Summer of emerald silk and black lace
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter, for I am not JK Rowling, as much as I would like to be I am not. I own none of the characters, and the only thing I do own is the order that the words are placed in and the story line
Chapter 2
Without knowing
At the start of the summer I didn't really know what I should've expected, but what ever I thought that beach would be like, I was far from correct. Maybe I had a stereotyped view of what it should have been like, maybe I had watched too many American summer movies, or maybe I was right, maybe if it was any other beach I would have got what I expected. The beach we were staying at was neat, clean and during the day it seemed innocent.
But then during the night it changed, night changes everything; it changed the beach from the innocent, beautiful clean place to one full of lust and passion and the seductive splendour of danger.
Maybe if I hadn't gone nothing would have changed, maybe if I hadn't gone I wouldn't have known how danger can be seductive, I wouldn't have seen how lust and passion are so much better then love, love is just a made up word, a word I had believed in a lot while I was younger, it was written about so much in the books I cherished I just couldn't think that maybe it wasn't real, that maybe lust and hate are the only true things we ever feel.
What ever it was that made that beach change, I think it got me too, because when I looked into the mirror on the first day back of school, I didn't see the same girl that had stared back at me for all those years, it didn't matter if no one else saw the change, I did.
The white wash walls of the small beach house gleamed in the summer sun. It was like something from a fairy tale, Gleaming spotless white walls and powder blue doors and window. It was quaint, it was cute.
Hermione smiled as she looked up at the white walls of the house, she watched as Harry and Ron made their way inside to claim their rooms and get rid of the weight of their suitcases, Hermione followed slowly, listening half heartedly as Mrs Weasley fussed about the rules, she nodded and smiled, reassuring her that she would look after the boys, Molly smiled in gratitude to her before leaving, with a small pop.
The sound of the two boys arguing over the largest room could be heard from the kitchen, and Hermione sighed and listened to the two boys bicker, she should do the right thing and sort out the mess, but she was on holiday she reasoned, why should she have to fix every little problem, when they had promised her a holiday.
She smiled at herself as she pulled out the first book she lay her hands on from her bag and sat quietly on the living room couch, soon drowning out the noise of the bickering boys.
Slowly the sun began to set, and slowly the families when home and left the beach deserted except for the few who dwindled longer, watching the sun set with the ones they loved. Hermione sighed softly as she watched one loving couple embrace as they watched the setting sun, it was like a scene out of one of those corny romace movies, or a cover from a romance novel that middled aged women kept hidden under their beds. But Hermione smiled and continued to watch them from the window of the beach house. Harry and Ron had left about ten minutes ago to find something to eat, they offered for Hermione to come with them, but she declined, saying she had to get settled in; they both nodded smoothly and went to find food.
Hermione was no fool, she knew they didn't just go out to find food, they went out to find out if there were any parties near by that we 'no invitation' they would drag her along if they found one, for the first couple of times they will drag her along even though she persisted and said she didn't want to, but then it would stop, they would leave without seeing if she wanted to come, because they assumed she didn't want to, assumed she always had a crap time at the parties.
The sound of laughter coming closer drew Hermione out of her contemplation, she watched the door when Harry and Ron came bursting in, they grinned at her before sitting on the couch on either side of her, laying the assortment of food out in front of them, Hermione watched as the food was lay out on the small table. She watched as they ate in a hurry laughing and talking about everything, Quidditch was a hot topic apparently.
"What's the hurry? You're going to choke if you keep that pace up" Hermione said laughing as she watched Ron stuff his face with a variety of foods.
"Party, soon, must eat" those were the only words Hermione could decipher from the mixed jabbering that emitted themselves from her best friend's mouth.
"Huh, well have fun with that" she said as she took a bite out of her pizza. Even if she was born a muggle and up until she was eleven she had lived like a muggle, she still preferred wizard food to cheap crappy muggle cuisine such as pizza and tacos.
"What? Herm your coming with us aren't you?" Hermione looked at Harry faking confusion, she acted like she didn't know this was going to happen, she acted like she didn't know that it was almost played out.
"No, I never like parties" it was true, she didn't like parties, she always felt out of place and ended up being the extra weight that sinks the ship. Harry on the other hand smiled and patted her shoulder.
"You just haven't had enough experience, come one Hermione, come and have some fun" it wasn't really an offer, it was an order, 'come' he had told her to go, even though it really wasn't meant like that, Hermione still felt like it had been a direct order, she reluctantly agreed and took a last bite of pizza before washing up for the party.
Harry smiled as she left the room, now he had no reason to feel guilty about going, and deep inside he thought he has doing a good thing for her, getting her out of the house, making her make new friends, he whole heartedly thought he was helping. He just didn't realise that Hermione didn't want to go and dance and looks stupid in front of a group of strangers.
The throbbing music could be heard from a block away. The vivid corse lights from the large expensive house opposite the beach made everything else seem dull and dark, by eight thirty the party was already underway and it seemed that it had spread to the beach as well; it was dotted with bomb fires and dancing drunk teens. Hermione sighed as she approached the house reluctantly with Harry and Ron on either side of her, they seemed at ease and as though they weren't nervous at all, Hermione thought absently about where they learnt to be so calm and causal, maybe there was something she didn't know about her two best friends.
They didn't bother knock as they got to the front door, Ron opened it with one graceful movement and took long strides into the house, Harry followed after, not bothering to look back at Hermione.
Hermione chewed her lip nervously, she could just turn around now and no one would ever notice.
'What about living like a normal teenager? What about doing stupid adolescent things?' a quiet voice in the back of her head asked. Hermione rubbed the bridge of her nose quickly before breathing in deeply and walking into the house in what she hoped looked like a calm and causal way.
The moment she entered the house, she was pushed into a heated mass of bodies; it was like a wave of bodies had enveloped her. She shuddered slightly as she felt the sweaty people pressing up closely to her.
"Excuse me, sorry, um... Excuse me" Hermione muttered as she walked though the sweaty vulgar crowd.
She slowly made her way towards the food table and she sighed when she saw Harry and Ron talking causally to a small group of people near by, a girl was touching Harry's arm affectionately, Harry just gave her a winning smile before going back to the conversation at hand. Hermione watched fascinated as he and Ron managed to talk about muggle things so easily. Hermione wondered hazily how they heard each other through the loud throbbing music, the loud beat penetrated her head and it was like some one was beating her repeatedly over the head with a cooking pan. She rubbed her forehead quickly before reaching for a chip from the bowl near her, she nibbled on the chip for a minute watching as the bodies in the near by room rocked together in an unearthly motion, it was like watching embodied headache.
She slowly reached for another chip and tried to look causal as she bobbed up and down to the throbbing beat.
After a while she sighed and thought about leaving but soon scrapped that thought, what would Harry and Ron say if she just disappeared? So instead she watched the throbbing masses mould together in a magical sort of way, it was really fascinating in a disgusting messy sweaty sort of way.
"I never thought it would see you at a social occasion that wasn't compulsory" a voice said sweetly in her ear. She gasped and turned around not really wanting to see if her suspicions were correct. There standing before the sweating and ungraceful masses was Draco Malfoy, he looked completely out of place in the muggle house surrounded by people who were sweaty and were ruled by their hormones every day of their lives. He looked like a poster boy in a dirty underground sewer. But yet Hermione couldn't help but notice that no matter what he still looked like he was at home, he still looked like he was completely comfortable, and in a way he made it look like without him, this party would be the biggest failure in the world.
"What are you doing here Malfoy, I thought you hated muggles" she whispered the word 'muggle' even thought deep down she know no one would be able to hear her clearly in this throbbing atmosphere. Draco shrugged reaching for a can of beer that was sitting on the table.
"I do, but that doesn't mean I'm not allowed to enjoy myself" he took a long swig of the beer and Hermione watched fascinated that that simple movement caused many girls near by to weaken at the knees.
"So you came all this way to come to a muggle party" Draco laughed finishing the can before throwing it to the bin near by.
"Merlin no, I was in the neighbour hood, heard about the party and decided I would make it worth their while and come and have a look" Hermione eloquently rolled her eyes and kept looking at Malfoy. "Imagine my surprise when I saw the queen mudblood hanging around the masses, I must say it was a shock" Hermione glared as Draco smirked widely. Hermione quickly scanned the room to see if Harry and Ron had seen Draco at the party. Apparently not, they had disappeared some where with some one. She frowned and looked back at Draco who was smirking widely at her frustration. "Now, now Granger, you don't seriously expect Potty and Weasel to come to your recuse all the time do you? After all they are little boys who cant handle their hormones" Hermione breathed in ready to make a witty comment back about her not needing to be rescued, but in taking that breath her mind was filled with the smell of alcohol and expensive cologne mixed with the salty smell of the people around them, she swallowed hard as the huge rush of smells wafted over her, it was strangely intoxicating. Draco watched as she closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, taking in the smells of everything around her mixing in a stimulating way. It had happened to him as well the first time he had entered a dirty muggle bar, he had been fourteen and had stumbled into the musky bar, he had been over whelmed by all the new smells. Draco smirked and leaned closer so Hermione could hear him clearly.
"What are you doing here Granger, you know you'll never belong with these fools" Hermione's eyes snapped open and her chocolate brown eyes met rain storm grey.
"What every one else is doing here Malfoy, having fun" Draco rolled his eyes this time and slowly took her hands leading her towards the sweaty crowd.
"Fun? Do you seriously think standing near the food table the whole night eating mass amounts of chips and trying to conceal it is fun? Well then you do win the award for being the next up and coming McGonagall" Hermione glared at Draco's smirking face. Draco was soon entering the crowd of dancers, he seemed sort of out of place amongst them, he still seemed so clean and neat even though the mixed heat from the summer night and the constant movement could make anything sweat.
"Go to hell Malfoy, what are you doing here so far from your manor?" she snarkily asked glaring at the perfect creature in front of her, but all she could see was a arrogant superficial bastard who was too far from home. Draco on the other hand smirked wider not caring that Hermione was so angry at him.
"live a little granger, its not like you haven't ever wanted to go out partying and do stupid things, no ones that perfect." Hermione still hadn't walked away, and she wondered briefly why, Draco wasn't holding her hands tight enough for her not to get them away, and for some reason she felt inclined to follow as he made his way though the crowd, it was sort of fascinating to watch as the music matched his slow walk backwards, and suddenly the beat wasn't nearly as deafening, and all the smells around her were so thrilling. The bodies pressed closer onto her and their sweaty skin seemed to slide right off her like they were in water.
"So you chose a muggle party, miles out of London?" Draco laughed and shook his head.
"No, I'm staying in the next town, its known for its night life, and sometimes you want to get away from the drug induced excitement and the blue lights that make everything look so fun-" he paused for a moment thinking over his comment. "No you don't actually, but its good to go back and party with the not so experienced, just so you appreciate it even more." they had reached the front door which was left open, Hermione suddenly felt like she wanted to go back to the close sweating group, it had been exhilarating some how.
Draco slowly walked out of the house and down the path towards a shiny black car that hadn't been there when she had arrived; he turned when he got to the car and turned around to look at Hermione.
"Recon you want a ride?" he said cockily as he opened the back door and slowly got in, before he closed the door he leaned out and said causally as though he did this all the time with his enemies, "I can show you what real fun is, it will make that party in there seem like a three year olds pixie party" he smirked cockily and leaned back into the car.
Without knowing why Hermione walked swiftly down the front path and headed towards the car.
Without knowing why Hermione got into the nice black car and didn't look back.
A/N Well there it is, hope you like it and I will update soon. The story is only now beginning so basically you can consider the last chapter a filler, and the prologue will be explained during the corse of the story.
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