Hidden Scars
CHAPTER 2: Beautiful Disaster
A/N: I'm new here; please don't kill me for bad ideas! I'm just trying a story out on you guys. It's rated PG-13 For language and little abuse and violence. It is from Hermione's point of view, in case you don't get it. I don't own any JKR characters, only the ones you don't recognize. Ok please R/R. For everyone who thought this is H/Hr, boy r u in for a surprise!
(Hermione's POV)
I found myself a compartment, an empty one where I could read. I pulled out the same book I usually read, Hogwarts: A History. Halfway between chapters, the door to my compartment opened. I looked up, seeing Ron with his same confused face, halfway smiling. "Hermione! You're crying!" He yelled. I had no idea what he was talking about. I felt my eyes, and they were very wet. I looked at Ron with a sorrowful face, and he came over to give me a hug. "Now, What's wrong?" Ron said, trying to understand, but he really wasn't. I spoke up, "Well it's just, Harry and Ginny. I mean, it's no fair!" I felt more hot tears run down my cheeks, and Ron held on even tighter.
When I suddenly realized who was hugging me, I let go. "Sorry 'bout the tears, Ron." I muttered. "Um, 'Mione? Aren't you head girl?" I remembered that, and suddenly gathered my things and hurried out the door. But I stopped short. I ran back into the compartment, looked at Ron and said, "Don't call me 'Mione." I hated when people called me that! My name is not 'Mione, it's not "Herm" and it' definitely not "Hermy." People need to get my name right. I headed towards the head compartment, wondering who the hell Head Boy was. When I reached my destination, I pulled out my key, unlocked the door, and dropped everything at the site.
Draco Malfoy, pureblood jerk with an attitude, was sitting there, reading The Daily Prophet. I couldn't move. "Draco, what in god's name are you doing here?" I managed to say. "Bloody hell, Granger. Isn't it obvious that I was going to be Head Boy? Your grades only surpassed mine by a margin." "You're right, Malfoy. I totally forgot that your daddy fixes everything for you." I said, sitting down and opening my book again. I heard him mutter, "mud blood" and ignored the fact that his big head was looking rather good today. I shook this thought out of my mind and kept on reading.
After a while, Draco got up. "Want something to drink, Granger?" he said, and I was totally astonished. "Yes, water please." "Then get it yourself, mud blood." I heard him laugh on his way out. Stupid Malfoy. Stupid good-looking Malfoy. Wait- what? Harry's the person I want, not Malfoy. Malfoy is a jerk, and a death eater. But then again.. NO! No "Buts" about it. Malfoy is a jerk and I love him. I mean hate him.
I shook all my thoughts off, and ignored whatever my mind said. Right now all I was concerned about was Hogwarts: A History… and Malfoy. I could no longer fight it. He had always been mean to me, a real asshole. But as my mother always says, "There's a very thin line between love and hate," and love and hate were about to collide in the biggest ride of my life.
A/N: OK! Now here's a diary entry from Ginny, on the Hogwarts Express.
(Ginny's Diary)
Dear Diary,
Harry is so adorable! He's funny and witty, a real charmer. He really knows how to hit a girls heart. Him and I were just sitting in our compartment, having fun, you know, talking? And he kissed me! Yup! Kissed me! I was so happy that I did a little dance on the inside. But I can't help realizing how mad Hermione seems. Since Harry arrived at the burrow, she's been nothing but either angry or different. She now dresses to impress, and it's kind of weird. She's still all books, but she is trying to impress someone. And if it's Harry, then I have a feeling we're making her awfully angry.
Love,
GiNnY 3 3
(Back to Hermione's POV)
I sat in the head compartment, alone, thinking about.. Malfoy. It was coming naturally now. I painted a picture in my head of how we'd look together, sitting in Slytherin common room, together. I couldn't help but think of what Dumbledore had said last year to me in private. "Next year there will be some big changes for you, Miss Granger." I had no idea what they were, but I was really anxious to know. I sighed and finished reading Hogwarts: A History, and developed quite an appetite. So I got up and went to the food compartment. After getting a large batch of licorice, I headed back to my compartment, but stopping to see Harry and Ginny on the way.
Ginny was sleeping on Harry's shoulder, and Harry was reading. "Hey Harry," I said, smiling. Just because I had a newfound love for the jerk, doesn't mean I didn't like Harry. But it was odd. I felt like I did back in first and second year. Harry's just a friend. He looked up from his book, and whispered, "Come sit down, just don't wake Ginny." And he kissed her on her head. This made me feel no different. I suddenly didn't care. "No thanks, I've got to make it back to my compartment." "Oh- Hermione?" He said as I was leaving. I popped my head back in the compartment. "Who's head boy?" "Malfoy," I said, and walked away.
As I made my way through the train, I heard Ron's voice yelling from a compartment. I made my way to the muffled sound, and muttered, "Alohomora." The door swung open, revealing Malfoy holding Ron up against the wall with his wand. "Stop it!" I yelled, making Malfoy turn and Ron break free. "Ron, get out of here!" I said, making Ron leave me with Malfoy. "What's your problem, Mudblood?" Malfoy asked, glaring at me. "What else? You." I said, returning the glare and turning around, only to be stopped by Malfoy telling me to. I turned around, and a gush of water flew on top of me. I heard Malfoy laugh, and say, "There's your water, Granger." He laughed off, walking towards our compartment. Thank god I was wet, no one could tell I was crying. I sat down in the lonely compartment in which Malfoy tried hurting Ron. More and more tears fell down my cheeks, until I realized they were clearly visible. I got up, pulling my handkerchief and wiping my face. I summoned my blow dryer, and dried my clothes. After taking one last deep sigh, I strolled back to Head Compartment.
When I got in, There he was. He was reading some book in which I couldn't make out the title. I just silently sat in my seat, with my trunk open, looking for a new outfit to change into. "What's with the muggle clothes?" Draco's dark voice slithered into my ear. Wait, did I just call him- Draco? This was getting all too weird. I ignored him and continued browsing. All of a sudden, I felt soft lips wraps around my lips and a tongue slither into my mouth. I pulled back, staring at Draco Malfoy, with a smug expression on his face. "What the fuck?" I said, still holding an Abercrombie shirt. "I had to say something to get your attention." his eyes flickered and his eyebrows raised. I had to do it. I raised my hand and crossed it right over Malfoy's face. I heard him cry out, and he was now holding his cheek. 'Holy mother fucker, Granger! It was just a fucking kiss!" Malfoy sat down, face in his hands. I felt sympathy, but so I wouldn't let it out, I left.
I went to the back of the train where an empty compartment seemed to wait for me. I sat there alone, letting a few tears fall for letting myself get into this mess. "It's all Ginny's fault," I muttered to my self. "If she hadn't gotten Harry, I would still be in love with him and that would have prevented me from starting to slowly fall in love with Draco Malfoy." But then again, This was starting to turn out to be a beautiful disaster.
A/N: OK! Now for a really good thing I just thought of. We're going to switch to Draco's POV on the kiss, on the slap, and on Hermione. On we go!
(Draco's POV)
Granger sat there, looking through some muggle looking clothes. I decided to comment on them, so I said, "What's with the muggle clothes?" This didn't get her attention so I smiled to myself. I was going to do what I've waited for since I first laid eyes on her in first year. I would have done it before, If my father hadn't been so protective. When she was in the right position, I leaned in and kissed her. It was the best feeling in the world, until something hit me. It was Granger's hand. My face stung so wildly that I felt if I took my hand off my cheek, I would burn to death. I sat down, wondering what I did wrong, cursing and yelling and Granger. She just glared and walked out. She didn't even say sorry. I was determined to get her, even if it was the last thing I did.
I just sat in the compartment for an hour, face in my hands, trying to figure out what to do. Granger had probably gone to her slimy little friends, and they were probably going to come up to me later. I sat ehre thinking about all this, until I heard a knock on the door. I figured it was Granger, so I opened it. I was disgusted to what was out there. Potter and Weasly stood there, with confused, angry expressions. I stifled a laugh as I changed my expression to the same glare. "What are you two doing here? Come to try and fight back, Weasly?" I laughed as I remembered how funny it was when I pinned him up against the wall with my wand. "Malfoy, we're not here to talk to you," the pothead rang out, acting as if he were some hero. "Where's 'Mione?" Weasel said, holding his broken wand up. "I don't know, and I don't have time for this. She's not here, and I don't care. Now go on before I blast your scrawny bodies across the train." I glared at both of them, and watched them leave.
Granger was missing? I felt like I had to find her, but I wouldn't make it obvious. Knowing Granger, I figured she had gone to the back of the train. Every time she was upset in Hogwarts, she went to the back of the library. So I made my way to the back of the train. As I passed Longbottom, he shrank back in fear. He's been afraid of me ever since last year when I threatened him after he spilled pumpkin juice on my robes. I ignored him, and continued to the back compartment. It was locked, so I muttered, "Alohomora." The door swung open and Granger moved back into a corner. "Go away, Malfoy." she said in her angelic voice. Wait- gross. Since when do I use words like angelic? I shuddered and sat down next to her. "You know, you are the one that hit me. Look at this red mark." I said, actually grinning in front a Granger. She stifled a laugh and I managed to say the words I've wanted to say for a while. "You know, Granger, you're not half bad." She just looked at me as though I were an alien.
A/N: OK, that's the end of chapter 2. I'm gonna stay at Hermione's POV for a while, sorry for the changes in POV, I just needed to make different angles of the story. OK if u want chapter 3 please R/R! Thanks, *..HerMione..*
CHAPTER 2: Beautiful Disaster
A/N: I'm new here; please don't kill me for bad ideas! I'm just trying a story out on you guys. It's rated PG-13 For language and little abuse and violence. It is from Hermione's point of view, in case you don't get it. I don't own any JKR characters, only the ones you don't recognize. Ok please R/R. For everyone who thought this is H/Hr, boy r u in for a surprise!
(Hermione's POV)
I found myself a compartment, an empty one where I could read. I pulled out the same book I usually read, Hogwarts: A History. Halfway between chapters, the door to my compartment opened. I looked up, seeing Ron with his same confused face, halfway smiling. "Hermione! You're crying!" He yelled. I had no idea what he was talking about. I felt my eyes, and they were very wet. I looked at Ron with a sorrowful face, and he came over to give me a hug. "Now, What's wrong?" Ron said, trying to understand, but he really wasn't. I spoke up, "Well it's just, Harry and Ginny. I mean, it's no fair!" I felt more hot tears run down my cheeks, and Ron held on even tighter.
When I suddenly realized who was hugging me, I let go. "Sorry 'bout the tears, Ron." I muttered. "Um, 'Mione? Aren't you head girl?" I remembered that, and suddenly gathered my things and hurried out the door. But I stopped short. I ran back into the compartment, looked at Ron and said, "Don't call me 'Mione." I hated when people called me that! My name is not 'Mione, it's not "Herm" and it' definitely not "Hermy." People need to get my name right. I headed towards the head compartment, wondering who the hell Head Boy was. When I reached my destination, I pulled out my key, unlocked the door, and dropped everything at the site.
Draco Malfoy, pureblood jerk with an attitude, was sitting there, reading The Daily Prophet. I couldn't move. "Draco, what in god's name are you doing here?" I managed to say. "Bloody hell, Granger. Isn't it obvious that I was going to be Head Boy? Your grades only surpassed mine by a margin." "You're right, Malfoy. I totally forgot that your daddy fixes everything for you." I said, sitting down and opening my book again. I heard him mutter, "mud blood" and ignored the fact that his big head was looking rather good today. I shook this thought out of my mind and kept on reading.
After a while, Draco got up. "Want something to drink, Granger?" he said, and I was totally astonished. "Yes, water please." "Then get it yourself, mud blood." I heard him laugh on his way out. Stupid Malfoy. Stupid good-looking Malfoy. Wait- what? Harry's the person I want, not Malfoy. Malfoy is a jerk, and a death eater. But then again.. NO! No "Buts" about it. Malfoy is a jerk and I love him. I mean hate him.
I shook all my thoughts off, and ignored whatever my mind said. Right now all I was concerned about was Hogwarts: A History… and Malfoy. I could no longer fight it. He had always been mean to me, a real asshole. But as my mother always says, "There's a very thin line between love and hate," and love and hate were about to collide in the biggest ride of my life.
A/N: OK! Now here's a diary entry from Ginny, on the Hogwarts Express.
(Ginny's Diary)
Dear Diary,
Harry is so adorable! He's funny and witty, a real charmer. He really knows how to hit a girls heart. Him and I were just sitting in our compartment, having fun, you know, talking? And he kissed me! Yup! Kissed me! I was so happy that I did a little dance on the inside. But I can't help realizing how mad Hermione seems. Since Harry arrived at the burrow, she's been nothing but either angry or different. She now dresses to impress, and it's kind of weird. She's still all books, but she is trying to impress someone. And if it's Harry, then I have a feeling we're making her awfully angry.
Love,
GiNnY 3 3
(Back to Hermione's POV)
I sat in the head compartment, alone, thinking about.. Malfoy. It was coming naturally now. I painted a picture in my head of how we'd look together, sitting in Slytherin common room, together. I couldn't help but think of what Dumbledore had said last year to me in private. "Next year there will be some big changes for you, Miss Granger." I had no idea what they were, but I was really anxious to know. I sighed and finished reading Hogwarts: A History, and developed quite an appetite. So I got up and went to the food compartment. After getting a large batch of licorice, I headed back to my compartment, but stopping to see Harry and Ginny on the way.
Ginny was sleeping on Harry's shoulder, and Harry was reading. "Hey Harry," I said, smiling. Just because I had a newfound love for the jerk, doesn't mean I didn't like Harry. But it was odd. I felt like I did back in first and second year. Harry's just a friend. He looked up from his book, and whispered, "Come sit down, just don't wake Ginny." And he kissed her on her head. This made me feel no different. I suddenly didn't care. "No thanks, I've got to make it back to my compartment." "Oh- Hermione?" He said as I was leaving. I popped my head back in the compartment. "Who's head boy?" "Malfoy," I said, and walked away.
As I made my way through the train, I heard Ron's voice yelling from a compartment. I made my way to the muffled sound, and muttered, "Alohomora." The door swung open, revealing Malfoy holding Ron up against the wall with his wand. "Stop it!" I yelled, making Malfoy turn and Ron break free. "Ron, get out of here!" I said, making Ron leave me with Malfoy. "What's your problem, Mudblood?" Malfoy asked, glaring at me. "What else? You." I said, returning the glare and turning around, only to be stopped by Malfoy telling me to. I turned around, and a gush of water flew on top of me. I heard Malfoy laugh, and say, "There's your water, Granger." He laughed off, walking towards our compartment. Thank god I was wet, no one could tell I was crying. I sat down in the lonely compartment in which Malfoy tried hurting Ron. More and more tears fell down my cheeks, until I realized they were clearly visible. I got up, pulling my handkerchief and wiping my face. I summoned my blow dryer, and dried my clothes. After taking one last deep sigh, I strolled back to Head Compartment.
When I got in, There he was. He was reading some book in which I couldn't make out the title. I just silently sat in my seat, with my trunk open, looking for a new outfit to change into. "What's with the muggle clothes?" Draco's dark voice slithered into my ear. Wait, did I just call him- Draco? This was getting all too weird. I ignored him and continued browsing. All of a sudden, I felt soft lips wraps around my lips and a tongue slither into my mouth. I pulled back, staring at Draco Malfoy, with a smug expression on his face. "What the fuck?" I said, still holding an Abercrombie shirt. "I had to say something to get your attention." his eyes flickered and his eyebrows raised. I had to do it. I raised my hand and crossed it right over Malfoy's face. I heard him cry out, and he was now holding his cheek. 'Holy mother fucker, Granger! It was just a fucking kiss!" Malfoy sat down, face in his hands. I felt sympathy, but so I wouldn't let it out, I left.
I went to the back of the train where an empty compartment seemed to wait for me. I sat there alone, letting a few tears fall for letting myself get into this mess. "It's all Ginny's fault," I muttered to my self. "If she hadn't gotten Harry, I would still be in love with him and that would have prevented me from starting to slowly fall in love with Draco Malfoy." But then again, This was starting to turn out to be a beautiful disaster.
A/N: OK! Now for a really good thing I just thought of. We're going to switch to Draco's POV on the kiss, on the slap, and on Hermione. On we go!
(Draco's POV)
Granger sat there, looking through some muggle looking clothes. I decided to comment on them, so I said, "What's with the muggle clothes?" This didn't get her attention so I smiled to myself. I was going to do what I've waited for since I first laid eyes on her in first year. I would have done it before, If my father hadn't been so protective. When she was in the right position, I leaned in and kissed her. It was the best feeling in the world, until something hit me. It was Granger's hand. My face stung so wildly that I felt if I took my hand off my cheek, I would burn to death. I sat down, wondering what I did wrong, cursing and yelling and Granger. She just glared and walked out. She didn't even say sorry. I was determined to get her, even if it was the last thing I did.
I just sat in the compartment for an hour, face in my hands, trying to figure out what to do. Granger had probably gone to her slimy little friends, and they were probably going to come up to me later. I sat ehre thinking about all this, until I heard a knock on the door. I figured it was Granger, so I opened it. I was disgusted to what was out there. Potter and Weasly stood there, with confused, angry expressions. I stifled a laugh as I changed my expression to the same glare. "What are you two doing here? Come to try and fight back, Weasly?" I laughed as I remembered how funny it was when I pinned him up against the wall with my wand. "Malfoy, we're not here to talk to you," the pothead rang out, acting as if he were some hero. "Where's 'Mione?" Weasel said, holding his broken wand up. "I don't know, and I don't have time for this. She's not here, and I don't care. Now go on before I blast your scrawny bodies across the train." I glared at both of them, and watched them leave.
Granger was missing? I felt like I had to find her, but I wouldn't make it obvious. Knowing Granger, I figured she had gone to the back of the train. Every time she was upset in Hogwarts, she went to the back of the library. So I made my way to the back of the train. As I passed Longbottom, he shrank back in fear. He's been afraid of me ever since last year when I threatened him after he spilled pumpkin juice on my robes. I ignored him, and continued to the back compartment. It was locked, so I muttered, "Alohomora." The door swung open and Granger moved back into a corner. "Go away, Malfoy." she said in her angelic voice. Wait- gross. Since when do I use words like angelic? I shuddered and sat down next to her. "You know, you are the one that hit me. Look at this red mark." I said, actually grinning in front a Granger. She stifled a laugh and I managed to say the words I've wanted to say for a while. "You know, Granger, you're not half bad." She just looked at me as though I were an alien.
A/N: OK, that's the end of chapter 2. I'm gonna stay at Hermione's POV for a while, sorry for the changes in POV, I just needed to make different angles of the story. OK if u want chapter 3 please R/R! Thanks, *..HerMione..*