A/N - Hope you enjoy this. It might get a bit mushy in places but in the end this is a Hermione/Blaise fic NOT Hermione/Draco - soooooo overused (but still good to read)
Disclaimer - I own nothing of this fic except the plot and Samantha (sort of). The rest belongs to the totally fabulous J.K.Rowling.
Chapter 1 - Nowhere to hide
Samantha Perry sat down hard on the checked picnic blanket, which was spread over the soft sand on Penzance's main beach. She kicked off her sandals and edged forward to dabble her feet in the cool waters of the sea.
Her life seemed pretty good on the outside, by anyone's standards. She was tall and slim, with blonde hair that came down to the middle of her back. The 22-year old had just finished Cambridge University with a very respectable law degree - Cum Laude in fact. She was one of those girls who were just too darn popular for their own good really - especially with men. She was clever, sporty, musical, one of the people who seem to be brilliant at everything they do. But those people, she knew, attracted enemies as quickly as they did friends. Fortunately for her, Sam was also very kind and helpful and didn't get many enemies. Not any more.
Lost in her own thoughts, Sam absent-mindedly twisted a strand of her honey-blonde hair round her finger, contemplating the fact that that same hair seemed to get progressively darker and browner every day. She couldn't let it do that. Definitely not. Back to the tried and tested hair dye and lemon juice method then, she thought, almost laughing. She stopped giggling as soon as she started though. It was certainly not a laughing matter. Her hair was her shield, her protection. Without her hair there was nowhere in the living world she could hide. Without her hair to shield her from the past, there was only one option left…