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Chapter 1
"Hermione! Are you nearly ready to leave?" yelled Mr. Granger.
"Yes. I'll be down in a moment," she called back. Turning around, she took one last look over her room to make she hadn't forgotten any books she might need to take. When she was satisfied she had remembered everything she needed, she turned and bustled down the stairs, suitcase in her hand.
"What have you got in this thing?" asked her father feeling how heavy the case was.
"Well, I packed a few books for light reading," she said.
"Hermione," said her father vaguely amused "You only get to come on holiday with us once a year, are you honestly going to spend your whole vacation reading?"
"Of course not," she said "I haven't been to Leona Island in two years I'm planning to enjoy myself, but it is a long drive there, I'll need something to amuse myself,"
"Fair enough," sighed Mr. Granger.
The Grangers owned a holiday house on Leona Island and Hermione was extremely excited to be going back there after so long. She'd been unable to go while she was at Hogwarts but finally summer holidays had come around and she was free to do what she wanted. Last year she went to the Quidditch World Cup with Harry and Ron and the Weasleys'. It'd been great fun and they'd invited her to go again this year but she turned them down because she'd wanted to spend the time with her family. Just then Mrs. Granger entered the kitchen. "Are we ready to go now?" she said enthusiastically.
"Yes," said Hermione and her father in unison.
"Excellent," said her mother "Okay then. Out to the car,"
About half an hour into the car trip Hermione gave a gasp. "Oh no! I forgot one of my books!"
He father gave a snort "You've got enough books to last the whole vacation Hermione,"
It was true she did, but she was going to need this particular book for school this year. "Oh well I guess it doesn't really matter. I'll have enough time to read it when we get back I suppose," she said.
For the rest of the car trip she kept her nose buried in a book and it was only when the car stopped that she realized that they were nearly there. They got out of the car and headed over to the wharf. They had to catch a boat over to the island. A short time later her father returned with a man who was going to take them over to the island.
The water was a bit choppy but it was a lovely day. Hermione liked the sensation of the wind on her face as they raced across the water. When they reached the island they walked the short distance to their holiday house.
Hermione stood and admired it for a moment. It was a beautiful house. It wasn't big but it didn't matter because it was so charming. Hermione loved coming here when she was a little girl and she found now, it was still one her favourite places in the whole world. They went inside the house and Hermione went straight to her room to unpack. Her room looked empty but once she'd unpacked it looked better. Just about everything in the room was pink, the walls, the curtains and the bedspread. It used to be her favourite colour. The room made her feel like a little girl, so innocent. She smiled before she left the room and went back to the kitchen. Her parents were in there having a drink.
"Would you like something Hermione? There's not a lot, we'll have to go shopping this afternoon but you could have some juice or something," asked her mother.
"No thank you," answered Hermione. "I think I might go a for a walk on the beach if that's okay,"
"That's just fine," her mother replied smiling.
She left the house and headed down the track t the beach. She could hear the waves crashing and smell the salt water.
Once she was there she took off her shoes and walked barefoot along the beach. She used to have walks like this with her mother. They'd come down and build sandcastles and have water fights, it was so much fun. The beach was quiet and she'd only seen a few people since they'd arrived on the island. She walked down closer to the water and let the water wash over her feet. It was very relaxing.
Eventually she decided she should go back up to the house and see what her parents were up to. She approached the house and put her key in the lock, but as she was about to turn the handle she heard something that made her blood run cold.
"What the hell did you think you were doing?" her father yelled. She heard her mother crying. In between sobs she replied
"I'm sorry, if you could've just been around more it wouldn't have happened,"
" I don't care! It did happen, what is Hermione going to think?" her father yelled back with as much rage as before.
"Please," said her mother in a pitiful voice "Leave Mione out of this,"
"No, she's part of this family, it's going to affect her!" Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing, her hand was shaking as she removed the key from the lock and backed away from the door. Trembling she ran down the steps and away from the house, back down to the beach.
By the time she got there her tears were flowing down her face, she was a mess. She'd never heard her parents fight like that before. She walked down the beach some more trying to clear her head.
'What had they been fighting about?' she asked herself over and over. She had no idea. It sounded so terrible. Thinking about it made her eyes well up with tears again. As she was wiping them away she crashed into someone, making her fall back onto the sand.
"Sorry," she mumbled looking up. Her apologetic look turned to one of horror when she realized who she was looking up at. It was none other that Draco Malfoy.
To be continued.
Chapter 1
"Hermione! Are you nearly ready to leave?" yelled Mr. Granger.
"Yes. I'll be down in a moment," she called back. Turning around, she took one last look over her room to make she hadn't forgotten any books she might need to take. When she was satisfied she had remembered everything she needed, she turned and bustled down the stairs, suitcase in her hand.
"What have you got in this thing?" asked her father feeling how heavy the case was.
"Well, I packed a few books for light reading," she said.
"Hermione," said her father vaguely amused "You only get to come on holiday with us once a year, are you honestly going to spend your whole vacation reading?"
"Of course not," she said "I haven't been to Leona Island in two years I'm planning to enjoy myself, but it is a long drive there, I'll need something to amuse myself,"
"Fair enough," sighed Mr. Granger.
The Grangers owned a holiday house on Leona Island and Hermione was extremely excited to be going back there after so long. She'd been unable to go while she was at Hogwarts but finally summer holidays had come around and she was free to do what she wanted. Last year she went to the Quidditch World Cup with Harry and Ron and the Weasleys'. It'd been great fun and they'd invited her to go again this year but she turned them down because she'd wanted to spend the time with her family. Just then Mrs. Granger entered the kitchen. "Are we ready to go now?" she said enthusiastically.
"Yes," said Hermione and her father in unison.
"Excellent," said her mother "Okay then. Out to the car,"
About half an hour into the car trip Hermione gave a gasp. "Oh no! I forgot one of my books!"
He father gave a snort "You've got enough books to last the whole vacation Hermione,"
It was true she did, but she was going to need this particular book for school this year. "Oh well I guess it doesn't really matter. I'll have enough time to read it when we get back I suppose," she said.
For the rest of the car trip she kept her nose buried in a book and it was only when the car stopped that she realized that they were nearly there. They got out of the car and headed over to the wharf. They had to catch a boat over to the island. A short time later her father returned with a man who was going to take them over to the island.
The water was a bit choppy but it was a lovely day. Hermione liked the sensation of the wind on her face as they raced across the water. When they reached the island they walked the short distance to their holiday house.
Hermione stood and admired it for a moment. It was a beautiful house. It wasn't big but it didn't matter because it was so charming. Hermione loved coming here when she was a little girl and she found now, it was still one her favourite places in the whole world. They went inside the house and Hermione went straight to her room to unpack. Her room looked empty but once she'd unpacked it looked better. Just about everything in the room was pink, the walls, the curtains and the bedspread. It used to be her favourite colour. The room made her feel like a little girl, so innocent. She smiled before she left the room and went back to the kitchen. Her parents were in there having a drink.
"Would you like something Hermione? There's not a lot, we'll have to go shopping this afternoon but you could have some juice or something," asked her mother.
"No thank you," answered Hermione. "I think I might go a for a walk on the beach if that's okay,"
"That's just fine," her mother replied smiling.
She left the house and headed down the track t the beach. She could hear the waves crashing and smell the salt water.
Once she was there she took off her shoes and walked barefoot along the beach. She used to have walks like this with her mother. They'd come down and build sandcastles and have water fights, it was so much fun. The beach was quiet and she'd only seen a few people since they'd arrived on the island. She walked down closer to the water and let the water wash over her feet. It was very relaxing.
Eventually she decided she should go back up to the house and see what her parents were up to. She approached the house and put her key in the lock, but as she was about to turn the handle she heard something that made her blood run cold.
"What the hell did you think you were doing?" her father yelled. She heard her mother crying. In between sobs she replied
"I'm sorry, if you could've just been around more it wouldn't have happened,"
" I don't care! It did happen, what is Hermione going to think?" her father yelled back with as much rage as before.
"Please," said her mother in a pitiful voice "Leave Mione out of this,"
"No, she's part of this family, it's going to affect her!" Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing, her hand was shaking as she removed the key from the lock and backed away from the door. Trembling she ran down the steps and away from the house, back down to the beach.
By the time she got there her tears were flowing down her face, she was a mess. She'd never heard her parents fight like that before. She walked down the beach some more trying to clear her head.
'What had they been fighting about?' she asked herself over and over. She had no idea. It sounded so terrible. Thinking about it made her eyes well up with tears again. As she was wiping them away she crashed into someone, making her fall back onto the sand.
"Sorry," she mumbled looking up. Her apologetic look turned to one of horror when she realized who she was looking up at. It was none other that Draco Malfoy.
To be continued.