Title: Beauty and the Beast
Author: Mjade
Summary: Draco/Mione fic. One year after graduation. Ron and Harry go exploring and when they don't come back Hermione begins to worry. I know the title is corny but I named it that because the plot line is based on that.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and Walt Disney own Beauty and the Beast, the animation.
Rating: PG/Romance
Author's Note: I'm going to stir back to Hermione, now, since all of you know Ron and Harry are captured. Damn! ~Draco's Girl and Xaviera Xylira - More is coming but I'm going to be busy during weekdays. ~heartbrokenstraw- You'll find out who it is, but isn't it obvious? ~ Epequa- Thanks. I know it gets difficult but I like challenges. ~Darkangel009988- I know they're short but I can't add too much detail because I don't have much time especially when my HS exams are tomorrow and the day after. Thanks for your review.
Dedications: To all those who reviewed Chapter 2 and 3.
Next day at noon, Hermione stood beside the innkeeper's desk. She offered to watch the inn for a while for the innkeeper went to the baker's shop. Outside the inn, a plan was developing. Gaston and Le Fou waited until the innkeeper set off and then readied their plan for action.
"Today will be the day I ask Hermione to the big annual dance tonight! She just has to say yes!" Gaston said in his usual smug voice.
"Yeah, she better, since she blew you off three times already-" Le Fou laughed then stop abruptly when he met Gaston's angry glare.
"She said no, because she was merely busy with 'Four Eyes' and 'Carrot Top'," Gaston said.
"Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, sir," Le Fou mumbled.
"Now, how to bring up the question?" Gaston asked himself, ignoring Le Fou. He walked to the entrance of the inn, smiled and rang the doorbell.
Hermione groaned inwardly when she found Gaston with his annoying smirk, something like Malfoy's-wait why was she thinking about Draco Malfoy? She hadn't seen him for three years. Ugh! She still hated him but Gaston was worse. Usually, the people she loathed were actually better if they disliked her back. But what made her think of Malfoy? Why him of all people? Hermione hadn't realized that Gaston let himself in, but the sound of the door chime snapped her out of her thoughts. "Oh, hi monsieur Gaston," she managed to say, taking a step back as Gaston drew nearer. "What brings you here?"
"To see a lovely mademoiselle and to discuss our future," Gaston smiled at her.
"Ours? You mean yours," Hermione said, dreading his answer.
"No, ours. I was thinking about dancing gowns and tuxedos. Taking a few drinks, if you don't drink there's always Sherry Temple. We could go to those parties," Gaston said. Hermione stepped back some more. She wanted to busy herself with something, so she grabbed a rag on a nearby chair and started polishing the innkeeper's desk.
"Really?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, and then have more," Gaston said.
"More drinks?" Hermione asked.
"No, more dates!" Gaston said.
"Dates?" Hermione suddenly looked nervous. She turned back and headed to the door. Gaston followed her and said "So how about being my date tonight- be my girlfriend." Hermione had to fight back the urge to yell at him and throw him out of the inn.
"Gaston, I-I don't know what to say," Hermione stammered. Trapped with Gaston in front of her and her back to the door.
"Say you'll be my girlfriend," Gaston said closed his eyes and started leaning down. Hermione's eyes widened, she didn't know what to do. She backed closer on the door and her hand touch the door handle.
"I'm sorry-it's just that I" she turned the handle "I don't think I deserve you!" She opened the door and moved out of the way before Gaston lips touched her own, and he fell out of the door to a very *unsanitary* (a/n: I'm sorry! I just felt like putting that) mud puddle. Hermione had to suppress a laugh when an angry Gaston glared at the pig that snorted at him. Hermione turned around, flicked her hair with the front of her hand, smirked, and closed the door.
Le Fou started to run towards Gaston. "Gaston! Did she say yes?" Gaston, mad at the idiot, grabbed him by the collar and said, "I will make Hermione my girlfriend! Make no mistake of that!" He threw Le Fou in to the puddle and got out full of mud stains on his tuxedo.
Hermione waited for a while still wishing Gaston didn't ask her what he did. She was sick of staying in town she wished there was someplace she could go. Somewhere far away. Again, her mind went back to Malfoy. Sheesh! Wait 'till Harry and Ron hear I'm thinking of ferret boy, she thought, unaware that she used his old nickname. They'd be thrilled! Gloomily, she looked at the window. She opened the door a crack to see if the dimwit was still out there.
"Is he gone?" She asked herself, looked around and saw no Gaston. She sighed in relief then said "Can you imagine? He asked me to go out with him? Me, the girlfriend of that boorish, brainless." She threw the basket down scaring some of the chickens.
"Gaston and Granger! Can't you just see it?" She said it like she was allergic to something. She took the rag in her hand and continued to walk. "Gaston and I! His little girlfriend!" She said with utter disgust and threw the rag away. She moved away from the inn and said "No sir! Not me! I guarantee it! I want much more than this provincial life!" Hermione ran on top of the hill and sang:
"I want adventure in the great wild somewhere! I want it more than I can tell . . ." she sat down on the clean grass. She picked up a flower and said softly to her self, "And for once it might be grand, to have someone understand . . . I want so much more than they've got planned." With one final sniff of its sweet scent, she let go of the flower and it was swept away in the wind.
Hermione was just about to lie down but the sound of hooves made her sit up and look around. "Philip?" She said still uncertain. She went down the hill and the horse looked at her. "Philip! What happened? Where's Harry, Ron?" She asked getting worried. Philip moved his head. "Oh no, I know I should have gone with them. We've got to find them!"
Hermione hastily wrote a note addressed to the innkeeper saying that she wouldn't be at the inn the whole day. She climbed onto Philip and said, "Let's go and find them!"
Philip and Hermione rode down the meadow in the mid afternoon, and into France's forests. . .
A/N: Okay, I know it's not exciting at all and my chapter is still too short but keep reading. I promise the next chapter will be much better.
Author: Mjade
Summary: Draco/Mione fic. One year after graduation. Ron and Harry go exploring and when they don't come back Hermione begins to worry. I know the title is corny but I named it that because the plot line is based on that.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and Walt Disney own Beauty and the Beast, the animation.
Rating: PG/Romance
Author's Note: I'm going to stir back to Hermione, now, since all of you know Ron and Harry are captured. Damn! ~Draco's Girl and Xaviera Xylira - More is coming but I'm going to be busy during weekdays. ~heartbrokenstraw- You'll find out who it is, but isn't it obvious? ~ Epequa- Thanks. I know it gets difficult but I like challenges. ~Darkangel009988- I know they're short but I can't add too much detail because I don't have much time especially when my HS exams are tomorrow and the day after. Thanks for your review.
Dedications: To all those who reviewed Chapter 2 and 3.
Next day at noon, Hermione stood beside the innkeeper's desk. She offered to watch the inn for a while for the innkeeper went to the baker's shop. Outside the inn, a plan was developing. Gaston and Le Fou waited until the innkeeper set off and then readied their plan for action.
"Today will be the day I ask Hermione to the big annual dance tonight! She just has to say yes!" Gaston said in his usual smug voice.
"Yeah, she better, since she blew you off three times already-" Le Fou laughed then stop abruptly when he met Gaston's angry glare.
"She said no, because she was merely busy with 'Four Eyes' and 'Carrot Top'," Gaston said.
"Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, sir," Le Fou mumbled.
"Now, how to bring up the question?" Gaston asked himself, ignoring Le Fou. He walked to the entrance of the inn, smiled and rang the doorbell.
Hermione groaned inwardly when she found Gaston with his annoying smirk, something like Malfoy's-wait why was she thinking about Draco Malfoy? She hadn't seen him for three years. Ugh! She still hated him but Gaston was worse. Usually, the people she loathed were actually better if they disliked her back. But what made her think of Malfoy? Why him of all people? Hermione hadn't realized that Gaston let himself in, but the sound of the door chime snapped her out of her thoughts. "Oh, hi monsieur Gaston," she managed to say, taking a step back as Gaston drew nearer. "What brings you here?"
"To see a lovely mademoiselle and to discuss our future," Gaston smiled at her.
"Ours? You mean yours," Hermione said, dreading his answer.
"No, ours. I was thinking about dancing gowns and tuxedos. Taking a few drinks, if you don't drink there's always Sherry Temple. We could go to those parties," Gaston said. Hermione stepped back some more. She wanted to busy herself with something, so she grabbed a rag on a nearby chair and started polishing the innkeeper's desk.
"Really?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, and then have more," Gaston said.
"More drinks?" Hermione asked.
"No, more dates!" Gaston said.
"Dates?" Hermione suddenly looked nervous. She turned back and headed to the door. Gaston followed her and said "So how about being my date tonight- be my girlfriend." Hermione had to fight back the urge to yell at him and throw him out of the inn.
"Gaston, I-I don't know what to say," Hermione stammered. Trapped with Gaston in front of her and her back to the door.
"Say you'll be my girlfriend," Gaston said closed his eyes and started leaning down. Hermione's eyes widened, she didn't know what to do. She backed closer on the door and her hand touch the door handle.
"I'm sorry-it's just that I" she turned the handle "I don't think I deserve you!" She opened the door and moved out of the way before Gaston lips touched her own, and he fell out of the door to a very *unsanitary* (a/n: I'm sorry! I just felt like putting that) mud puddle. Hermione had to suppress a laugh when an angry Gaston glared at the pig that snorted at him. Hermione turned around, flicked her hair with the front of her hand, smirked, and closed the door.
Le Fou started to run towards Gaston. "Gaston! Did she say yes?" Gaston, mad at the idiot, grabbed him by the collar and said, "I will make Hermione my girlfriend! Make no mistake of that!" He threw Le Fou in to the puddle and got out full of mud stains on his tuxedo.
Hermione waited for a while still wishing Gaston didn't ask her what he did. She was sick of staying in town she wished there was someplace she could go. Somewhere far away. Again, her mind went back to Malfoy. Sheesh! Wait 'till Harry and Ron hear I'm thinking of ferret boy, she thought, unaware that she used his old nickname. They'd be thrilled! Gloomily, she looked at the window. She opened the door a crack to see if the dimwit was still out there.
"Is he gone?" She asked herself, looked around and saw no Gaston. She sighed in relief then said "Can you imagine? He asked me to go out with him? Me, the girlfriend of that boorish, brainless." She threw the basket down scaring some of the chickens.
"Gaston and Granger! Can't you just see it?" She said it like she was allergic to something. She took the rag in her hand and continued to walk. "Gaston and I! His little girlfriend!" She said with utter disgust and threw the rag away. She moved away from the inn and said "No sir! Not me! I guarantee it! I want much more than this provincial life!" Hermione ran on top of the hill and sang:
"I want adventure in the great wild somewhere! I want it more than I can tell . . ." she sat down on the clean grass. She picked up a flower and said softly to her self, "And for once it might be grand, to have someone understand . . . I want so much more than they've got planned." With one final sniff of its sweet scent, she let go of the flower and it was swept away in the wind.
Hermione was just about to lie down but the sound of hooves made her sit up and look around. "Philip?" She said still uncertain. She went down the hill and the horse looked at her. "Philip! What happened? Where's Harry, Ron?" She asked getting worried. Philip moved his head. "Oh no, I know I should have gone with them. We've got to find them!"
Hermione hastily wrote a note addressed to the innkeeper saying that she wouldn't be at the inn the whole day. She climbed onto Philip and said, "Let's go and find them!"
Philip and Hermione rode down the meadow in the mid afternoon, and into France's forests. . .
A/N: Okay, I know it's not exciting at all and my chapter is still too short but keep reading. I promise the next chapter will be much better.