A/N: OMG it took me like two months to update this story, but I think the wait was worth it. And without further ado…

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She said
"you're a touch overrated,
you're a lush and I hate it,
but these grass stains on my knees
they won't mean a thing"

Excerpts from "You're So Last Summer" by Taking Back Sunday.

Hermione padded around her room with a sheet in her hand. She had grown restless over her second week of vacation. She had decided to go out on a limb and turn in applications in all the shops that were hiring near Coppingham.

Not even thirty minutes had passed when she had received a phone call from Nick's Grocery Shoppe. They were in desperate need of a cashier and were short handed, and had called her for an interview the following hour. The manager, a small plump women named Greta had been so impressed by Hermione's interview answers that she hired her on the spot.

The procedure was to be simple, Hermione would be a cashier for the summer, memorize the numbers of all the produce in the store, learn to scan, and the simple chores that accompanied the jobs. In all respect, Hermione was stoked to start her new job. Her parents had favored with her and told her it was better than lying in her bed reading all day, that at least she would be using her time wisely. Hermione walked back and forth in the room, memorizing the PLU'S for oranges and apples and other fruits.

She had already nearly memorized all the vegetables. Her first day of work would be that Saturday, and Hermione couldn't be more prepared. As Saturday approached, Hermione kept herself busy in the morning waiting for her afternoon shift. As she walked to the small store, she sniffed the breezy salt air and breathed in the smell of the ocean.

With a small clink of the bell attached to the door, Hermione walked into the store with a brave agenda. Greta was already sitting behind the counter, waiting for her with a big smile on her face.

"Oh Hermione! You arrived 10 minutes early before your actual shift!" Greta said as she ushered her behind the counter.

Hermione managed a small smile and and clocked in the device behind her. Hermione put on her green apron and pinned on her name badge. She felt as if it were gonna be a long afternoon.

As the afternoon dragged on, Hermione had managed to piss one old lady off by accidentally bagging her wine with her eggs. The old lady had tsked at her and walked out with her nose in the air. Even more embarrassing, her parents had dropped by to purchase cilantro and to see their daughter in action. Hermione propped her elbows on the black Formica and let out a long sigh. Two hours had passed and not a single customer had dropped by.

Draco strolled along the cobbled streets and whistled as he passed numerous shops. His days in the shitty town were numbering and he couldn't stand it any longer. Of couse his mother had been actually thrilled with the small picturesque town and had moved their entourage, herself and Draco to a two story property on the beach.

Draco really didn't mind the house, it was small and comfortable, a world away from the lavish Malfoy Manor. Draco spent his days holed in his room, bouncing a green ball on the ceiling while he lied on his bed and stared at the ceiling for hours. His mother never noticed, and was always away on either business ventures or keeping up with her newest conquest, an Italian warlock named Tiziano.

Draco was disgusted by this fact and refused to come anywhere the wanker was. The truth was that Draco was in desperate need to practice any magic. Sure, he had spent countless summers without, and another reason being that it was illegal to practice magic in school. But what Draco really need was the thrill and the excitement it gave him. It lured and addicted him like a drug. But Draco had resisted the temptation, and had picked up a muggle addiction. Smoking. It wasn't that hard of a habit to resist, and he loved the fruit flavored cigars.

He'd spend his evening lounging around the beach with a cigarette in his mouth, and a flock of girls staring at him and whispering. But Draco kept his distance. The last thing he needed was some muggle girls lusting after him. That was another factor. His sexual drive had gone way down since coming to Coppingham. He hadn't had a shag since before leaving Hogwarts, and that was unheard of for a Malfoy.

Draco pushed back dirty thoughts from his mind and stopped at a store. The outside was painted in green with blue trim, and in curvy letters was "Nick's Grocery Shoppe." Draco smirked. All his food at home had either been organic or flown in from their favorite wizard grocer in Wiltshire.

His mother didn't dare set foot in a dingy muggle grocery. His eyes flickered to the window, where he caught sight of a lone girl with her back to him. Long ringlets of brown hair cascaded to her shoulders, and her thin frame was tied with a green apron and a jeans and a plain white shirt. Something intrigued Draco, and before he knew it, he was walking into the store. The girl whipped around, her features snarling at an instant.

It was Hermione.

Hermione's insides raged as Draco saunted over to her. His stupid mouth was already formed into a smirk. He rested his hands on the counter and wagged a eyebrow.

" I didn't know you were working here Granger, what a cute little job for a muggle." He replied in a mock tone

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Waste your time somewhere else Malfoy, I don't have time for your vulgerness at the moment."

Draco laughed and walked around the display of fresh peaches on a old rickety green stand. He grabbed one and flipped it in the air and caught it.

"Put that back! Don't play with it if you're not going to buy it!" she shrieked, rising a thrill in Draco.

Draco continued flipping the peach in the air and catching it. Before Hermione could protest again, Draco bit into the peach. He gave her a huge smile as he sucked into the peach. The juices oozed on his chin, leaving Hermione gaping. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned over the counter, and placed his lips to her ear, ever so discretely so only she could listen.

" This is just the beginning of the summer Granger, you best be prepared." He blew into her ear, sending ripples of warmness through out her body.

As he pulled back, he walked towards the door , stood for a moment and mouthed the word "bitch.".