Behind Blue Eyes
A Harry Potter Story
Summary: UPDATED! Voldemort has killed Draco and Harry. Hermione must go back in time, to rectify the mistakes made. Not DH compliant, AU 5th, 6th, and 7th. DHr pairings. HG pairings.
Author's Note: I completely updated the whole idea surrounding this story. Now this is my first Time Travel story, so bear with me. Please review.
Chapter 1: Bad Boy?
6 Months Earlier
Draco Malfoy, Head Boy at Hogwarts School, Slytherin Prince, and proverbial 'bad man', was on his knees before the real bad guy. Lord Voldemort. Ruler of the Dark Side. Killer. The reason that everyone at his school now hated Draco. Everyone who counts, anyway. He had made his way quickly to third most wanted man in Britain. All for the love and admiration of this man. "You called, my lord?" Draco said looking up at the red snake eyes of Voldemort. His mind was a blank canvas, thanks to years of occlumens practice.
"I have a rather sensitive mission for you, Draco." Draco refrained from wincing at those damning words.
"Yes, my lord." Draco answered.
"As you undoubtedly already know, that McGonagall woman has put Potter's mudblood as Head Girl." Draco nodded. Of course Granger was Head Girl, no one else could be. "You will be sharing a dorm with Ms. Granger all term and you will be in a great position of power over the girl. I want you to kill the girl." Draco looked up at his master, shocked.
"Sir, surely you can't be serious. Potter would know that it was me. I would be arrested and administered the kiss before you could say 'Quidditch'-"
"ARE YOU DEFYING ME?!" Voldemort yelled.
"No, my lord. Of course not, it's just-" Voldemort held up a hand.
"You worry, boy. I know. I want you to gain the girl's trust, Draco. And Potter's. Become their friend. Get as much information out of them, then kill the girl, make it look like an accident, during a battle. The next time I call you to my side, I want her head."
"Yes, my lord."
How could Draco kill her? Granger wasn't a friend, no, furthest thing from it. But she, like Dumbledore, had done nothing to make him want her dead. If he failed again, he would die. Snape would not be there to save him. And in what twisted world would Granger trust him? Let alone Potter. Even if he could gain their trust, they would never leak information to him. If he were to gain their trust, he wouldn't want to betray it. He found this cause taxing, a lost cause. Potter would win and he knew it. He even wanted it. Draco needed to decide what to do. He Apparated to Muggle London. Draco pulled out his wand and thought about Granger. It surprised him that he could recreate her image so clearly in his mind. Had he really paid that much attention to the mudblood over the years? Hmm..."Reperio." He whispered and a small light darted from his wand. He followed that dot into the heart of London. It finally stopped 20 minutes later in front of a house. A man was walking into the front door. Draco disillusioned himself and followed him inside quickly. "Honey! I'm home!" The man called.
"I'll be down in a minute, Lance!" The man's wife called. Draco followed that voice up the stairs and into a girl's room. This was Granger's room alright. Gryffindor pride covered every aspect of the room. The girl in question was sitting on the bed, beside her mother. "Now, honey, what is it?"
"I'm just so scared, Mum. They haven't found Snape or Malfoy-"
"Wait, Malfoy? Wasn't he that boy you were talking to in Diagon Ally? The one that you were so sure would turn out to be a good guy? What happened?" A good guy? She thought-
"I had so much faith that he would, Mum. I wanted to trust that he'd be good. Even with all the hurtful comments and even though we fought. I wanted to trust him. But he was the one that was supposed to kill Dumbledore. I know that he didn't-but...Harry is convinced that we'll be a target. You, Dad, and me. Especially me. I don't want you and Dad in danger. I don't want to risk him coming after you."
"I don't think that the boy will come after us, Hermione. You have a talent for seeing the good in people, dear. You always have. If you see something in this boy, then its there. He just needs a chance to prove it." Draco liked her mother already. He watched as Granger nodded and hugged her mother. Then as she pulled out her wand and said, "Obliviate." He was taken aback. Granger cried as she walked downstairs and repeated the charm on her father. Draco watched as she summoned the Order. He watched Weasel wrap his arms around the crying girl.
"They'll be safe now, Hermione. They'll be safe." Draco was utterly confused. But, he came to find out if the girl would be able to save him from his fate and he got his answer. She would save him if he asked.
Draco let Granger man the controls in the Prefect meeting on the train. When they scurried off to their friends, Draco looked at the girl. Her normally puffy hair had turned soft and curled in small ringlets and was smooth against her head. She'd grown up, filled out, and looked so much more beautiful than ever before. Draco didn't realize it until that point. She was beautiful. Not like any of the other girls in the school. "How was your summer?" He asked, mustering up his courage. Not something a Slytherin was good at, mind you.
"Hard." She answered standing up.
"I'm sorry." He whispered. She turned those brown eyes to him.
"You are?" She asked. He nodded simply, blond hair falling in front of his eyes.
Draco realized that he was acting out of character and needed to resume. He planted his smirk on his face and bent down to the Gryffindor's ear. "I'll make it harder, if you want." He said this in a silky smooth voice that would make any normal girl jump him. But Hermione Granger was no normal girl.
"Not on your life." She whispered dangerously back.
He pushed her off and gave her a death glare. "Please, don't flatter yourself, mudblood." He said equally dangerous. "Run off and find your pet Weasel, I'm sure he needs you to clean up some mess." He was ashamed as she left crying.
When he stepped out of the compartment, he found that she was still there. "I hate you." Then she left. Why would she wait to tell him that? It made no sense to the Slytherin Prince. He knew that much already. He shouldn't have called her a mudblood-but it didn't matter now. What's done is done.
"So, Drakie, how can you stand to have to live with that grubby little mudblood?" Pansy asked, fawning all over with him.
"You know my orders, Pansy. We all do." Draco answered, daring to glance for the millionth time over at Granger. She sat with Potty and Weasel, talking about something, smiling. He wished he could make her smile.
Pansy glared at Granger. "You aren't going to have to sleep with that slim, are you, pookie?" Draco cringed.
"No." He turned a death glare to Pansy. "Lay off, I'm going to bed." He got up, but Pansy grabbed his hand.
"Want some company?" She asked. He took back his hand.
"Not from you, Parkinson."
Draco walked to the dorms and got out a single piece of parchment, quill and ink. He wrote Granger a simple note and spell-o-taped it to her door.
It read, "I'm sorry. Love, D."
Attention: So, yeah. It didn't change that much, obviously. But the next chapter will be set 6 months into the future and thats where the story begins. Ok, so review and I'll have the next chapter up soon. P.S. for those of you who wanted it to go in another direction, sorry...and sorry for not updating sooner.