Author's note: This is my first fanfic. Review if you wish, but i'm not forcing you to. I love reviews though, hehe. If you enjoyed it, have a suggestion, or would like something changed, be sure to let me know via review and i'll consider it. :) It's a Hermione/Draco fic. Although that will be the primary focus, i'm intertwining an adventure to it, so it will be one action packed year for the trio, and Draco. It starts off at King's cross, right after their 4th year at Hogwarts. There will be no slash. I'm trying my best to keep the character's as close to character as I can. The golden trio will be kept together. I'll also be bringing in a lot of JK Rowling's characters that you don't generally see in most Harry Potter fanfictions. So, alas, enjoy!
Disclaimer : I own everything you don't recognize, and nothing you do recognize.
Chapter One - And so they met
Hermione Granger had just got off the train at Kings Cross. She turned to her friends, who were following closely behind her. "Oh Harry, Ron.. I'm going to miss you guys this summer!" She exclaimed, almost in tears. Ron and Harry were going to Ron's house for the summer, mostly to practice for the upcoming Quidditch season. "Hermione, don't worry. We'll both write you this summer" Harry replied. They, of course, wanted Hermione to come, but she had politely refused, considering that she hadn't seen her parents for so long.
"If you ever get a chance to get away, come for a visit! Or even better .. come stay with us, Hermione" Ron said happily. After hugging her best friends goodbye, along with Ginny and the rest of the brothers, she set off to find her parents. She spotted her mom at once, talking to a beautiful lady. She was tall, slender with warm blue eyes and platinum blonde hair. Hermione knew at once who this was, and she gasped. There was no way mistaking that platinum blond hair. Narcissa Malfoy, talking to her mother?!
She walked up to her mother, who immediately hugged her. "Mione! You've grown!" she exclaimed happily. Hermione smiled, she missed her mother. Then her mother turned back to Narcissa. "Narcissa, meet Hermione. Hermione, meet Narcissa. I just met her while we were waiting for the train." Her mom said, smiling. "I don't have a lot of muggle friends, with my husband and all. I hope to change that, though." She said smoothly, looking a Hermione in particular. Hermione gaped. A Malfoy, talking to a non-magical muggle, and trying to make friends? It was unheard of.
Hermione's mom and Narcissa chatted happily. "What the hell is talking Malfoy so long?" Hermione though. The more she thought about it, though, the more she realized that having her mom be friends with a witch would be kind of nice. Narcissa was very nice, as well. Especially for a Malfoy. However, it was her son that worried Hermione. The more time her mom and Narcissa spent together, the more time Malfoy and her would be forced to spend together.
Finially (after lots of waiting!) Draco Malfoy did come. "Hello mother" He replied stiffly, not noticing Hermione at first. "Drakie! I've missed you" Narcissa said as she hugged Draco. He was obviously not used to such love and compassion from his mother, considering that he hadn't seen her since his father had been sent to Azkaban, and before that, Lucius had complete control over her. He looked up at Hermione's mom. "Draco, meet Anna-Marie. Anna-Marie, meet Draco." Narcissa introduced them. "Oh yes, and I'm sure you two know each other?" Draco looked at Hermione and smirked. Hermione looked at Draco and glared. "Granger" he said coolly. "Malfoy" she rivaled in the same tone.
The mother's looked at each other. "Are you two not friends?" Anna-Marie (Hermione's mom) asked politely. The teens glared at each other. "No" they chorused. Narcissa was smirking. She knew why, and she didn't want Draco to despise people just because of their parentage. That was something Lucius did, and she had always hated it. She didn't need another Lucius, that was for sure. "And why, Draco, are you two not friends? She's very attractive, polite, and from what i've heard from you every year, she's the top of her class" Draco glared at his mother. "Shes a mud-uhh .. MUGGLE born, and you know what Father thinks of them" He replied smugly. He must have enraged his mother, because her eyes flashed. "Draco Anveras Malfoy, your father's teachings do not live in our household anymore. Don't you dare ever use the word "Mudblood" again" She shrieked, just loud enough to have an effect on Draco. He shrunk down from her over towering shadow.
Narcissa turned to Hermione's mom. "I'm so sorry about all of this, Anna-Marie." She said. "Would you like to come over to the Manor for some tea, and dinner later? I'd love to continue our conversation." Narcissa said smoothly. "Oh, that would be lovely!" Anna-Marie replied as she followed Narcissa to her car. "You have a car?" Hermione said, staring at the black sedan in front of her. "Of course Granger. Whats wrong, never seen one before?" Draco answered, smirking. His mother shot him a warning look. Hermione glared at Draco. "What I meant to imply is, not many wizarding families have cars. Most apparate, travel by floo, or fly." She said in a matter-of-factly tone. Narcissa opened the door for Anna-Marie, which left Draco and Hermione to sit in the back seat – together. Narcissa gave Draco a look. Draco sighed, and opened the door for Hermione. Hermione looked at Draco, she never knew that anyone could force him to be kind to muggle-borns. "Thanks" she said swiftly as she sat inside. Draco got in beside her.
In the car, Narcissa was teling Anna-Marie all about her husband. Hermione couldn't believe the events of today. Her mother and Narcissa were friends. Narcissa was telling her mother all about her life with Lucius. "Lucius had the Imperius curse on me, which is a curse that sends to straight to Azkaban if the ministry finds out. One day, my sister found out, somehow. She told the ministry, and that's why Lucius is in Azkaban. I wasn't always under the Imperius, though. For the first couple of years of our marriage, we were very happy. He was a different person. He didn't hate muggles, he wasn't a death eater, and he despised Voldemort. Then one day, he changed. I could have sworn HE was under the Imperius curse." She explained to her new friend. Seeing the slightly confused look on her face, she started to explain what Azkaban was, who Voldemort was, and what the Imperius curse was. Hermione looked at the expression on her mother's face. She looked horrified by the pain and anguist Narcissa had to deal with. "You poor thing!" Anna Marie exclaimed. Hermione slowly starting drifting away from the conversation. She cast a look at Draco. He platinum blonde hair wasn't gelled, it just fell loosely around his face. His eyes were ever so slightly like his mother's. Except, his were a steel grayish blue .. Full of power, status, strength, wealth. "Like what you see, Granger?" Malfoy sneered. Hermione looked startled. She glanced at the two mothers, who were deep in conversation about knitting. They wouldn't overhear anyway. "Only in your dreams, Malfoy. I was just thinking how very unlike you are compared to your mother. What happened?" She smiled, all too sweetly. Draco scowled.
"How did you manage to ruin my summer so quickly, Granger?" Malfoy said. Hermione stared at him. "You think I wanted this? I have much better things to you, Draco Malfoy." She snapped. "Well, at the rate they're going, we'll be seeing a lot of each other this summer. I know my mother, and she's being dying for female company for awhile now." Draco said, in an almost nice tone. "Mine too.." Hermione replying, thinking of how long her summer would truly be.
After approximately 45 minutes, they arrived at 10 foot black gates. Hermione wasn't surprised, she knew the Malfoy's were filthy rich. Her mother, on the other hand, was greatly surprised. "My goodness! What a gorgeous house!" She exclaimed as Narcissa drove the car through the gates. Just beyond the gates, there were huge gardens, and beyond that, a large black manor with golden lettering on the door that read "The Malfoy Manor".