempt to enjoy each others company while we're stuck with one another for the entire summer. Come Hogwarts, nothing will ever be spoken of this, nor will anything change between us. Deal?" She held out her hand.
Draco took it, "Deal. But, Granger, wait. You got head girl right?"
"Yes…"
"I'm head boy."
Hermione groaned.
"I guess that means that we'll be forced to enjoy each others company at Hogwarts as well. So, let's do the best we can to get along and attempt to keep that peace between us during the school year. Okay?"
"Alright, It's settled then. We're putting aside our differences for the good of humanity." She replied.
Both laughed.
