Name: Anna Plurabelle
Title: Everybody Else's Girl
Installment: 1/?
Summary: In Hermione's darkest times there is only one person she can turn to.
Classification: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, a bit of Hermione Granger/Harry Potter and with a small hint of Hermione/Ron Weasley
Rating: This will be pretty dark so I will be safe and say R
Spoilers: The first four books, and if this continues after I've read the fifth book, well than that as well. This takes place during Year Seven of Hogwarts.
Warnings: Pretty dark Hermione stuff.okay very.
Distribution: Ask and ye shall receive...Fanficion.net and anyone just leave a comment in the reviews.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters...they are all owned by the wonderful J.K. Rowling.Also the plot is sort of taken slightly from a General Hospital storyline from the nineties.so the sort of inspiration is owned by GH and ABC and the rest of them.also inspired by the Tori Amos album Little Earthquakes so I do not own her songs.
Feedback: Oh please yes!!! This is my first Harry Potter Fic of any kind so I need any kind of help you would like to throw.
Author's Notes: Again this would be my first Harry Potter Fic.the storyline from GH it is based on is very personal to me and I am going to try my best to interpret it my own way (changing many things along the line that you won't even recognize) and hopefully do the characters and the story justice. Thoughts in *.*
OH! Could someone also tell me how to get things to come out in bold and italics and such? I can't manage that one yet.thanks.
Prologue
*You know for head girl Hermione, you can be really stupid.* Seventeen year old Hermione Granger thought to herself as she sat on the cold stone bench facing the fountain in Hogsmeade's only park.
Shivering, she pulled her black shawl tighter, cursing herself for wearing the short red silk slip dress. *Totally impractical for February. What was I thinking?* Pausing she contemplated the answer. *Oh that's right. I wasn't thinking. For the first time I told my brain to shut up and followed my heart. And we can all see how wonderful that turned out. Alone in the park, freezing your bum off while you pig out on a bag of Bertie Botts's and watch the ever changing water fountain.*
While the threat of Lord Voldemort still loomed over the wizarding world, Headmaster Dumbledore of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had allowed his sixth and seventh year students a much needed break, allowing them to go to the nearby town of Hogsmeade for the Muggle holiday Saint Valentine's Day. While many of the Purebloods, well let's face it basically the entire Slytherin House, complained about celebrating a Muggle holiday, they all relished the break. And it was because of this blasted holiday that Muggle-born Hermione Granger was in the predicament she was in at the moment.
As Head Girl at Hogwarts, Hermione took her job extremely seriously; it was something she had been working on achieving her entire life. Despite the fact that she had to share her duties with Head Boy Draco Malfoy of Slytherin house as opposed to her own beloved Gryffindor, did nothing to take the joy that Hermione had for her position. So much in fact that she had missed all prior trips to Hogsmeade, explaining to her best friends Harry "the boy who lived" Potter and Ronald Weasley, that she needed to tutor some of the first and second years. They never questioned her or begged her to come since they knew how much being Head Girl meant to her, and that's why when Ron had specifically asked her to come to Hogsmeade for Valentine's Day, well how could she refuse?
Hermione's crush on her best friend Ron had been building steadily since their fifth year at Hogwarts, but she did well to hide her feelings behind her know-it-all behavior and bossy attitude. But when Ron had asked her a week ago if she would like to go to Hogsmeade she knew that he must have seen through her rough and tough exterior, had seen past their constant bickering, and felt for her almost as much as she did for him. This was her chance and she wasn't about to pass it up.
While Hermione had never been one to obsess over her looks like her old roommates Parvati Patil or Lavender Brown did, she wasn't about to go into her first date with Ron looking as she always did, the studious bookworm with the bushy hair. She was a girl after all.
Placing charms to both tame her bushy hair and give her makeup a subtle evening look, she had put on the red silk slip dress her mother had given her the previous summer. Along with a pair of red strappy heels and the only piece of jewelry, the antique gold bracelet her grandmother had given her on her thirteenth birthday, Hermione was finally ready for her first real date.
Little did she know that once more her big brain had gotten in the way. It turns out Hermione, like Hermione occasionally does, had over thought the entire situation. And it wasn't until she had walked into the Three Broomsticks at half past five, just as she and Ron had decided, and seen her ex-roommate Lavender place a soft kiss on Ron's cheek, causing his skin to flame up a color even brighter than his hair, that she understood everything.
*Of course he would never want anything to do with you. Ugly old Hermione Granger. Why have me when he could have someone who was actually pretty. All I'm good for is help with homework and someone to get in trouble with. I should have known he was just trying to be nice. I haven't been to Hogsmeade all year and he was just trying to include me. I bet Harry would have done the same thing, its just Ron got to me first.* Hermione mentally berated herself as she continued to make her way through an entire bag of the every flavoured beans, stopping her internal monologue only to wince as she tasted a beet flavoured one.
After witnessing the kiss, Hermione had turned quickly on her feet praying that no one had seen her and that she could escape with her dignity. Making her way to Honeydukes with no one calling after her, she knew that she was safe. After purchasing said beans she made her way to the park where she had now been sitting for the past two hours, waiting for the carriages to take her back to Hogwarts, silently praying that she could make it into her own one and escape the questions of her friends. Hopefully she would be able to make it up to her own private room and cry herself to sleep and no one would ever know that she had made the trek to the wizarding town.
As she took another bean from the bag and lifted it up she found that it never reached her lips, nor did the scream escape them as the cold hand clamped over her mouth pulling her backwards into the bushes, the only sound the rustling of the leaves, the crunching of the snow underneath and the hard menacing voice.
"Not a word."
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"Stupid Muggle holiday." Draco Malfoy cursed as he made his way through the dark streets of Hogsmeade, the soft snow softly crunching underneath his black booted feet. He had been wandering the town for nearly a half-hour after his great escape from Pansy Parkinson's clutches. Although Pansy relished in the fact that she was a pureblood she took every opportunity, even a Muggle holiday celebrating love, to attempt to seduce Head Boy Draco Malfoy. It had been this way ever since their fourth year when Draco made the mistake of taking her to the Yule Ball, and he had lived to regret it ever since. And there were very few things that Draco Malfoy regretted.
Sharing a common room with Mudblood Granger? Yes. Offering his hand to Potty on their first day only to be humiliated. Yes. But not much else.
Like his father Lucius, he was a man of action, not words. If one were to regret all past actions he would be week and worthless, or so his father said. And how could he ever disagree. It was the dawning of his father's time. Soon the Dark Lord would rise fully and his father, along with the other Deatheaters would rule the wizarding world. A world with no place for regrets. Or for people on the fence. Soon it would be Draco's time to take his place beside his father. But Draco had the feeling that that would probably be his biggest regret. Whatever side he chose.
Turning into Hogsmeade's only park his turbulent thoughts were interrupted by the rustling of the bushes near the fountain.
"Oi! Who's there?" He called out into the darkness. "It better not be you Scarhead and Weasel or I swear I will take 100 points from your precious Gryffindor. Each." Draco threatened, hoping that he wouldn't have a repeat of the mud-slinging incident from years earlier. Stepping towards the bushes he watched as they rustled further watching as a small pale hand emerged, falling down into the snow. Slowly, he watched as the small form crawled out of the bushes, a red shoe in one hand as she crawled in the snow, her legs almost as red as her dress from both the coldness of the snow and the blood that now lay on them. Taking a step further he watch as the girl stopped and lifted her free hand up to brush her disheveled brown curls out of her face. Still on her hands and knees she finally lifted her tear stained face up to Draco. And for as long as he lived Draco Malfoy would never forget the haunted look he saw in those caramel colored eyes.
"Granger?"
Title: Everybody Else's Girl
Installment: 1/?
Summary: In Hermione's darkest times there is only one person she can turn to.
Classification: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, a bit of Hermione Granger/Harry Potter and with a small hint of Hermione/Ron Weasley
Rating: This will be pretty dark so I will be safe and say R
Spoilers: The first four books, and if this continues after I've read the fifth book, well than that as well. This takes place during Year Seven of Hogwarts.
Warnings: Pretty dark Hermione stuff.okay very.
Distribution: Ask and ye shall receive...Fanficion.net and anyone just leave a comment in the reviews.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters...they are all owned by the wonderful J.K. Rowling.Also the plot is sort of taken slightly from a General Hospital storyline from the nineties.so the sort of inspiration is owned by GH and ABC and the rest of them.also inspired by the Tori Amos album Little Earthquakes so I do not own her songs.
Feedback: Oh please yes!!! This is my first Harry Potter Fic of any kind so I need any kind of help you would like to throw.
Author's Notes: Again this would be my first Harry Potter Fic.the storyline from GH it is based on is very personal to me and I am going to try my best to interpret it my own way (changing many things along the line that you won't even recognize) and hopefully do the characters and the story justice. Thoughts in *.*
OH! Could someone also tell me how to get things to come out in bold and italics and such? I can't manage that one yet.thanks.
Prologue
*You know for head girl Hermione, you can be really stupid.* Seventeen year old Hermione Granger thought to herself as she sat on the cold stone bench facing the fountain in Hogsmeade's only park.
Shivering, she pulled her black shawl tighter, cursing herself for wearing the short red silk slip dress. *Totally impractical for February. What was I thinking?* Pausing she contemplated the answer. *Oh that's right. I wasn't thinking. For the first time I told my brain to shut up and followed my heart. And we can all see how wonderful that turned out. Alone in the park, freezing your bum off while you pig out on a bag of Bertie Botts's and watch the ever changing water fountain.*
While the threat of Lord Voldemort still loomed over the wizarding world, Headmaster Dumbledore of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had allowed his sixth and seventh year students a much needed break, allowing them to go to the nearby town of Hogsmeade for the Muggle holiday Saint Valentine's Day. While many of the Purebloods, well let's face it basically the entire Slytherin House, complained about celebrating a Muggle holiday, they all relished the break. And it was because of this blasted holiday that Muggle-born Hermione Granger was in the predicament she was in at the moment.
As Head Girl at Hogwarts, Hermione took her job extremely seriously; it was something she had been working on achieving her entire life. Despite the fact that she had to share her duties with Head Boy Draco Malfoy of Slytherin house as opposed to her own beloved Gryffindor, did nothing to take the joy that Hermione had for her position. So much in fact that she had missed all prior trips to Hogsmeade, explaining to her best friends Harry "the boy who lived" Potter and Ronald Weasley, that she needed to tutor some of the first and second years. They never questioned her or begged her to come since they knew how much being Head Girl meant to her, and that's why when Ron had specifically asked her to come to Hogsmeade for Valentine's Day, well how could she refuse?
Hermione's crush on her best friend Ron had been building steadily since their fifth year at Hogwarts, but she did well to hide her feelings behind her know-it-all behavior and bossy attitude. But when Ron had asked her a week ago if she would like to go to Hogsmeade she knew that he must have seen through her rough and tough exterior, had seen past their constant bickering, and felt for her almost as much as she did for him. This was her chance and she wasn't about to pass it up.
While Hermione had never been one to obsess over her looks like her old roommates Parvati Patil or Lavender Brown did, she wasn't about to go into her first date with Ron looking as she always did, the studious bookworm with the bushy hair. She was a girl after all.
Placing charms to both tame her bushy hair and give her makeup a subtle evening look, she had put on the red silk slip dress her mother had given her the previous summer. Along with a pair of red strappy heels and the only piece of jewelry, the antique gold bracelet her grandmother had given her on her thirteenth birthday, Hermione was finally ready for her first real date.
Little did she know that once more her big brain had gotten in the way. It turns out Hermione, like Hermione occasionally does, had over thought the entire situation. And it wasn't until she had walked into the Three Broomsticks at half past five, just as she and Ron had decided, and seen her ex-roommate Lavender place a soft kiss on Ron's cheek, causing his skin to flame up a color even brighter than his hair, that she understood everything.
*Of course he would never want anything to do with you. Ugly old Hermione Granger. Why have me when he could have someone who was actually pretty. All I'm good for is help with homework and someone to get in trouble with. I should have known he was just trying to be nice. I haven't been to Hogsmeade all year and he was just trying to include me. I bet Harry would have done the same thing, its just Ron got to me first.* Hermione mentally berated herself as she continued to make her way through an entire bag of the every flavoured beans, stopping her internal monologue only to wince as she tasted a beet flavoured one.
After witnessing the kiss, Hermione had turned quickly on her feet praying that no one had seen her and that she could escape with her dignity. Making her way to Honeydukes with no one calling after her, she knew that she was safe. After purchasing said beans she made her way to the park where she had now been sitting for the past two hours, waiting for the carriages to take her back to Hogwarts, silently praying that she could make it into her own one and escape the questions of her friends. Hopefully she would be able to make it up to her own private room and cry herself to sleep and no one would ever know that she had made the trek to the wizarding town.
As she took another bean from the bag and lifted it up she found that it never reached her lips, nor did the scream escape them as the cold hand clamped over her mouth pulling her backwards into the bushes, the only sound the rustling of the leaves, the crunching of the snow underneath and the hard menacing voice.
"Not a word."
* * * * * * *
* * * *
"Stupid Muggle holiday." Draco Malfoy cursed as he made his way through the dark streets of Hogsmeade, the soft snow softly crunching underneath his black booted feet. He had been wandering the town for nearly a half-hour after his great escape from Pansy Parkinson's clutches. Although Pansy relished in the fact that she was a pureblood she took every opportunity, even a Muggle holiday celebrating love, to attempt to seduce Head Boy Draco Malfoy. It had been this way ever since their fourth year when Draco made the mistake of taking her to the Yule Ball, and he had lived to regret it ever since. And there were very few things that Draco Malfoy regretted.
Sharing a common room with Mudblood Granger? Yes. Offering his hand to Potty on their first day only to be humiliated. Yes. But not much else.
Like his father Lucius, he was a man of action, not words. If one were to regret all past actions he would be week and worthless, or so his father said. And how could he ever disagree. It was the dawning of his father's time. Soon the Dark Lord would rise fully and his father, along with the other Deatheaters would rule the wizarding world. A world with no place for regrets. Or for people on the fence. Soon it would be Draco's time to take his place beside his father. But Draco had the feeling that that would probably be his biggest regret. Whatever side he chose.
Turning into Hogsmeade's only park his turbulent thoughts were interrupted by the rustling of the bushes near the fountain.
"Oi! Who's there?" He called out into the darkness. "It better not be you Scarhead and Weasel or I swear I will take 100 points from your precious Gryffindor. Each." Draco threatened, hoping that he wouldn't have a repeat of the mud-slinging incident from years earlier. Stepping towards the bushes he watched as they rustled further watching as a small pale hand emerged, falling down into the snow. Slowly, he watched as the small form crawled out of the bushes, a red shoe in one hand as she crawled in the snow, her legs almost as red as her dress from both the coldness of the snow and the blood that now lay on them. Taking a step further he watch as the girl stopped and lifted her free hand up to brush her disheveled brown curls out of her face. Still on her hands and knees she finally lifted her tear stained face up to Draco. And for as long as he lived Draco Malfoy would never forget the haunted look he saw in those caramel colored eyes.
"Granger?"