Disclaimer: Hey dudes!! I finally decided on writing a d\h fic. I had a
hard time making up my mind, I wrote about five other fics and they all
sucked. My beta was all: "Hell Martha! Make up your fricken mind!" Well,
actually she didn't say that...but she probably would!! heh, sorry Les but
you finally got what you wanted, a draco\hermione fic!! So on to business.
I do not own any of the HP charecters (duh) and I don't own the plot
eather. Sorry to all the plz that have similar ideas but hey! Its a damn
good plot\idea!! Don't sue me plz pleeze!! I'll change it a bit to put some
of my own brilliant mind into it. Lol!! So enjoy the show!! *~*~*~*~*~*
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Chapter One Under Make-up
Hermione sat on her pink stool in front of the mirror, brushing her newly styled hair. A few weeks ago she had it straightened to make it wavy and puffy, she also dyed it blue with black streaks. It looked stuningly good on her and matched with all her clothing. She was no longer the small, nerdy, eleven year old girl that everyone pushed around. She was a fully matured, seventeen year old girl that had developed a certain spunk.
She was very pleased with the way her body had blossomed in the past few years. Every guy on the streets turned his head as she passed to cat call or whistle. Her clothing style also changed over the time. She wore rather cool and revealing clothes that showed off her great figure.
But now, Hermione wasn't interested at all at her sudden change of style. She was lost in thought, stroking the brush absentmindedly through her blue hair. There was a pain deep inside her heart that was slowly and mercylessly tearing her apart. The longer she kept it, the more it hurt her already aching heart. A single tear fell down her delicate cheek. Why had things gone so terribly wrong? Her perfect, safe life was cruely ripped away from her.
Her parents had changed and for the worst. Her whole family had changed, even her. She longed to tell someone, but fear that it would be told to the wrong person wouldn't allow her. If someone found out about it, then things would be very, very bad. She shuddered at the thought and dropped her brush noisely on the ground. She bent over and picked it up. As she set it down on her table, she saw the letter she had gotten from Hogwarts.
It was the letter telling her that she had been elected as Head Girl. She smiled and turned to face the rest of her room. Her trunk and suitcase were already packed. She got up and squeezed her brush in a side pocket of the suitcase.
She would be leaving to go to King's Cross station in three hours. She didn't like leaving her parents alone in the house, but then again...they wouldn't even notice that she was gone. Another tear ran down her face. She quikly brushed it away and dragged her trunk and suitcase downstairs.
She walked into her kitchen to see both her mother and father sitting at the table. She felt a stab of pain in her heart, making her almost gag. They both had large circles beneath their eyes and were very thin, both had oily hair and dirty clothes, they had looks of no emotion on their faces and they stared without blinking at the floor. Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes, she had done this to them, it was all her fault.
She kissed them both goodbye, although they didn't even feel that. They just kept staring at the floor, like zombies. Hermione ran out the kitchen and hauled her stuff to the front of her house. She looked at it one more time. The front lawn was very neglected and weeds had taken over the garden. The paint had peeled off and the bricks were blackened. There was a board nailed over one of the windows and graffiti covered the whole fence and house.
She closed her eyes and tried to remember the way it used to be here before...it happened. The house was painted white with a porch that held a straw rocking chair. The lawn was green and had daisies blossoming all over.
The front garden was a blur of colors that were every breed of flower immaginable. There was laughter and joy between Hermione and her parents. She could see her younger self running into her mother's waiting arms. She collided with her and they fell over onto the grass, laughing. Her father joined in too and they all laughed together.
The memory faded and the dark, ugly remains of her house flooded back to her. She grabed one end of her trunk, tucked her suitcase under her arm and started towards Jeff's house. Jeff was a good friend of hers and maybe he could give her a ride to the station.
She finally got to his house on the next block and rang the door bell. A few moments later a green haired teen appeared at the door. He had a mo- hawk and alot of face rings. He was dressed in a black, leather jacket thet was ripped revealing a tatoo of a fire ball. He also had tight, black pants that covered snake skin boots.
When he saw Hermione, his face broke into a grin.
"Ah, 'Mione! What up?" he said showing off a silver tonge ring.
"Hey Jeff, do you mind dropping me off at King's Cross station?" she asked sweetly.
"Sure, what for?" he said taking her trunk and suitcase. "School." she said airily.
He just shrugged and hauled it over to the garage. Hermione followed him and saw him tieing her trunk to a huge motorcicle with painted flames on the sides. She smiled as she remembered all the times she and Jeff rode to town to let off her nerves.
Jeff was someone specieal to Hermione, but not as a boyfriend, but as a bestfriend. He was the only one she had as Harry and Ron completly stopped paying any attention to her. They still were her friends, but they were more interested in their 'boy' stuff as in Quiddich.
Jeff exepted her like she was and she could tell him all her deepest secerets. Exept one. She couldn't bring herself to tell him. She was afraid that he would stop loving her if she did tell him. He knew that something was wrong and insisted that she tell him, but she would just shrug and change the subject.
This seceret had something to do when Hermione became weak or sick. She would either sway on the spot or fall over and then throw up. Or she would simply close her eyes and twitch for hours and hours. Jeff tried desperatly to help her, but all was in vain.
Jeff sat down on the motorcicle and motioned Hermione over to him. She walked over and put on a blood red motorcicle helmet. She wraped her arms around his waist to prevent herself of falling off and Jeff started the engine.
They were off. As they drove between all the cars on the highway, Hermione saw a large, beefy man pointing at them and shouting his guts out. She laughed as she saw that it was Harry's Uncle Vernon and he probably was driving Harry to the station as well. She saw Harry sitting in the backseat, giving them a reasuring smile as though telling them that the fat guy in the front seat always yelled at things that didn't concern him.
Hermione blew him a kiss and giggled at his shocked face and his sheepish grin. He didn't recognise her because of the helmet. Jeff put on a burst of speed and they drove forward.
"Who was that?" he asked.
"No idea." she answered airly.
They arrived at the station and Hermione slid off the seat. Jeff helped her untie her trunk and shoved it on a trolly. Hermione sighed and hugged her friend. "Take care 'Mione." he said as he mounted his bike. She nodded and gave him a reasuring smile. "If you want to talk or get something off your chest then you know were to find me." he said as he started his engine.
She watched him turn the corner and dissapear from sight. Hermione turned around and stared at her trolly. She sighed and pushed it towards the platform.
a\n Next chapter will be Draco's point of view, don't ya worry. Sorry to the people that might not like Jeff's look, but hey! I love freaks! I'm kind of a freak myself...teehee. I'm really different from my parents wich are all classic and proper.(they really piss me off sometimes) I guess I got the freak stuff from my big sis wich is also a weirdo.LoL!! So pleeze review and tell me if you liked it, hated it or whatever. Flames exepted!!
Chapter One Under Make-up
Hermione sat on her pink stool in front of the mirror, brushing her newly styled hair. A few weeks ago she had it straightened to make it wavy and puffy, she also dyed it blue with black streaks. It looked stuningly good on her and matched with all her clothing. She was no longer the small, nerdy, eleven year old girl that everyone pushed around. She was a fully matured, seventeen year old girl that had developed a certain spunk.
She was very pleased with the way her body had blossomed in the past few years. Every guy on the streets turned his head as she passed to cat call or whistle. Her clothing style also changed over the time. She wore rather cool and revealing clothes that showed off her great figure.
But now, Hermione wasn't interested at all at her sudden change of style. She was lost in thought, stroking the brush absentmindedly through her blue hair. There was a pain deep inside her heart that was slowly and mercylessly tearing her apart. The longer she kept it, the more it hurt her already aching heart. A single tear fell down her delicate cheek. Why had things gone so terribly wrong? Her perfect, safe life was cruely ripped away from her.
Her parents had changed and for the worst. Her whole family had changed, even her. She longed to tell someone, but fear that it would be told to the wrong person wouldn't allow her. If someone found out about it, then things would be very, very bad. She shuddered at the thought and dropped her brush noisely on the ground. She bent over and picked it up. As she set it down on her table, she saw the letter she had gotten from Hogwarts.
It was the letter telling her that she had been elected as Head Girl. She smiled and turned to face the rest of her room. Her trunk and suitcase were already packed. She got up and squeezed her brush in a side pocket of the suitcase.
She would be leaving to go to King's Cross station in three hours. She didn't like leaving her parents alone in the house, but then again...they wouldn't even notice that she was gone. Another tear ran down her face. She quikly brushed it away and dragged her trunk and suitcase downstairs.
She walked into her kitchen to see both her mother and father sitting at the table. She felt a stab of pain in her heart, making her almost gag. They both had large circles beneath their eyes and were very thin, both had oily hair and dirty clothes, they had looks of no emotion on their faces and they stared without blinking at the floor. Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes, she had done this to them, it was all her fault.
She kissed them both goodbye, although they didn't even feel that. They just kept staring at the floor, like zombies. Hermione ran out the kitchen and hauled her stuff to the front of her house. She looked at it one more time. The front lawn was very neglected and weeds had taken over the garden. The paint had peeled off and the bricks were blackened. There was a board nailed over one of the windows and graffiti covered the whole fence and house.
She closed her eyes and tried to remember the way it used to be here before...it happened. The house was painted white with a porch that held a straw rocking chair. The lawn was green and had daisies blossoming all over.
The front garden was a blur of colors that were every breed of flower immaginable. There was laughter and joy between Hermione and her parents. She could see her younger self running into her mother's waiting arms. She collided with her and they fell over onto the grass, laughing. Her father joined in too and they all laughed together.
The memory faded and the dark, ugly remains of her house flooded back to her. She grabed one end of her trunk, tucked her suitcase under her arm and started towards Jeff's house. Jeff was a good friend of hers and maybe he could give her a ride to the station.
She finally got to his house on the next block and rang the door bell. A few moments later a green haired teen appeared at the door. He had a mo- hawk and alot of face rings. He was dressed in a black, leather jacket thet was ripped revealing a tatoo of a fire ball. He also had tight, black pants that covered snake skin boots.
When he saw Hermione, his face broke into a grin.
"Ah, 'Mione! What up?" he said showing off a silver tonge ring.
"Hey Jeff, do you mind dropping me off at King's Cross station?" she asked sweetly.
"Sure, what for?" he said taking her trunk and suitcase. "School." she said airily.
He just shrugged and hauled it over to the garage. Hermione followed him and saw him tieing her trunk to a huge motorcicle with painted flames on the sides. She smiled as she remembered all the times she and Jeff rode to town to let off her nerves.
Jeff was someone specieal to Hermione, but not as a boyfriend, but as a bestfriend. He was the only one she had as Harry and Ron completly stopped paying any attention to her. They still were her friends, but they were more interested in their 'boy' stuff as in Quiddich.
Jeff exepted her like she was and she could tell him all her deepest secerets. Exept one. She couldn't bring herself to tell him. She was afraid that he would stop loving her if she did tell him. He knew that something was wrong and insisted that she tell him, but she would just shrug and change the subject.
This seceret had something to do when Hermione became weak or sick. She would either sway on the spot or fall over and then throw up. Or she would simply close her eyes and twitch for hours and hours. Jeff tried desperatly to help her, but all was in vain.
Jeff sat down on the motorcicle and motioned Hermione over to him. She walked over and put on a blood red motorcicle helmet. She wraped her arms around his waist to prevent herself of falling off and Jeff started the engine.
They were off. As they drove between all the cars on the highway, Hermione saw a large, beefy man pointing at them and shouting his guts out. She laughed as she saw that it was Harry's Uncle Vernon and he probably was driving Harry to the station as well. She saw Harry sitting in the backseat, giving them a reasuring smile as though telling them that the fat guy in the front seat always yelled at things that didn't concern him.
Hermione blew him a kiss and giggled at his shocked face and his sheepish grin. He didn't recognise her because of the helmet. Jeff put on a burst of speed and they drove forward.
"Who was that?" he asked.
"No idea." she answered airly.
They arrived at the station and Hermione slid off the seat. Jeff helped her untie her trunk and shoved it on a trolly. Hermione sighed and hugged her friend. "Take care 'Mione." he said as he mounted his bike. She nodded and gave him a reasuring smile. "If you want to talk or get something off your chest then you know were to find me." he said as he started his engine.
She watched him turn the corner and dissapear from sight. Hermione turned around and stared at her trolly. She sighed and pushed it towards the platform.
a\n Next chapter will be Draco's point of view, don't ya worry. Sorry to the people that might not like Jeff's look, but hey! I love freaks! I'm kind of a freak myself...teehee. I'm really different from my parents wich are all classic and proper.(they really piss me off sometimes) I guess I got the freak stuff from my big sis wich is also a weirdo.LoL!! So pleeze review and tell me if you liked it, hated it or whatever. Flames exepted!!