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 "SCAR"

As the light from the sun invaded her room, Hermione Granger rolled over, avoiding this Natural Wake-up call as best she could. She snuggled up against the mass of soft skin, white-blonde hair, and silver eyes that lay next to her. The one who laid next to her felt her presence and embraced her warmly. She nuzzled her forehead into his chest, as she attempted to fall, once again, into a peaceful slumber.  He kissed her forehead and rested his head upon the mantle of her bed. The scent of roses filled the air and he could just see some mischievous roses peeking up through her window. Just last night he had climbed that trellis, much like a scene from Romeo and Juliet. They were seventeen now, no longer children. Summer was ending, and soon, they would be returning to a place where they would be rivals, and even enemies. Even as head boy and girl, they could not interact the way they would like. For, he was a Slytherin, and she a Gryffindor.

Draco Malfoy closed his eyes as his beloved slept in his arms. He recalled all that had happened that summer, and how his hate for this girl, slowly, turned to love.

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Hermione Granger sat at the kitchen table in her home. That morning her father revealed a very odd fact to her and her mother, Anelise Granger. He felt that they should know. Hermione had been counting how many times Draco had called her a "mudblood."

"74,368 times in the six years so far. I estimate that there will be at least 1,000 more by the time 7th year ends." She groaned. "If not more."

"Hermione, dear, don't pay any attention to that boy." Said her father.

"I know, I shouldn't, I hate that horrid git. It's rather amusing how he has not found any other words, really, to insult me with." She replied, taking a sip of her orange juice.

"No dear, that's not what I meant." He said.

"Then what did you mean, Dad?" She asked, gazing up from her breakfast.

"What I mean, dearest, that you are not a mudblood. Do not let a Malfoy bring you down from your true Pureblood status."

Anelise and Hermione gaped.

"H.. How am I a pure blood? You're a muggle and mum's a witch.." She said, quite puzzled.

"I am, in fact, a wizard. I left the wizarding world because I grew tired of Death Eaters and You-Know-Who."

Anelise rose from the table, dragging Hermione's father by the collar of his shirt. "You have some major explaining to do!"

Hermione still looked quite confused. She shrugged her shoulders, being a pureblood was indifferent to her. As long as she told no one, she could go about being normal. The only people who would care would be people she didn't like much anyways. Ron and Harry would still like her just the same. Draco, however, might look to her in a different light.

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"So, Cordelia, are plans set for the summer for my Draco to redezvous with your niece?" Narcissa Malfoy inquired, twisting the phone cord around her finger.

"Oh, yes, of course Narcissa. Draco is quite welcome to stay with us, since you and Lucius will be in Japan for the summer. I'm sure 'Mia will just adore having a companion here. Doesn't Draco attend Hogwarts?" Cordelia Staran replied.

"Of course, It's one of the best." Narcissa relplied braggingly.

"Oh, well then, Mia attends as well. Perhaps they'll know each other. I can't remember if Mia if is a Slytherin or a Gryffindor. I'm fairly sure she –is- a Slytherin."

"Really? Then I'm sure that Draco will know her. He is, of course, a Slytherin."

"That's wonderful! I must go though, Narcissa. Good Bye!"

"Ja Ne!" Narcissa replied, practicing her Japanese. She placed the phone back down on the receiver and called Draco. "Draco, Come down here please."

Draco heard his mother beckoning. "Shit, right when it gets to a good part she decides to call me." He closed the book, sighing softly, set it down on his bed and walked downstairs.

"Yes, Mother?"

"Draco, darling, As you know, your father and I are going to Japan for the summer. To ensure your safety, you will be staying with Cordelia Staran, my best friend, and her neice, who attends Hogwarts as well. She said that her niece is a Slytherin, so you may know her." Narcissa said.

"But.. Mum.. Do I –have- go to?"

"Yes Draco." She said sternly. "Now go pack your things."

Draco groaned and saw that there was no use in arguing; after 17 years, they still did not trust him at all. He sighed once more and walked back up the stairs to begin packing.

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"Hermione!" Anelise Granger called from the lounge. "Come here for a moment."

Hermione bounded down the stairs, and into the lounge. "Yes, Mum?"

"You know you're staying with Cordelia this summer, correct?"

"Yes Ma'am." Hermione said, wondering why her mum had interrupted her packing. "I was just packing now.."

"Yes dear, continue. But, remember your conservative clothes, I know the styles now-a-days. There will be a boy from Hogwarts there as well. Cordelia's best friend's son, I believe." She said, turning back to her newspaper.

Hermione rolled her eyes, and mumbled a "Yes, Ma'am." She had completely forgotten to ask who this boy was.

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It was a bright clear, sunny day when Hermione Granger arrived at her Aunt Cordelia's Manor house. She wore her most comfortable jeans, the ones with the giant hole near the arse and her favorite red tank-top that laced up. Throughout her sixth year she had filled out (you wouldn't notice because how baggy her robes were) but she hadn't gained an inch in height. She was still her petite 5'3". Her masses of hair were still a bit unruly, not as much as they had been. She had two necklaces stringed around her neck. One with a silver ring on it and the other, made out of a reddish-maroon, black, silver and gold. Her feet were clad in flip flops, toenails, painted black along with her nails. Her brownish hair was tied half back with two red tendrils that she had colored with a marker on the way there, since her mother refused to let her dye it. (They had to take the "car") Headphones sat around her neck, blasting "SCAR" by Ayumi Hamasaki. She had listened to that song, so many times when she and Harry had fought. The ring around her neck was a promise ring, from him, to her. When she returned to Hogwarts, She would be with her man, once more.

They pulled up just as another car was pulling up. As she stepped out of the car a lovely figure stepped from the other. He was more punk looking than prep. His hair was white-blonde, spiked; he was dressed in fairly baggy blue jeans, a muscle shirt and a ball-chain necklace.

Hermione had a vague feeling of déjà vu when she saw him. She only saw his backside, however. It was until he turned around, that she knew, truly, whom he was.

"MALFOY!?!" She screamed, dropping her bag to the ground.

"GRANGER!?!" He roared right back at her.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!?" They screamed in unison, both sending death glares towards one another.

"Oh.. well.." Cordelia chimed in, "It appears you already know.. each.. other…"

The two enemies said nothing back, but they just stared on another down.

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