Disclaimer:I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters and the entire plot line of this story is pretty much made up by me. Neither J.K. Rowling nor Scholastic books are in any way affiliated with me or this story.

Rating: R for later content.

Ship: Draco/Hermione

Chapter: 1 Tea with Peter Pan

Author's Note: Hey, I hope you like this story. I hope I'm doing better than I did with my last fic, and I hope that I finish this one. I have more of the plotline figured out this time, I think.

Hermione couldn't wait for school to begin again. She'd gone to Diagon Alley earlier that day and bought all of her supplies. She loved seeing all the wizarding folk out and about, buying the oddities sold in the strange shops around her. Her favorite place was the bookstore. It had an abounding amount of spell books, with new and more challenging spells that she was itching to try out. She especially loved the café type area in the back that sold warm butter beer and the like. She'd met a girl there who was to start at Hogwarts this coming year.

She'd also seen Harry and Ron there, and had hung out with them for a while, but they parted ways after about an hour. She hadn't seen them as much as usual this summer. But she was sure that when school started they'd be around each other twenty four seven.

Which reminded her for the sixth hundredth time that day that school would be starting soon.

She turned over on her bed and looked at the mess around her. She was quite the contradiction. At school, her books and what not were completely organized. But her room was a constant mess. 'That's what happens when you're a genius' she thought to herself with a giggle. All of her new school supplies were littered around her room. She'd arranged them together five different ways already, but still couldn't seem to find the setup that would work best. "I'm pathetic" she said to herself with a small sigh.

She lay in bed for a while, thinking about the coming year, making up little stories about what school would be like. But, she soon got bored with that. She decided to write in her journal for a while. It was a new journal that her mother had bought her a few days ago, just because her mom was like that. She bought her daughter new stuff that she thought was "cool" on occasion. In this case, she had seen the journal in a store in Diagon Alley, and had bought it without Hermione's knowledge. Hermione wasn't even sure where she had gotten the three galleons and twelve sickles it cost.

Hermione had been taking the journal with her everywhere for the few days she'd had it. She could lock it, which encouraged her to write much more personal entries than the ones she'd written in previous journals.

I went to Diagon Alley today. I met Harry and Ron there. It was really fun, because I hadn't seen them in so long. It seemed like they didn't really want to talk to me much this summer, but they seemed pretty happy to see me today.

I met a girl in the book shop today. Her name was Rionach. She's Irish. She had the coolest hair. It was blacker than Harry's and was longer than mine (but only cuz hers is straight and mine's is curly). Which kinda made me jealous. But it was still cool.

Mommy was so happy to go to Diagon Alley again today. She loves that place. I think there may be a spark of magic in my mother, the way she loves the wizarding world. I wish she did. That would be so awesome. We could practice our spells together, and maybe we could even move to somewhere near Diagon Alley. Then we could go there every day. How cool would that be.

I'd miss daddy. I don't think he would move there with us. He grows ever more resentful towards magical folk, lately. I don't know what's wrong and it's killing me. Him and mommy seem to be fighting all the time. I fall asleep to my mother's tears, and wake to them fighting. My father doesn't usually get home until morning. He says he's working, but I don't know if I believe him anymore. My mom doesn't. She has the exact same job as him and she's home well before morning. I just wish things could be the way they used to. Back when I was little, and we were all happy together. I don't know...

Hermione sighed. It seemed that no matter what her entries always ended on a sad note. She was just feeling so depressed. But she was sure things would get better soon. They'd all be fine again.

Until then, she enjoyed telling her mother about the strange goings on of wizards, and all the weird things at Hogwarts. Her mother always seemed to brighten up when she gave her these very animated stories, which often ended with both of them falling into a heap on the floor, laughing so hard that they couldn't breathe.

She was going to miss hanging out with her mom. But she couldn't wait to get back to school either.

See, the thing was that Hermione wasn't a very sociable person. School is really the only time she had to interact with others. Most of the time it's just her at home, reading a two pound (as in the currency) romance novel.

But at school she was forced to actually talk to people. And while she gave off an aura of self confidence, deep inside she was shy and afraid of rejection.

She decided to get out of bed and take a walk. She was wearing her favorite pajama bottoms with the black, white, and gray smiley faces and a black tee. She loved those pants way too much. They were thread bare and had a big rip in the bottom that she pinned together with safety pins, but she still wore them all the time. She'd even wear them during school if she were allowed.

Just as she was walking out the front door she remembered her journal and quill. Some people had been giving her weird looks because she was writing with a quill, but some had come up to her and asked her where she got her awesome pen. It was glittery.

She had just discovered the art of pressing flowers, so there were loads of flowers in between the pages of her journal.

She walked down the street a few blocks. She lived near Hyde Park in Grosvenor Square.

She went to Kensington Gardens quite often to visit the Peter Pan statue. It was one of her favorite places to go, especially just after sunset like today. She especially liked when there was no one around the statue, and she could sit there in solitude.

She made it to Peter Pan and sat down on the ground, looking up at the familiar face. Sometimes she wished that he were real and would come and take her to never never land forever.

But, no, Peter Pan was not real. She didn't even think that J.M. Barrie was a wizard, just and extraordinary human.

She looked around her at the peacefullness of that spot. People just didn't appreciate things like they should. She wished there was a place like this at Hogwarts. She wished she could have her own room at Hogwarts, because the whole sharing a room with other people just wasn't her. She didn't like it in the least. Too bad she'd have to share a room during her last year.

She opened her journal and wrote more of what she was thinking...

I'm kinda bummed today. I don't think I made Head Girl. I told myself it didn't matter, but if I were honest with myself, I think I really wanted it. I'm sure there's a good reason I didn't get it, but that doesn't change the disappointment. Ron is a Prefect again this year. That's pretty cool. Harry isn't a Prefect or Head Boy. I don't think Dumbledore wanted to burden him with such responsibilities on top of the ones he already has. I hope that whoever gets Head Girl REALLY deserves it and doesn't gloat. I think I may cry. Which is really stupid, because this is not a big thing. It just means that I have less to think about this year. Oh well. It's not like my grades are slipping. I know I'm still the smartest person in the school. Except maybe for Malfoy. But he's a dick so that doesn't count. Hehehe... I think I'm a crack pot.

And here Hermione stopped with a smile on her face. It didn't matter that she didn't get Head Girl. She didn't need the extra responsibilities. She was stressed enough. And she knew deep in her heart that she was the smartest person in school.

'It's gonna be a pretty good school year.' She thought with a smile and a glance at the Pan.

And then she had a rather odd thought. 'One day I'm going to come here and have tea with Peter Pan.'