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Summary: Draco is forced to pretend he's Hermione cousin (poor little ferret). Hermione and he are the only two (in the muggle world, at least) who know the truth. It's a summer. And Hermy has a party to go. More fun to come :)

A/n: Sorry this chapter is so short. I can't make them longer. I tryed but failed. Sorry.

And please, please review - I have to know if I should continue this story :)

Dear Cousin

~By Lidi~

~*~ A moment to memorize ~*~

Hermione inhaled hot and almost wet air through wild-open window. Slight rain only make it worse - it was so hot, that sparkling drops, blurring the whole picture of the backyard, dried out before touching ground. (Hermione was happy to have room with windows on that side - road with all those noisy people and cars would distract her). Positively, summer was great, but not when you were melting even with conditioner on. Cold spiky shower gave needed feeling of freshness only for a couple of hours. Then it became a hell. Again. Hermione sighed and with loud 'boom' closed the book she's been reading for last 2 hours - "How levitation affects your physical abilities. New and improved. Now features chapter telling which tricks can be lethal". This book wasn't boring. Not at all. It was one of the best books Hermione managed to read during first week of a summer vacations. But it was a crimson sun, drowning in the roof of neighbor's house, that made pages look purplish, which was of course, by no means, disturbing for Hermione, but it made her remember that it was time to help mom with dinner.

Every evening, after sunset, she would come to the kitchen, talk with mom a bit, assist her and finally present their cooking masterpiece for hungry dad.

Every evening. But not this one.

Though Hermione, still not knowing what bright and exclusive surprise was awaiting for her in the kitchen, stood up from bed and smoothed blue satin dress (the only material to keep her relatively cold). She didn't care much about her looks, especially when she was at home and only the parents could see her, and still she was good-mannered girl, who would never left her room with such disaster on her head. Hermione impatiently brushed infamous bushy hair. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Average 17 years old girl with ordinary body, disobedient chevalier, simple features and suffering expression on an exhausted face. Summer was contraindicate for her. Hermione licked her lips. It felt salty. She immediately felt an urge to take a quick shower, but unfortunately right now it was out of question. Mom was waiting for her.


And then one pretty clever idea came into her bright head. Hermione observed surroundings. Finally her look settled on the bookshelf's top. She stood tiptoe and searched on the a bit dusty surface for several seconds, then with a happy gasp she took something from there. It was an old, girly, pink, and very out of fashion fan.

As she had been waiting for that moment her whole life, she opened this fan with great joy and satisfaction, waving broadly - and oops - silver dust covered her from head to toes. How could she forget?! She was going to play that joke on Amanda, but her best friend felt sick and couldn't come, so this damn fan laid forgotten for... what? Like 4 year? Luckily there was no one around to see her - she looked very like a tasteless disco freak with twisted sense of style. This time mom just had to wait - Hermione was destined to take a bath.

Moving step by step (not to cover all her room with silver dust) she came out of her room. Still very carefully she finally managed her way to the bathroom (thankfully it was on the same floor). But it was busy! This was the worst time dad could think of occupying so much needed room. And according to loud sounds of splashing and singing it would be unavailable for at least another half an hour.

With a sour look on her face Hermione came down, to the kitchen. Even with such disastrous outlook she'd be able to talk with mom.

When she was approaching kitchen she smelled sweet aroma of cinnamon, vanilla and fresh bakery. How many priceless evening has she spent with mom, making delicious cakes, talking and just having fun. She sniffed the air a bit more and, smiling happily, entered the kitchen. Mom was busy with another portion of cakes. Hermione stood silently, just looking at her with tenderness and love. It was so peaceful. Hermione thought that she should memorize that exact moment for her whole life - it was absolutely perfect. And just then mom turned around, noticing daughter's presence. Hermione saw something odd - mom was more nervous than always, and she was smiling a bit... too much? With mom's next words all weight of the world downed on her.

"Hermione, darling", - mom didn't pay attention to Hermione's ridiculous look, and that was very suspicious, - "I have a surprise for you. Do you remember your cousin, Draco?" - and with that fatal sentence she tuned daughter to another corner of the kitchen, where Draco Malfoy sat on the chair (it's my chair, - thought Hermione angrily, before registering the wrongness of the whole situation). He was pretty calm. He didn't smile at her (why whould he?), but just raised one brow and then drawled, with a hint of smirk forming on his lips:
"What a...", - he paused for a split second, only to continue with such amount of bitterness in his voice, Hermione could swear it was a winter again, - "glittering meeting, my dear cousin!"

Hermione was sure she'd memorize this moment for her entire life - it was a nightmare to come alive.

End of chapter 1

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I still have to explain what the hell Malfoy was doing at Hermy's kitchen. Actually I have a lot of stuff to explain :) I think it's gonna be funny fic. Not fluffy though. Not at all.

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