Dedications: Umm...let's see. This chapter is dedicated to all of the great fanfics out there that have inspired me to actually start writing. I love you all. This could also be a more epic version of how two opposite people met *hint hint, Gabby*.
Authors Note: This story starts off at the end of sixth year. Majority of the summer will take place over the summer, thus fulfilling the story's title. Makes common sense, people.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, though I wish I owned Draco. They are respectfully copyrighted to J.K. Rowling. The plot of my fanfic is copyrighted to me. But you knew that.
Chapter One: A Close Encounter
"Ugh," Hermione growled as she picked up another book about Potions. Although Hermione had memorized nearly every fact about Potions, it wouldn't hurt to review some more for Snape's final exam. As always, Hermione was worried about her Potions final, knowing Snape and his hate for Gryffindors.
As Hermione browsed through the index of A Witch's Index to Potions, she heard the Library door creak open. 'It's probably another First or Second Year,' Hermione thought to herself, and went back to looking up the Draught of Living Death potion.
"Ahem."
Hermione looked up and saw a tall figure standing beside the sofa. Long, sleek legs, well-shaped abs, muscular arms, grey eyes, blonde hair. Guess who.
"May I inquire as to the purpose of you interrupting my study time, Malfoy?" Hermione snapped.
"Pardon me, Granger. If you are in such an agitated mood this afternoon, I may as well leave," Draco spat back.
"Why don't you do that? Oh, and the next time you decide you want to snog Pansy Parkinson in the corridors, please see to it that I am nowhere in sight!" Hermione shouted.
"Fine, then. I guess you'd rather not hear Dumbledore's news," Draco mumbled and turned to exit the Library.
Hermione stopped to think. 'This could be important,' she thought to herself. 'Maybe ferret boy could be useful from time to time.'
Without thinking, Hermione made her way behind Draco and grabbed his wrist, maybe just a little too hard. Enough for Draco to wince in pain.
"Ow! What was that for?" he screamed.
"Shh! What exactly is it that Dumbledore wants to tell me?" Hermioned snapped.
"See him in his office, 6 pm. And by the way, that Pansy thing? Forget it. We broke up."
"Oh..." Hermione replied. She could see the sadness in Draco's grey eyes. "Thanks."
Draco nodded. 'Girls,' he thought, and stormed out of the Library.
Hermione gathered her things and left shortly after him. After dropping off her books in the Gryffindor Common Room, she left for Dumbledore's Office.
Authors Note: This story starts off at the end of sixth year. Majority of the summer will take place over the summer, thus fulfilling the story's title. Makes common sense, people.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, though I wish I owned Draco. They are respectfully copyrighted to J.K. Rowling. The plot of my fanfic is copyrighted to me. But you knew that.
Chapter One: A Close Encounter
"Ugh," Hermione growled as she picked up another book about Potions. Although Hermione had memorized nearly every fact about Potions, it wouldn't hurt to review some more for Snape's final exam. As always, Hermione was worried about her Potions final, knowing Snape and his hate for Gryffindors.
As Hermione browsed through the index of A Witch's Index to Potions, she heard the Library door creak open. 'It's probably another First or Second Year,' Hermione thought to herself, and went back to looking up the Draught of Living Death potion.
"Ahem."
Hermione looked up and saw a tall figure standing beside the sofa. Long, sleek legs, well-shaped abs, muscular arms, grey eyes, blonde hair. Guess who.
"May I inquire as to the purpose of you interrupting my study time, Malfoy?" Hermione snapped.
"Pardon me, Granger. If you are in such an agitated mood this afternoon, I may as well leave," Draco spat back.
"Why don't you do that? Oh, and the next time you decide you want to snog Pansy Parkinson in the corridors, please see to it that I am nowhere in sight!" Hermione shouted.
"Fine, then. I guess you'd rather not hear Dumbledore's news," Draco mumbled and turned to exit the Library.
Hermione stopped to think. 'This could be important,' she thought to herself. 'Maybe ferret boy could be useful from time to time.'
Without thinking, Hermione made her way behind Draco and grabbed his wrist, maybe just a little too hard. Enough for Draco to wince in pain.
"Ow! What was that for?" he screamed.
"Shh! What exactly is it that Dumbledore wants to tell me?" Hermioned snapped.
"See him in his office, 6 pm. And by the way, that Pansy thing? Forget it. We broke up."
"Oh..." Hermione replied. She could see the sadness in Draco's grey eyes. "Thanks."
Draco nodded. 'Girls,' he thought, and stormed out of the Library.
Hermione gathered her things and left shortly after him. After dropping off her books in the Gryffindor Common Room, she left for Dumbledore's Office.
