February Event: 54/3

W.C: 415

Disclaimer: Nope. Never Have, Never Will.

When Hermione Met Draco

Hermione walked slowly towards the park, almost regretting the decision of saying yes. Why had she wanted to come to the park in the first place? There were bugs in the air and they were annoying. She glanced at her mother who was talking with one of her friends and her spoiled daughter. She sighed, deciding to walk ahead of them. The corner of her lips turned upwards when she noticed that one of the swings was unoccupied. She quickened her pace and sat on the swing before anybody else could snatch it. The swings were very popular.

"Excuse me, but I was going to sit there," drawled a boy, about her age, crossing his arms and glaring at her with grey eyes. He had platinum blonde hair which was slicked back with a horrendous amount of gel. "Move, muggle."

Hermione blinked at the foreign word. "Muggle? Did you just insult me?" She didn't know the word, had never heard of it even, and it sounded like a bad term. "What is a muggle anyway?"

The boy huffed, scrunching his nose in distaste as Hermione didn't budge an inch. "You're a muggle because you can't do magic!" He rolled his eyes, stamping his expensive looking shoes on the sand. "Move. I want to swing before my mother comes for me."

Hermione couldn't help but snort at his ridiculous words. "Magic? There's no such thing as magic."

"Of course there is. You just can't do it," the boy responded with an impatient flick of his hand.

"Oh? You can?" Hermione asked dryly. She didn't like the tone he was using with her.

"Of course I can. Watch." The boy looked left and right before kneeling down and scrunching up his face. Hermione rolled her eyes and stared at the little rock in his hand. Slowly, the color began changing to green. Hermione couldn't believe her eyes! "What did I tell you?"

"But-! How?" She cringed when she met his smug eyes. "That doesn't make any sense!"

"Magic isn't supposed to make sense. It's magic," he replied, standing up and handing her the green rock. "Now, move, muggle."

Hermione narrowed her eyes at the rude, nasty little boy. Who did he think he was? Magic or not, she wasn't moving from the swing, especially not for him.

Little did she know that the rude blonde boy she once encountered in the park was her future husband. And that she still didn't move from the swings for him.