One Destined Summer

Chapter2

Author: Cornette

Disclaimer: JK Rowling (Shes da best!)

"No." choked Hermione. She refused to believe what Draco Malfoy had said. It couldn't be!

"Yes." said Malfoy, with a calm smile that made his face looked sinisterly angelic.

"I'm not spending my summer holiday with you." cried Hermione in disgust. Draco Malfoy, in everybody's opinion –except Slytherin's and his small ranged friend- is an insufferable bastard.

"It couldn't be so bad. I'm the one who should be dreading this misfortune." retorted Malfoy, frowning. "And watch your manner, Granger. I always wonder if it comes from bad companion or just breed. "

Hermione's hand flew. But something strong held her wrist steady; it was Malfoy's hand. When her head shot up furiously, suddenly Hermione realize how tall he was. This is not a pale kid she once struck. Malfoy gave her wrist a bone crushing squeeze, and Hermione groaned.

"Tut, tut, tut, Granger, play nice." whispered Malfoy lowering both her hands and his voice.

"I hate you!" burst Hermione. She felt anger welled deep for six years in her throat. "You may be wealthy, you may be a pure blood, but you are an arrogant good-for-nothing! It's a shame you brag about things you got merely by birth! Look down at us, if you want to, but Harry is better than you."

There was a silence followed.

Hermione managed to wiggle off her hand as Malfoy's face grew pale. Did I touch his sore spot? This passed Hermione's head for seconds. Harry and Malfoy, they had same weakness, aren't they? But it was soon replaced by alarm when Malfoy seized both of her shoulder and pulled her flush into his. She lost her view totally as he blocked it and she was effectively stilled. Hermione could hear Malfoy's heartbeat. It frightened her to be this close to such person like him, whom she couldn't guess what he had in mind.

She shivered when Malfoy put his lips merely inch from her cheek. She felt his sharp intake of air. And it probably went on for hours or less than minutes until Malfoy spoke quietly.

"Am I really that awful?"

Hermione's chest was stabbed with something a lot similar to guilt.

"No, Malf-"

"You should try me, Granger. I happen to be free tonight; it didn't hurt to have a Gryffindor for change. My room is just down the corridor. I'll make you agree that I am the best." said Malfoy, his voice once again raspy and sneering.

Hermione jerked away, blushing furiously. She could have killed this stupid idiotic boy. He had tricked her that easily! Malfoy was still chuckling when Hermione glared up at him. He calmly took his former couch and began reading again.

"Go get dress for dinner. Mother wants to meet my so-called-tutor." said Malfoy, without looking up, waving his hand dismissively.

Hermione was so stung by his manner that she needed several minutes to gather herself. When she had mustered all her dignity, Hermione stomped over the door. She opened it, then suddenly tempted with idea to bang the door closed. It won't do, though, there's no way she letting him know how upset she was actually. Besides, it was too childish. In the end Hermione closed it as sharply as she could, head shot up indignantly. She had no idea that a pair of silvery eyes haunted her every movement.


Alfred made it harder. He began asking question about his "young master", whether Hermione found him appealing, etc. It hurts that this kind man adored Draco Malfoy, a true git. Amazing how blind Alfred was for these past years. When Hermione arrived in front of her "temporary" bedroom, she told Alfred slowly.

"He is a real nightmare, Alfred. A living one."

Hermione quickly entered her room, and let herself sank to Persian-rug covered floor. It took times until Alfred's heavy step eventually went away and faded. A tear ran down Hermione's face, for humiliation's sake. Malfoy had insulted her point sharp, as always, degraded her, showed that she didn't worth dusts in his shiny shoes. And she was so ashamed at herself that it got her. Secretly it hurt her terribly.

Hermione have great parents, and she should be thankful for it. It was not a sin if they were Muggles. She had same magical talent as Draco Malfoy. She knew that and she still couldn't prevent her bad feeling.

But why Draco Malfoy? Of all children who needs summer tutor it was his house, which Hermione went to. He was not even a child! Gone now the happy summer job she had been dreaming. She wondered whether Malfoy could treat her as human-a female one-, with feelings and basic needs. Hermione sighed, letting several tears made their way to the ground. She learned this from Parvati and Lavender, who said that if Hermione cried over boys, let her tears flow without rubbing it away. Do that or found your eyes red and sore after. She smiled weakly at that thought. Hermione "pooh"-ed them then, told them confidently she would never cry for such stupid reason. She did now, and for a boy she least expected.

Half and hour later, Hermione washed her face and changed her clothes. When she passed her travel bag, she frowned. Would she let Malfoy ill-treat her? She was in such condition that she couldn't do anything to avoid it. She was in his territory, not Hogwarts. Well, Grimmauld's Place seemed very homey from here, at least full of people she loved.

No, Hermione decided. She hadn't received any payment so she could always go out. Tonight, if it was possible. She realized she couldn't stand Malfoy. Not for two months. Hermione left her bag untouched. Just in case.

To be continued…


At last, chapter two is up! Ive read the two reviews, thanks. Im laughing my head off! You are absolutely right; it is not epilogue, but prolog. Heehee, my mistake. DracozGirl, hey, Im trying to write a longer chapter but decided to divide this into two chapter instead. Keep reading!

Well, this one had been hanging around in my head for weeks, so Im extremely relieved its done. - Got no time, you see? Im going to enter the university this year. Wish me luck! Last thing is, go on click the Next button cause chapter three is already UP! (Dont forget to review ;P)