The Darkness Behind A Pretty Face
Disclaimer: Umm… Don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters. If I did, would I be still sitting here???
Authors Note: This is my first fanfiction, so fingers crossed for me. Also, this is going to be a Draco/Hermione fic, set Post-Hogwarts.
On With the Story…
Chapter 1
In a small, cosy apartment located near Diagon Alley, three people sat. But this was nothing out of the usual, right? Wrong. Although they looked barely 17, these three friends had been through more than any teenager could dream of. A boy of jet black hair wearing round-rimmed glasses around his emerald green eyes was present. But if you looked closer, you would have noticed a peculiar shaped scar on his forehead – the shape of a lightning bolt. No, this was no ordinary boy, this was indeed the legendary Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived and the one who eventually defeated Voldemort in his seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Beside him sat a tall, lanky boy with fire-red hair and blue eyes. This was Ronald Weasley, best-friend and a crucial character in the defeat of Voldemort. Sitting opposite the two boys, was the only girl in the room. By now you probably would have guessed this girl was Hermione Granger, the brains behind the trio. Unlike the other two, she sat nervously facing the boys, often hesitantly glancing around.
Currently the two boys were sitting, their mouths agape. A "Bloody Hell" eventually escaped Ron's mouth, starting a chain reaction of shouting.
'At least I sound proofed the room,' thought Hermione.
"You what? No way!" Harry Potter looked at his best friend in disbelief and disgust. "How could you?"
"How could I? Harry James Potter, you have no right to control my life. I can date whoever I want, whenever I want" exclaimed the bushy haired brunette sitting on the other couch. Her usually healthy looking complexion was now a deathly white and covered in freshly shedded, salty tears.
"But… but… it's the bloody ferret! The thing that has teased and insulted us since the minute we stepped into Hogwarts. C'mon 'Mione, anyone but him," Ronald Weasley was notoriously known for his temper and he wasn't afraid to let it go now. His freckled face seemed to have blown up much like that of a blueberry and reminding Harry of red-headed version of his Uncle Vernon.
"We thought you were our friend, we trusted you, but what did you do? YOU went sleeping around with the slimy Slytherins," exclaimed Harry.
"You know what? You're nothing but a slut. Go hang around Malfoy see if we care," shouted Ron.
"Yeah, what he said. Now, GET OUT. No whore ever comes into my house. GET OUT AND STAY OUT!" bellowed Harry.
"Well, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley" Ron cringed at the sound of his full name. "It was nice knowing you," Hermione's voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Hope we NEVER meet again. Good day" With a mocking smile, the girl stormed out of the house, slamming the door on the way out, causing Harry's Deluxe Quidditch Ball Collection to fall and crash.
The whole scene would have been quite amusing to Hermione if she wasn't the one being shouted at.
"Erm, Harry, you don't think we were a little harsh?" luckily Ron's temper had left with Hermione.
Harry looked at his shoes, not sure what to say. After all, this was their EX-best friend. "I think she deserved it." Though his voice seemed confident, inside, he wasn't feeling so sure. 'Did we do the right thing?' he thought.
Unknown to them, that day would be last time the two boys would see Hermione for a long time. In fact, that day would be the last time anyone would see Hermione for a long time, a very long time.
Meanwhile
Hermione quickly left Harry's apartment and practically flew down the stairs. 'Argh, those… those… Argh, I can't believe them. I can do whatever I want. Jeez. I should have left them ages ago. I don't need them, they're the ones that are going to need me. See if I care.' By now, her face was very different to that of a crying girl. No, Hermione was angry, very angry and an angry Hermione was an extremely scary Hermione.
As she walked down the street, towards her car, she earned many strange looks. If she wasn't so angry, she would have laughed at the terrified faces of the other pedestrians. In a second, she was on the main highway, driving towards Malfoy Manor. Whilst smirking she thought, "Wait a minute, smirking? Since when did I smirk? Hmm, I really must be rubbing off Draco. I can't wait until I see his surprised face when I get there."
Once again, Hermione's face had changed emotions and was now replaced by a small yet sad, smile.
Soon enough, she finally arrived at the manor. The Malfoy Manor was big, no that was an understatement. The Malfoy Manor was humungous, one of the biggest in England, almost rivalling the Queen's. The magnificent manor was made out of pure limestone and always seemed to glow. Nearing the grand entrance, Hermione saw an extremely stylish black Ferrari. Laughing to herself, she thought 'I guess boy's both muggle and magical all love their cars. That must be the 5th car he's purchased this year.'
Using the key Draco had previously given her, Hermione slipped through the door and started to walk towards the back yard where Draco would most-likely be playing a game of quidditch with one of his friends – probably Blaise Zabini. "No matter what house they're in, boys will always be obsessed with quidditch," she muttered.
Nearing the back veranda, Hermione heard hushed voices coming from the sunroom. Both were female, but she only recognised one to be Narcissa Malfoy, the mother of Draco. The other muffled voice was an extremely snobby and high pitched voice that Hermione had never heard. Leaning closer to the door, she tried to hear what they were saying.
"Cissa, we must get rid of the filthy mudblood. How can you possibly let her taint your Malfoy bloodline after all the hard work Lucius has done?" whispered the mysterious voice.
"Lucius did nothing for this family. How dare you speak of 'Mione like that? She is a very nice girl and Draco is happier than I have ever seen him."
"But Cissa, Pamela would do so much better than that filth. My daughter is everything your son will need."
"Thank you for your concern, Irene, but I'm sure both Draco and Hermione can take care of themselves." Hearing this, Hermione chuckled to herself. She could just picture the other woman fuming.
"You will do what I say, or else," the unknown voice, now named Irene hissed.
"Well, well, well," came a voice from behind Hermione. With super human speed, she turned to reveal a pretty blonde girl with crystal blue eyes. Her face was covered with ridiculously over the top make-up. She was wearing the shortest skirt Hermione had ever seen and what looked like a designer top that had been mauled by wolves. 'This must be that Irene woman's daughter, umm, what was her name? Oh yeah, Pamela. She looks like a Barbie doll clone to me.'
"I thought you were like supposed to be like brave or something. Oh my gosh. What does Drackie like see in you? I mean when Drackie like sees me, he'll like so totally forget all about you. We like probably won't even like need this so-called brilliant plan of mother's." 'Argh, her voice is just like her mother's expect even more sickeningly sweet. Although, if her mother has the same brain capacity as her, the so-called brilliant plan will be down the drain in seconds,' thought Hermione.
Suddenly, the sun room's door opened, revealing Narcissa Malfoy and Irene. The latter looked like Pamela's twin, not a mother. But under closer inspection, Hermione saw this face was the result of muggle plastic surgery and botox. This woman was literally the clone of Barbie, she was made of plastic too!
Seeing that Hermione was distracted by Irene, Narcissa yelled, "Stupefy," sending a well aimed curse in Hermione's direction. Being a Death Eater's wife, you had to have some sort of protection.
Hermione was shocked. 'Cissa had always been so kind and motherly to me,' was her last thought before she was sent into the world of unconsciousness. If only she had seen the glazed look on Narcissa's face.
AN: Aww… Poor Hermione. So, what do you think??? The first chapter of my first story. I'm so excited. Please, please read and review (well you've already done the read bit, unless you're some weird person who reads the author's notes first.) Any tips and stuff feel free to tell me. Also, what do you think is going to happen? Depending on the reviews, I will decide whether or not to continue this story.
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