A Dragon's Embrace

Chapter One: The Camp

Author: Volleyball-Setter

Summery: Hermione is a star…a soccer-star that is. Then she runs in to someone that she never thought she would at camp. What happens when they get along? What will people at Hogwarts say, even before they find out that she is Voldemort's daughter? (D/H)

Disclaimer: I wish, but I ain't, so don't.

Rating: PG for now. It will go up in later chappies.

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A/N: 'Mia' is pronounced 'ME-ah' (Think of 'Mia Hamm'), Also this is my first fanfic and I don't have a beta. I have done my best, but there will still be some mistakes.

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Hermione Granger looked at the freshly cut soccer field and breathed in the crisp smell of newly cut grass. 'It feels good to be back,' she started to think before a tiny bundle of energy knocked her down.

"Mia! You're back! You're back!" screamed the tiny 'bundle' in a very American accent.

'I never do get used to all of the people from the states and their way of talking.' That was really sad because she had been going to the international camp for years and there were always tons of Americans. Snapping out of her thoughts she answered the bundle that was still hugging her mid-section. "Hi Emma. It is good to see you too, but can you get off me? I can't breath," Hermione, or Mia as she was called at camp, replied.

"Sorry Mia! I was just so happy to see you!"

When she heard this Mia couldn't help but smile at the younger girl who looked at her as a role model. 'It feels good to have someone look up at you because of something other then my brains.'

Hermione had started playing soccer at a very young age and had been going to this camp since the summer before her first year at Hogwarts. Now in her seventh year and at 17 she was old enough to help teach the skills and become a camp councilor.

The camp was one of the best soccer camps in the world and every year scouts from all sorts of different teams stopped by and often found a new hidden talent. Many accepted of course, but Hermione was always the 'one who got away.' She always refused to join any team even though she had the skills that could rival Mia Hamm or Brianna Scurry. In fact that is how she got her nickname, Mia.

"Hello, Mia, are you in there? MIA!" A loud voice cut into her thoughts and brought her back to earth.

"Oy! Sorry Emma!"

"No problem. I was just saying how lucky you are to be a councilor this year," Emma restated.

"Em. That isn't anything great."

"Whatever, lets go and get you checked in…I think if we don't hurry the campers will probably beat us!"

"Ha, ha. So not funny, Emma," Mia retorted as she grabbed her bags. "The reason I had to come here three days early was most likely only so you could slow me down." Mia had needed to leave home three days earlier then the years before because she needed to get her list of duties and get accustomed to her new role of teacher not student. She knew that, but she just couldn't resist poking fun at her friend's energetic greeting. "Okay Emma. I got everything so let us go to your mum's office to check in," she said.

"Mia! I told you a million-"

"-Times not to point out that your mum runs the place. I know. I know."

"Yeah, and you always do."

"So what Emma. No one cares but you," Mia replied distractedly, trying to juggle her things and still be able to get up the steep trail that lead to the kitchen, offices, lodge, cabins, and all the other buildings. 'Bloody hell. I hate this hill. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!'

Finally, getting to the top of the hill, Mia allowed herself to listen once again to Emma's ranting about how bad it was for the campers-no everyone to know your mum was in charge of the camp. Mia had the speech memorized by heart because it never changed, but still you never know.

"-Not only that, but then the other kids treat you like you're more important, or ask you for favors, or-" Emma ranted 'till Mia stopped her.

"-Will tease you endlessly. Seriously Emma, NO ONE CARES! Your mum is a great soccer player, one of the smartest women I know, and everybody that does know that she is your mum doesn't think a minuet about it."

"About what, darlings?" A soft, kind voice behind them asked.

"That you are Emma's mum," Mia replied, totally feed up with the subject that came up all the time.

The youthful, Tina Blackburn laughed at her daughter's antics. Tall, blonde, blue eyed, and quiet, Tina was nothing like her five-foot even, brunette, green-eyed daughter. Where Emma was muscular in her legs, arms and totally fit, Tina was willowy and graceful. Emma would speak her mind, while Tina would wait with a patience to strike that would make even a Slytherin proud. But both women were truly stubborn and had a very deep love and talent for soccer.

"Hello Mia. I hope that the school of yours treated you well."

"Yes, Tina, it was a very…eventful year," Mia replied. She started to think of all the trouble that Harry, Ron, and she got in this year, when something Tina said caught her attention.

"What was that? Sorry Tina, I was day-dreaming," apologized Mia.

"Nothing to worry about dear. I was just saying that we might have a surprise at the end of the camp; but enough of that, lets go get you settled and filled up with good camp food. Later we are going to have a friendly game, once all of the staff get here."

"Okay, I want to go and drop my things off and wash up first. So do you happen to know what cabin I am staying in?" Mia replied. She didn't even bother asking about the 'surprise' because Tina was no dumb blonde and could take a secret to her grave.

"Sure Mia. You're going to be staying in cabin B; it is your old cabin so you should be familiar with it. Also this year we will have more lake time so you will have the best spot," Tina supplied the information and then continued, "Make sure that the girls fallow the rules and have fun. You will have to be a little more watchful because cabin A is next to yours and a male cabin this year. You can handle it, can't you?"

"No problem, Tina. You know me. Oh! For the match later today, should I just wear my gear down, or just bring it to the kitchens?" Mia asked.

"Oh, just wear your junk, it doesn't really matter," supplied Emma. She was getting tired of the two older women talking on and on. Come on, she is only 15.

"Fine, fine. Hey Emma? What cabin are you staying in this year?" Mia asked as she waved bye to Tina who had to go and finished some business at the office.

Emma looked at Mia like she had grown two extra heads like Fluffy. "Mia, are you really that stupid or what? I am always in cabin B just the same as you."

Seeing the fool she had just made of herself, she blushed and answered, "Oh, I must be really tired. Come on lets go and freshen up before lunch."

With that the two young women entered the log cabin.

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Later that day, while they were getting set up for the soccer game, a pair of strong arms came around Mia's tiny waist. At the same time a masculine voice whispered into her ear, "Is this my little Mia?"

The girl in question squealed in delight as she turned around to hug the strong body that was attached to the very strong arms.

"Nick! You're here!" Mia squealed again at one of her closest friends, after Harry and Ron of course.

"Yeah, I am. My Mia, you sure have grown," Nick said, giving her a good look. "I think should get you a guard dog to keep the boys at bay."

"Shut up Nick," Mia protested. Inside though, she was pleased that someone had noticed the makeover that she had allowed Ginny Weasly to do to her before she left for camp. Ginny had helped her find a spell that permanently straitened her hair, added blonde and light brown highlights, and cut her hair. Now it a few inches below her shoulders and sleek and glossy.

That plus the unnoticed figure that had appeared very slowly under the school robes. She was a complete knockout.

Long, sleek, but strong legs were shown off by light blue Adidas soccer shorts, a tight, white, spandex work out top showed off a flat stomach with a trim, tucked in waist and curvy hips. Her top was no longer flat but was perfect for her tiny frame of 5' 3". And to add to that she had a flawless, golden, natural tan.

"Mia, I can't help it if I say the truth," Nick tried to defend himself.

"Well, that is one truth that I DON'T want to hear from you, okay?"

"Yes ma'am," he answered quietly mocking.

"Good. Now are you going to get ready to play some soccer or what?"

"Hell yeah. I'll be back in a second." And with that Nick ran off into the cabins to change.

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What you think? That was the first chappie, and I will update as soon as I type up the second chappie. (I have it written, just not typed).

Please R/R and be nice, this is my first fanfic I have posted.