Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own Jack!
There Are No Words: Chapter 1
Hermione woke up in a small twin-sized bed at seven in the morning to her alarm clock. She clicked the off button and threw her unblanketed legs over the edge of the bed.
"Hermione, dear? Are you up?" Her mother asked in a warm, raised tone from down the hall.
"Yes mum," she tiredly shouted back, yawning.
"Good girl." She smiled and continued cooking breakfast.
Hermione caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and groaned.
'Amazing what I look like in the morning,' she thought, trying to smooth down her frizzy hair.
She grabbed her white robe from off of her chair and exited her room, shutting the door behind her.
"Hey, mum?"
"Yes, Hermione?" She asked, placing plates, silverware and glasses on the table.
"I'm going to take a shower. I'll be right out. Can you please take my green sweater out of the dryer? It'll be able to fit Jack if you don't." She smiled and dragged her feet down the hallway and into the bathroom.
Hermione turned on the water and placed it at the perfect warm temperature. Stripping herself of her dad's old football (A/N: To us Americans it's soccer, but to the British it's football.) shirt.
About ten minutes later Hermione was out of the shower and into her soft, white robe. She picked up a comb and combed her wet curls, flinching every time one snagged on the teeth of the comb.
She finished combing out her hair and exited the steamy bathroom.
"Is breakfast ready yet, mum?" She asked her mom, opening up her bedroom door.
"Nearly, dear," Her mum replied, flipping the eggs.
Hermione shut and locked her door. She grabbed her favorite worn out jeans and white tank top and threw them on her bed.
"No big entrance for me this year. I guess I'll leave all of that to Lavendar and Parvati." She muttered to herself.
Hermione hadn't really changed much over the years, aside from straightening her teeth and the usual growing that teenage girls go through. She still had her frizzy hair, which was more than halfway down her back down. And her childish freckles, which she never tried to mask with make-up. The same old Hermione.
"The same old, boring Hermione." She sighed.
"Breakfast is ready, 'Mione." Her mother knocked on the door 3 times.
"Oh. Thanks. Be there in a minute." Hermione said, walking over to her wardrobe and pulling out a bra and underwear from the first drawer.
She quickly threw her clothes on and ran out of her door.
"Mum, did you take out my green sweater out like I asked?" She panicked, because it was her favorite zip-up sweater.
"Yes, I hung it on the line out back." She said. "But hurry up, breakfast is getting cold."
"Yes, ma'am." Hermione darted through the kitchen and out of the back door to her yard.
Well, it wasn't much of a yard, seeing as how Hermione's family didn't have much money. They barley got by on Mr. Granger's salary because her mother was just fired from yet another job. They moved to a small little neighbourhood just outside of London.
WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!
A loud barking filled Hermione's ears, as a border collie leaped up on her and starting licking her as if she were the best thing he's ever seen.
"Down, Jack. Down." She smiled petting him and pushing him back down, but it was no use. He kept jumping and knocked her to the ground, laughing.
"C'mon Jack!" She forced out in-between giggles.
"Heya Hermione," a voice cooed from over the fence.
She immediately knew who it was. "Hello James," She groaned.
James was the bully in the neighbourhood and he loved picking on Hermione. Her parents just say he has a huge crush on her.
"I was afraid for your dog's life there, Granger. I thought he would get stuck in your hair." He evilly laughed to himself.
He reminded her of a certain someone at Hogwarts. She growled. She had a jerk for both homes.
"Well, as much as I love your insults, James, I won't be hearing them for a while." She replied, sarcastically, getting up and brushing the dirt from her pants. She patted Jack and gave him a kiss on the head.
"Why not?" He climbed to get a better grip on the fence.
"I'm going away to stay with my cousin in Scotland." Hermione grabbed her green sweater from off of the clothes line.
"But school's about to start soon," he responded, rather quickly, I might add.
"So it is. Good Day, James." She slipped her coat over her white tank top, zipping it up and opening the door to go inside, but Jack beat her in.
"But, Hermione-"James moved to jump over the fence, but fell back instead with a crash.
Hermione stepped inside laughing and closed the door behind her. She headed to the table and sat down with a thud, sighing.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Her mother put down the morning paper and looked at her daughter.
"Nothing big, really. It's just that it's my final year and Hogwarts and I'm really going to miss it." Hermione picked at the food on her plate.
"Aww. That's how I was in my final year at Kensington." Her mother took her glasses off and cleaned them. "But then I met your father and I fell in love. And I knew everything would be okay." She smiled and put her glasses back on.
"Right." She picked up some bacon and fed it to Jack, who was begging at the side of the table.
"Hermione. That's perfectly good food. Why are you wasting it?" She asked, tapping her foot.
"I told you yesterday that I was becoming a vegetarian." Hermione began to get into lecture-mode. "Do you know how many animals are killed-"
"Oh no. Another one of her speeches!" Her father chuckled coming down the hall. "I'm running late dear, no time for breakfast."
"You're not coming to see me off at the Platform?" Hermione pleaded.
"That's today? I'm sorry, 'Mione. I completely forgot. I'll make it up to you when you get back. I'll take you and your mum to Paris." He smiled, finishing his tie. He put his coat and kissed Hermione on the head. "I'm off to work. Love you, pumpkin."
"Love you too, dad." She sadly smiled, thinking about his empty promises. She knew they could never afford to go to Paris. They were barely making enough money to buy laundry detergent every week.
Her father left and while her mother wasn't looking, she put her plate on the floor and got a banana from the kitchen counter.
"I feel so bad for dad," she said, opening up her banana and taking a bite, jumping up onto the counter.
Her mother put down the paper, with tears in her eyes. "I know he means well. It's just his way of denying his problems. He hardly makes the rent. There aren't that many customers at his office anymore. They all want to go to the new dentist in town."
"I'm sorry, mum. Well, let's look at the bright side. Now that I'm going back to Hogwarts, you won't need to buy things for me. You could save money there."
"No, honey. It's not your fault. It's mine. I can't keep a damn job." She hit her fist against the table and tears poured from her eyes. "Just. Go get your luggage."
Hermione sadly hopped off the counter while her mother got up and called a cab.
Jack finished gobbling up Hermione's breakfast and followed her to her room. He nudged her leg.
"Hey mate." She crouched down and hugged him. "You, know. You're the only friend I have here in the muggle world. Be mum's friend. Take care of her while dad's not here."
He gave her a sloppy kiss on the face.
"WOOF!" And Jack ran out of the room.
She smiled, kissed his head and stood back up. She made her bed and picked up her robe, hanging it on the back of her door.
Hermione grabbed the chapstick out of her pocket, put some on and went to the corner of her room and grabbed the handle of her suitcase that was strapped to her other suitcases, so she could pull it all at once.
Walking out of the door, she turned the light off and closed it behind her.
"Ready to go, mum." Hermione walked down the hall and into the kitchen, where her mother was grabbing some money from their secret jar on top of the refrigerator.
"I'd better let Jack back out." Wiping a tear from her eye, she called the dog and let it out side, locking the door once she closed it again.
Hermione grabbed two bottles of water from the refrigerator and they left the house, her mothering locking the door.
They waited in the drive for 10 minutes before the cab showed up.
The cab driver got out, grabbed Hermione's things and put them in the trunk.
"Where to, then?" His cockney accent was strong.
"King's Cross Station, please." Hermione said as the cab driver winked at her.
'Disgusting pig. He must be, like, sixty. He must have a granddaughter my age by now.' She wrinkled her nose and tried not to pay attention to him looking at her in the rearview mirror.
Her mother was still crying, and she was patting her on the back and whispering that everything would be alright in her ear.
After 20 minutes in the car, they arrived at the train station.
"Please wait here. My mother will be back in around 20 minutes or so. She needs a ride back to our home."
He nodded and they all got out to open the trunk.
"I'll need some cash to make sure you aren't scamming me. That'll be 25 pounds."
Hermione looked at her mother, who was reluctantly going to open her purse.
"Don't worry about it, mom. I've got it." Hermione pulled 50 pounds out of her pocket and handed 25 of it to the man and the other 25 to her mother. "This is for the ride home."
"No, that's your money." Her mother tried to give it back
"Really what would I do with it at Hogwarts?" She smiled and her mother took it, while the man gave her a weird look.
They got her trunk out and walked into the crowded train station, only stopping to buy a token to get in and to get a luggage cart. They finally reached platform 9 ¾ and She gave her mother a kiss goodbye.
"Love you, mum."
Her mother hugged her tight and kissed her back. "Love you too, dear."
"I'm off, then." Hermione gave one look back and ran as fast as she could through the platform and moving as fast as she could towards the magnificent red train.
She walked along nervous first year kids and old friends, wondering where Harry and Ron were. Probably in their usual compartments. She smiled.
"Can I take your bags, miss?" called an attractive boy, with a ridiculous yellow uniform on.
"Uhm…sure." She smiled and handed him her cart. "Thank you."
"It's my job." He nodded at her and took her cart to the end of the train.
She jumped onto the train with a huge smile and began walking faster towards the compartments, when all of the sudden she tripped and flew forward.
Hermione heard laughing from all around her and got up with a bright red face.
"Oops. I didn't mean to put my foot there." An evil voice, cooed.
'Oh great. Just ignore him, Hermione.' She tried to laugh at herself and nervously smiled, turning around.
"Trying not to look like an idiot, Granger?" Draco smirked, nudging Crabbe in the side.
"Too late." Crabbe bursted out.
All of the Slytherins in the compartment laughed.
"You're insufferable." She stood firmly in her place, glaring at him.
"Ouch. Be brave, little Gryffindor. Say something that actually hurts." Draco leaned against the compartment door, examining his perfectly manicured nails. Compliments of the house elf slaves, of course.
"Nothing could hurt you. You're heart is cold."
"Tell me something I don't know Granger. I'm sure you could. You've read every book on the planet."
"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny, Malfoy."
"We thought it was, right guys?" He asked the Slytherins, who all gave an obviously fake evil laugh.
"There are no words to describe how much I hate you, Malfoy." She glared, holding onto the wand in her sweater pocket.
He sauntered over to her and stood towering over her five-foot-four frame.
"There's one word to describe how much I hate you." He grinned.
"Oh yeah, and what's that?"
He leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"Mudblood."
And then she smacked him straight across the face, coloring his pale face with red.
Ahhhh…I new story. I got so many reviews on my other stories about the HP characters being OOC (Out of Character)…so. I decided to write a love story about Hermione and Draco where they would be in Character! They would have the comebacks they would always have and actually be themselves. Let's see how it turns out. I hope you guys like the idea. I'm sorry this was long, but I wanted to give a little background information first. I might not be updating this a lot, but you guys might not even like this story.
Well, as always…PLEASE REVIEW!
Love, Anastaja