A Summer to Remember

Summary:
It's summer. Hermione Granger has just gotten back from Hogwarts, and was falling back into her muggle ways. What happens when she goes to her youth group one night, and sees someone she didn't think she would have to deal with for the rest of the summer? Scheming parents and match-making friends are included in this story, so much excitement to come! (=

Time-Line: After their 6th year, summer before their 7th. They would be 16 or just 17.
A/U, pretty much disregarding everything after book 4, except Cedric never died and Voldemort is still gone. No war, everything is pretty much totally calm.

A/N:
Hey everyone! This is my first ever fanfiction, and I am really excited about it! (: Let me know what you all think, I'd love to get a bunch of reviews! This first chapter was originally going to be two different chapters, but I decided to put them together as one. : D I have already started the new chapter two, so hopefully it'll be up soon! It should get much more exciting than this chapter in a while. Please review, and I hope you enjoy reading it! (=

Chapter One: Coming Home

Word Count: 2692

It was summer. Hermione Granger had just gotten home from her sixth year of Hogwarts a week ago, and she was loving living as a muggle again. Now, don't get me wrong, she loved being a witch at Hogwarts. It was just that sometimes it was nice to not worry about bloodlines, and being nagged about being a muggle born. One down thing was that she always missed Harry and Ron dreadfully. It was now a Thursday, and Thursdays during the summer meant youth group. She hadn't gone last week because she had just gotten home and was settling in, but this week she was excited to be going again. Being around a bunch of muggles made her feel...normal. And being normal was an amazing feeling.

Hermione checked to make sure that what she was wearing was appropriate for the occasion, and realized she should change into a pair of jeans. She did so, also changing her shirt into a thin long-sleeved shirt that was a pretty light blue. She then packed up her bag, putting in her itouch and a few books (you could never be sure when you might need a book...), put her wand in her pocket, and headed out to the car her parents had gotten her for her sixteenth birthday.

"Bye mum, bye dad!" she called as she shut the door behind her. The car was a small, red, Volkswagen. Hermione loved her car. It was totally muggle; didn't have an inch of magic in or about it. She hopped in behind the drivers seat, pulling out her keys and sticking them in the ignition. She put it in reverse, backed out of the driveway, and then drove away. Hermione had gotten her drivers license just recently, and was always still glad when she could pull out of the driveway on her own.

The church that her youth group was at was about a 15 minute drive from her house, so it didn't take long to arrive. It was a church of a nice size, not huge but also not small. It was brown brick, making it plain, but it was still beautiful. There were multiple gardens surrounding the entire building, ones that she had helped plant herself. She parked in the big lot that encircled two sides of the church, and just sat there for a minute. She looked through her bag, making sure everything was there, then made sure her wand wasn't visible.

Hermione climbed out of her car and headed over to the door. About five cars were scattered around the lot, which meant most people were already here. She glanced at her watch and saw she was about ten minutes late. She pulled open the door, entering, but in the process she accidentally dropped her bag, making her stuff spill out.

"Ah, dang it..." she muttered, crouching down to pick up her stuff. As she was stuffing a book back into her bag, she heard a very familiar squeal.

"HERMIONE!" Her friend, Alyssa (Or Aly), called out to her. Looking up, Hermione saw her best friend since childhood running over to her. She grinned and stood up, opening her arms and giving Aly a hug.

"You are finally back! It seemed like you were gone for forever!" she gushed, referring to her time at Hogwarts. Aly was her only friend that knew about Hermione being a witch. Everyone else thought that she went to a boarding school over the winter.

"Yeah, I know. It's good to be back." she replied. They hooked arms and started walking down the small hall that led to the lobby area.

"You will never guess what happened last week. This new guy started coming, and he is totally hot! This week he brought a friend who isn't so bad looking either." Aly said suggestively, wiggling her eyebrows at Hermione. She elbowed her in the side, scowling playfully.

"You know that I'm not interested, Aly. Cut it with the boys." she replied. Aly poured but let it go. As they made it to the lobby and went through the doorway that went directly to the gym, she continued to ask Hermione questions about her sixth year.

"So, how was it? Any more exciting adventures with Harry and Ron?" she asked, always interested in the boys. Hermione shook her head, letting Aly know that even if there was she couldn't tell her. As they entered the gym, Hermione said a hello to multiple people, including Mr. Kunkel, the youth leader. After a few minutes of standing and talking while they waited for the sport that they were playing to start (the volleyball net was up, which Hermione was very happy about), Aly squeezed her arm and whispered while pointing behind Hermione.

"Look, there they are! The two new guys!" Hermione looked over her shoulder, to where her friend was pointing. She saw a flash of pale blond hair that was eerily familiar before Mr. Kunkel called for their attention.

"I'll take a look when I can later," she whispered back to Aly. Mr. Kunkel was picking team captains, and it looked as if he was pointing at her. She walked up towards where Mr. Kunkel was standing, while he continued to talk.

"Today we have a new person with us. Introduce yourself, please." he said.

"Draco Malfoy." said a stuck up, very familiar voice right as Hermione turned around. When she made the full turn and stopped, her eyes immediately collided with a pair of steely gray ones.

Crap.

Hermiones eyes bugged out of her head as she realized who this new person Aly had been talking about was. Standing next to him was none other than Blaise Zabini, who must have been the one Aly had her eye on. What were they doing here? With a bunch of muggles!

"Okay then, Draco, you can be the other team captain." Mr. Kunkel said, bringing Hermione out of her thoughts and into reality. Hermione looked away from him then as he began to walk over to stand next to her.

"Something wrong, Granger?" he asked with a sneer.

"Oh, shut up Malfoy." she said back rudely. She then proceeded to cross her arms across her chest and turn herself on a slant so that she was facing everyone else more than him. After they decided who would pick first (he won that, the lucky little ferret), the two separate teams went to their side of the net. The team captains always served first, so both Malfoy and her went to the far right corners of their sides. Since Malfoy had picked first, Hermione got first serve. Hopefully she wouldn't make a fool of herself, especially in front of the two Slytherins.

When she hit it, the volleyball went flying over the net, going very fast. It landed in between Malfoy and the person standing next to him, which happened to be Zabini. They both flinched slightly when it happened, and Hermione grinned. Malfoy shot her a icy glare, while Zabini just snickered at their exchange like they were toddlers. The ball was passed back to her, and the game continued.

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After the game had finished, the winning team was gloating. And it wasn't Hermione's team. Turns out both Malfoy and Zabini had mad serving skills, as well as playing skills. She figured it was from Quidditch. Oh well, she would get them both later if they played four square...

"Beaten at your own game, eh Granger?" that annoying voice filled her head again. She turned to look at Malfoy as they were both walking towards the annex, where they had lessons. Alyssa was on her right, Malfoy on her left and Zabini to his left.

"Shut it, ferret. Just wait until after lesson; I'll beat you so bad in four square you'll be crying for your mum. What the heck are you doing here, anyway, with a bunch of muggles?" Hermione replied to him, keeping her face forward so as not to look at his disgustingly pale face, hair and eyes. She looked to her right at Alyssa, pointed at the two wizards on her left and said,

"They are from Hogwarts, Aly. Slytherin. The pale-headed ferret is Malfoy, the one I've told you about." Aly's eyes widened and her mouth shaped into a perfect 'o' of awe. She peeked around Hermione's shoulder at Malfoy and Zabini, the former of which was glaring at the back of Hermione's head.

"Hi!" she squeaked. "I'm Alyssa, but everyone calls me Aly. I agree with Hermione, why are you here? I thought she said you believed all that pureblood junk and-" Aly cut off abruptly at the glare from Hermione, smiling at he in apology.

"Pleasure. And it's good to know you talk about me, Granger. I always knew you fancied me. And I seriously doubt that you will be able to beat me at anything, considering you are a mudblood. And as to why I am here, Blaise dragged me along because I lost a...a bet, I suppose you could call it. But seeing as how nice it is to be able to beat you in sport, Granger, I think I just might keep on coming." Malfoy said, a triumphant smirk on his face. Hermione scowled, but kept facing forward. She dearly hoped he wasn't serious, because if he was this would be one heck of a terrible summer.

They arrived at the annex then, Hermione and Aly going to one side of the table, and Malfoy and Zabini going to the other. As they sat down, Aly started whispering to Hermione before Mr. Kunkel was there.

"Holy crap, Hermione, you never told me that Slytherins were hot! What is wrong with you? That Blaise is...is... I don't know, but he is!" Hermione shook her head at her friends antics. She was far to much into boys for her own good.

"Believe me, Aly, the lot of them are total buttheads. I don't know much about Zabini, since he is usually the quiet type, but he's a Slytherin and there is reason for that. Just take my advice, and stay away...or, at least make sure Zabini isn't a total jerk like Malfoy." Hermione finished saying that right as Mr. Kunkel called for everyone to be quiet. Aly nodded enthusiastically, unable to reply. Hermione chanced a glance over at ferret and his side-kick and found that he was staring directly at her. She glared at him and turned her attention to Mr. Kunkel. She could still feel his stare on her, though, as if it were burning holes in the back of her bushy brown hair. At least she could hide behind the mess. Hermione sighed and shook her head. This was going to be the longest lesson she'd ever have to sit through.

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One and a half hours later...

When Mr. Kunkel dismissed everyone, both Hermione and Aly rocketed out of their chairs and started running out. They always did this, it was almost like a tradition. They both ran their hardest to get to the equipment room first, therefore getting the four square ball and getting to be in the king square.

"You do realize, of course, that you'll not beat me like always?" Hermione huffed to Aly, as she was only a little behind.

"Well...there's...a...first time...for everything!" she huffed back, more winded than Hermione. They both made it to the room at about the same time, but Hermione made it through the door and grabbed the ball first. She grinned while Aly pouted, still out of breath. Then they both linked arms and walked back out into the lobby where someone had already taped the ground.

By the time they reached there, everyone had come out of the annex, including Malfoy and Zabini. They were both staring at her and Aly as they came in. Or, more accurately in Malfoy's case, glaring. Hermione considered saying 'Whats the matter ferret face?' or something equally as rude, but decided against it. She wouldn't talk to him unless absolutely necessary.

Hermione stood in the king square, while Aly stood in the third square. Two other four square players filled up the other two squares while the others made a line behind the first square. Malfoy and Zabini obviously either knew what they were doing, or just figured that they should get in line too, because that's what they did. Then the game began. Hermione grinned; she just knew she would cream them both in this. It was, after all, her game.

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Hermione was sweating. A lot more than she would care to admit. For their first few times, both Slytherins were a little sloppy. Once they got used to it, though, they were both very, very good. They had given her a run for her money, that was for sure. She had ended up staying in the king square until Aly, the little traitor, had knocked her out. Oh well, at least neither Malfoy or Zabini had done it. After a few more rounds and it was 9:45 P.M., Hermione decided she should probably head home. She gave over her place in the squares to Aly, hugged her goodbye, grabbed her bag and headed for the door, not looking at Malfoy or Zabini once. She opened it, and started walking to her car.

"Hey! Granger!" a voice sounded from behind her, and she sighed knowing already who it was. She stopped where she was, a few cars away from her own.

"Yes, Malfoy?" she asked, not bothering to even turn around.

"Well, I just didn't think you should leave without saying goodbye, mudblood." he said snidely. Hermione knew very well that he didn't follow her just to say goodbye, but she wasn't about to say anything.

"See you 'round, ferret." she said while continuing to walk. She made it to her car and was about to get in when he spoke again.

"So, what do mudbloods do over their summer?" Hermione heaved a deep sigh while sitting in her car, letting her head fall onto the wheel. She looked up, seeing that he was now standing in the door, and looked him right in the eye.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" He faked a shocked look, and responded,

"Why, nothing Granger, nothing! Just thought I'd make conversation." Hermione squinted her eyes at him, then shook her head.

"Whatever, Malfoy. I have to get home. My parents are leaving tomorrow morning for a conference for work and I need to help them get ready. Aly is coming to stay with me, so I also have to prepare the guest room, and..." she trailed off, realizing she was rattling her plans off to Malfoy. She scowled and started to pull her car door shut, not caring if he was in the way or not. He moved out of the way, letting her shut it. She started the car and started to head out, looking at him one last time as she was leaving to see a smirk on his face.

Meanwhile...

After Hermione had left and Malfoy had followed her, Aly went up to Blaise.

"Hi! I'm Alyssa, as I said before. You can call me Aly, though. Um...I guess you know Hermione, then? We've been total best friends for, like, forever. We do everything together! She has told me all about you guys and your school and stuff, and I think it is so cool! OH!" she covered her mouth with a hand as she realized she was rambling. Blaise grinned, and she turned bright red.

"I'm sorry, I was rambling. Hermione used to use duck tape on my mouth when we were younger. Anyways, I'm staying at Hermione's for the week while her parents are gone, so do you think maybe we could do something? I'll drag 'Mione along, and you could bring someone, too. Maybe Malfoy." she shrugged.

Blaise seemed to think for a few minutes, and then had a mischievous look upon his face.

"Sure, what were you thinking about?"

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