Hermione gazed over the emerald ocean and wished longingly that the holidays weren't almost over. It felt like only yesterday that she had arrived in Greece. Sighing, she smiled as she looked at the spectacular view.

"Mum, do I really have to leave before you? I mean a whole week before school starts? That's tonnes of time to buy books and get supplies. Why can't I go with you on your flight?" she whined.

"Because, we've already booked your flight and besides, don't you want to see Harry and Ron?"

"Yeah, but…."

"No arguments! You will be on that plane tomorrow and that's final."

Realising it was a hopeless case, Hermione sneaked a final glace and headed into her room at the hotel. Packing with precision, she carefully folded her clothes into the suitcase. It was her school suitcase that had been enchanted to expand to whatever size was necessary. It occurred to her that she could just shove everything in, but that would go against her nature. Besides, she thought, her clothes were too nice to ruin. Over summer she had filled out in all the right places. With shapely hips and a D cup bust, her body could easily be called 'hot'. That is if she didn't wear her preferred style of clothing, lose enough to hide her figure. After being ignored by guys for so long it really annoyed her, the way they stared .When her parents and she had gone on a trip through the Greek Islands, the local guys had stared at her. At first she thought maybe they'd never seen a bikini before, but soon it became apparent that they were looking at more than her new bathers. The several guys trying to feel her up were a definite indication. Actually, she had really liked one of the guys, Nick. Nick had listened; Nick had been interested in her opinions. They had debated politics, cultures, movies and books. She had honestly believed that he was interested in her for her intelligence. Unfortunately, if it seems too good to be true, it usually is. As soon she trustingly accepted his invitation to go exploring his island, he jumped her. Too shocked to react at first, he pinned her to the ground and began to run his hands over her body. Savagely kissing her throat, he moved his assault down to her breasts. Letting out an involuntary moan from this brutal treatment, Hermione snapped into focus. This was not going to happen. Her first time would be with someone special to her, someone who loved her more than life itself. Unwilling to be the victim of rape, she shifted her centre of balance and began to passionately kiss Nick back. Surprised by her response, Nick let his guard down. They tumbled in the long grass until Hermione was on top, with her knees resting over him. Both teenagers were breathing heavily as she leaned over his face.

"So, Hermione, are you glad I brought you here, babe?"

"Well, Nick, I think I am. I thought that I wouldn't get to do this until much later in life"

"Get to make-out with a gorgeous hunk?"

"Not quite, I meant getting to bash the living shit out of a total creep"

"Huh…?"

Before he could move, Hermione swung her knee directly into his crotch and rammed her palm up into his nose. The blood from his broken nose exploded over Nick as Hermione proceeded to bash his face in with a nearby branch. Now on her feet, Hermione swiftly kicked her steal-capped army boots into his stomach and watched as he failed to get up.

"Next time you try to pull that one on an innocent tourist ... remember most girls can fight better than me" With that she gave his crotch another vicious kick "Asshole". Satisfied, she left the poor excuse for a guy to painfully crawl his way back to the town.

She shuddered as the memories flooded her mind. That experience would forever teach her to not believe human goodwill; that trust had to be earned.

That night, something roused her from the folds of her comfy hotel bed. Bleary eyed, she looked about to see what disturbed her. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't visually locate anything unusual. Then she heard it. Softly wafting through the night air, a sweet melody reached Hermione's ears. Sad, yet longing, the chords brought tears to her eyes and roused something inside of her. A feeling of warmth swept over her and she felt compelled to follow the melodious tune. The thrum of music resounded in her heart, and unable to control herself, she rose and followed the sound. Desperate to discover what made this angelic sound, she almost instinctively knew where to go. Creeping down the halls, she had a nagging suspicion that she was being called. Worse still, was she knew that her curiosity would get the better of her. Whoever wanted to met her was using magical means. She could almost see the shimmer in the air.

A single thought and a slight moment of hesitation caused the almost magnetic pull on her to triple. Yanked of her feet, she rose and drifted down to the beach and over the water. Mist clouded her vision as she came to rest gently on a small rocky island. With the unnaturally cold night air biting at her, she realised that being dressed in only a thin nightgown wasn't the best wardrobe choice.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" An eerie silence answered her question.

"I know you're there…. Who was that singing? Please come out." Irritated by the silence Hermione got aggressive.

"Look, I know you led me here. What do you want? If I have to keep talking to rocks all night, I am going straight back into my nice, warm, hotel bed and you can forget about me ever helping you!"

Seemingly from nowhere, the haunting melody began again, and the water near the edge of the rocky island glowed a pure gold. The water bubbled and before Hermione's eyes, a beautiful finned woman emerged from the watery depths. Golden scales patterned across the slim pearl-white body, and a white glow seemed to emit from every pore.

Stunned, Hermione asked, "Er, do you need a towel?"

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