(A/N: My first fanfic. Yay. I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's characters or anything, though I wish I owned Draco. Sigh.)

"Dad, why don't you shove it, okay? Please, just leave me alone!"

"Your friends didn't even want to talk to you this whole summer! What's with that?!"

"Dad," she said tearfully, "It's not my fault they have newfound manhood, okay? Please, drop it?"

"Fine, Herms. Just sit alone in your room MOPING. You do know there's some boys and girls outside, right? Why don't you hang out with them?"

"No, dad, 'bye!"

Hermione's dad shut her bedroom door while muttering something low and probably mean about her. She didn't care, however, because she was writing poetry, which calmed her down.

"When I felt alone, You were always there/To guide me, to show me, to always care/When a tear was falling, as you warned me it would/You caught it fast and made me feel good/We were something more, something different and true/And I was pretty sure I'd always be friends with you/But when something got in the way of the thing we had/Instead of helping me, you made me feel bad/I can't honestly say I don't miss you at all/I cannot say I'm glad you never call/I won't lie to you or myself, I have to make the lies end/You were the best, the truest, the most honest friend." She titled it "To The Boy With The Scar" and signed it, making it most definitly hers. She sighed an achieved sigh, closed her poetry book, and opened her diary.

Hermione's Diary

Dear Diary,

Well, I finished writing a poem about Harry. (B.W.T.S.) I think it was good. I'm excited about going back to school and at the same time not, I'm worried that I'll be all alone. Harry and Ron are new "men," and the last time I heard from them was the last day of school when they told me they got girlfriends! I was surprised, I thought Ron and I were going to be a couple. Ugh, boys. And they say girls are moody! I got a letter from Ginny, who said that Ron was having a different girl for each day, and that she suspects they may be doing something "friendly." Ginny also says Ron double dates with Harry and it drives her insane. I think it's quite cute that Ginny likes Harry, but if she writes to me one more time about him I might blow a fuse, I'm serious.

Dad was completely horrid today, the worse I've seen him. Mum was bugging him about doing chores, and he was bugging me about my friends and not doing things this summer, and I was bugging both of them to shut the hell up! It's like the only time I don't hear arguing is when I'm home alone, and even then in the back of my mind I think of the different things they could be arguing about: looking at another man/woman, a price of something, being wrong/right, me, etc. They've stopped caring about my good grades, except Mum does ask the usuals: "So, did you do any homework recently?" "Have you gotten any books?" "Have you heard from Headmaster?"

Anyway, I suppose I should go, dinner is soon, and then I'm going to watch something on the television. Sigh, Since when is my life so lame, so unexciting, so.. unusual? Ah, dad's calling me for dinner. Toot-a-loo.

Most Sincerely,

Hermione Granger.

Real Life

Hermione sat at the table across from her mum; Dad had dissapeered as usual, most likely to a bar or to a club of some sort. She didn't like it, but it had been going on since she was born and she was used to it. She quietly ate her peas and carrots when her mum broke the silence.

"Herms, why aren't we friends anymore? We used to, you know.. talk."

"Mum, life is being screwy, I don't need bonding time with my parents."

"You never know, dear. Give me a chance."

"Maybe this weekend. I'm going to go to Diagon Alley tommorow to get supplies for school."

"Hmm.. want a lift?"

"Mum, you don't know how to get to the Leaky Cauldron."

"Of course I do, your dad goes there all the time. I've had to pick him up plenty'a times before, too."

"Uhh.. usually I take a bus.."

"And tommorow you won't. It will give us a chance to, uh.."

"Bond. You know that's the word, just say it. 'It will give us a chance to bond.' AKA, The only reason you're taking me."

Hermione got up from the table and went upstairs into her room, where she got dressed and went under the covers. Soon enough, of course, her mother was up to "patch things up." (Don't moms/dads always do that- go in your room when you're sleeping/pretending to be sleeping? It's like they want to drill into your head before you sleep that you're 'friends' again.)

"Honey, are you sleeping?"

"No," she said accidentally, covering her mouth and hitting herself on the head. For a genius, she seemed to be very stupid.

"Good. Listen, I don't want you to think I'm trying to bond. Well, I am, but it's not just so we're good. I just want us to be close again, honey, really. We used to be buddies, you used to tell me everything. Is something going on?"

"Nothing, mum, I'm growing up is all. I'm tired, okay? I'll talk to you in the morning. Be ready, I like to get going to Diagon Alley before the crowds rush in. It's already late for supplies and it's going to be packed."

Her mother kissed her on the head and closed the door. Hermione sighed, closing her eyes and hoping that her mother would honestly be early tommorow.

Next Morning

"Mum? Are you up?"

"Yeah, yeah. Hold on, one more minute."

"No, mum! It's already crowded! COME ON!"

"Ughhh.. fine, go downstairs. I'll get dressed."

"Promise you won't be, like, hours?"

"Uurr.. promise."

Hermione walked downstairs, pacing for what seemed like years, but finally her mom came downstairs and they got in the car. They didn't speak much, just changing the radio dial occasionally and maybe saying "I think it's going to be crowded," or "I hope Ron's not there," followed by "Why? Are you two friends fighting?"

When they finally arrived, Hermione led the way and her mother couldn't help acting like a tourist. "Oh, my. Uh, is that a real.. monkey head?" Hermione rolled her eyes, grabbing her mother's hand and leading her into Flourish and Blotts (A/N: Not sure if it's right name. Sorry for any confusion.) As soon as they entered the room, she saw a blonde headed boy dressed in a green sweater and black pants and she knew it had to be HIM. The one who she hated, the one who hated her- Draco.

"Mum! Ugh! If I would've rode the bus I could've been here before.. before HIM!" she said, pointing to Draco.

"What, you don't like him? I think he's kind of cute."

Without saying a thing, Hermione mimicked gagging herself and her mother laughed.

"Mum, why don't you wait in the car. I'll come back with my books later, okay?" Her mom nodded and walked away while Hermione sighed. She was glad that her mom didn't have to meet or talk to Draco. Hermione didn't want to but she would be forced to, because Draco and his goons were standing in the way of the books.

"Draco, move?"

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Miss Mudblood!" The whole "Mudblood" routine didn't work for Hermione anymore, words didn't mean a thing.

"Just move, please."

"Make me!"

"Okay, then," she said, lifting her wand, "Incarcerous!" A large rope was sent from her wand, wrapped around Draco, and sent him flying out the door. When his two followers looked at her funny, she said, "Hey, he told me to make him move. So I did."

She looked for her books when suddenly two hands covered her eyes. "Guess who," a familiar voice joked.

Turning around, she knew she had been right. Harry Potter was acting friendly with her now.

"Well, if it isn't Mr. Let's-get-all-hyped-up-about-hormones-and-drop-our-female-friends."

"What are you going on about?"

"Hm, I wonder. You've had a different girlfriend every day, you haven't written or called me.. I think that's what I'm on about. You got all.. all hormone-happy."

"Hormone-happy?! Pfft, you're the one who's hormone-happy!" Harry argued, pointing up and down at her body. She had changed.. a lot. But that's what girls do, at least she wasn't seeing boys every day!

"Hey," she growled, slapping his finger, "Don't point at me like that!"

"Whatever, I'm not here to talk about hormones and.. err, changes. I'm here to get books. 'Bye." She rolled her eyes and gathered her things, paid for them, and left the store. "HEY! GRANGER!" She turned around to see Draco, still covered in ropes.

"Let me go, Granger."

"Why should I? So you could continue bullying me?"

"No, so I could strangle you!"

"Oh, what a great reason. I think I'll untie you now."

"Good, mudblood."

"Nah, I think I won't. You like cuter tied up anyway." She meant it to be sarcastic, but the way it came out.. It sounded like she was flirting with Draco!

"Sorry, Granger, I only date good looking girls."

"Jerk!"

"Bitch."

"DON'T CALL ME THAT! I'll stand for ugly, hell I'll even stand for mudblood. But bitch is something I just won't allow myself to be called!" Hermione stomped over to Draco, gave him a long, hard, slap, and spit on his ropes. "I loathe you."

"No, you don't. You think I'm cute tied up."

"Ugh! I was being sarcastic!"

"No, you weren't."

"Yes, I was!"

"NO, you weren't!"

"YES I WAS!"

"NO!"

"You two sound like an old married couple," giggled Ginny from the bookstore.

"SHUT UP," Harry and Draco cried in unison. They glared at each other and Hermione walked away.

"You so have the hots for her."

"SHUT UP AND UNTIE ME, WEASLEY!"

Hermione jumped in the car and they drove away, not talking at all. When her mom opened her mouth to talk, Hermione shook her head no, not to bug her.

When they got home, she looked at her books; they were all there.. except for one, why did she have a slytherin book?

(A/N: Hmmmm.. I hope you all like it. My first HP fanfic ever! Anyway. please review. Hugs smooches,

Lizzeh)