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 back again to continue this story! I missed ff.net a lot but I had so much fun this x'mas especially on New Year. 2002! Phew! We made it! Okay this chapter is going back to Hermione, hope you enjoy it!
Hermione Granger sits on her bed and takes another look around her bedroom. How did she get into this mess? Being under the same roof with her longtime archenemy, the 'evil' Draco Malfoy, and realizing that she would never see her family and her friends again, was the sadness than even she couldn't explain.
* Draco Malfoy! What was he doing here, and in France, of all places? He might as well be put in Azkaban, if he was the death eater Harry was talking about. What do I mean when I say ' if ' ? Of course he must be, but why is there doubt in my thoughts? This place must be playing with my head. Why did he agree to take me when its Harry he's so jealous of? When it's Harry Potter, the boy who lived, so valuable? During our graduation day, when I was the valedictorian, when I received my diploma and stepped down—I saw Malfoy smiling at me. Not smirking but a real, warm, genuine smile. I almost would have mistaken him for another person. But his silvery blond hair and his gray eyes were a giveaway. In that smile I thought we had finally made a truce after his hating of me (and my friends) throughout all my years at Hogwarts. But I was wrong. He's taken me as his prisoner and took me away from everything I loved and lived for . . .*
Hermione's sobs ceased when she heard a knock on the door. She recognized that it couldn't have been Malfoy's. She wiped her eyes and asked, "Who is it?"
"Mrs. Potts, dear," the voice said. Relieved by that gentle voice, Hermione opened the door just to see no one.
"I thought you might like a nice spot of tea." Hermione looked down and saw a plump creature, with a teapot, and a smaller creature following her. House elves? They were a lot taller and their features were more detailed, but yes, they could be house elves.
"You're a. . . house elf!" Hermione exclaimed, and she bumped into the wardrobe. The wardrobe doors suddenly flew open and out stepped another house elf.
"Careful," the wardrobe elf said.
"Sorry," Hermione said as she sat on the bed again, "it's just that this is all very weird."
"I know it is, but here we are!" the wardrobe elf spoke again.
"Told you she was pretty, mama, didn't I," the little creature beside Mrs. Potts said.
"All right, Chip, that'll do," Mrs. Potts said, pouring the tea into the cup that Chip held out.
"Thank you," Hermione said, as she was offered the cup. "I didn't think there would be any considerate living beings in this dark castle or mansion, especially with someone as selfish as Draco Malfoy!" Hermione calmed herself down when she drank her tea.
"We thought that was a very noble thing you did, my dear," Mrs. Potts said trying to comfort Hermione.
"We both think so," the wardrobe elf said.
"But I lost everything-- my best friends, my dreams, everything!" Hermione's eyes saddened.
Mrs. Potts sympathized with the young lady and comforted her. "Cheer up child, everything will turn out all right," she looks up as she remembers something. "Oops! Look at me, jabbering on, when there's a supper to get on the table. Come along, Chip!" Mrs. Potts and Chip walked out the door. *Dinner with Malfoy? Ugh. Do I have to be reminded?* Hermione thought.
The wardrobe elf began to speak, "Well, surely you don't need make up. You've got your natural beauty. But what should we dress you in for dinner?" The little elf checked the wardrobe. The creature's eyes went wide as she spotted a lavender dress with a low neckline (a/n: yes, I know I changed it). "Ah! Here you'll look ravishing in this one!"
Hermione made a hand gesture to say no and said, "That's very kind of you, but I'm not going to dinner."
"Oh, but you must!" the wardrobe elf gasped. The doors open again, and a male elf waddled in clearing his throat. He had a pocket watch at his side. "Ahem, hem, hem. Dinner is served!" Cogsworth announced while bowing.
***
Draco Malfoy was pacing near the fireplace with a furious look on his face. "What's taking so long? I told that mudblood to come down. Why isn't she here yet?"
"You must be patient, Master Malfoy. The girl lost her friends and freedom in only one day," Mrs. Potts said.
"Er. . . Master, have you thought that, perhaps, this could be the girl that could break the spell?"
Draco looked at him angrily, "My memory is not that bad. That is THE Hermione Granger, my damn father was talking about. I'm not stupid! She's so beautiful, and after all the things I've done to her—she must hate me even more now. I don't know how to make her see I love her and gain her trust."
"You must help her put her past impressions of you behind. Make yourself presentable," Mrs. Potts suggested.
"Be gentle. Compliment her instead of insulting her. I think you might, perhaps, want to drop the name
'mudblood'," Lumiere offered. Draco wasn't sure he could learn this in a matter of minutes. He had been a spoiled brat. He may be handsome and distinguished, but he could not wash away the feeling of hate and love in him for her. The door creaked open slowly and Lumiere whispered to him, "Here she is!"
Draco straightened up just to see Cogsworth enter with no Hermione Granger. "Well where is she?" Draco growled.
Cogsworth pretended to look startled, but it was visible he was just trying to buy some time. "Who? Oh yes! The girl. Well, actually, she's in the process of, ah, um, circumstances being, well, what they are, ah, err. . ." he finally gave up and dropped his hands. "Mistress Hermione is not coming!"
"WHAT?!" Draco roared. He roughly pushes the doors while Lumiere, Mrs. Potts, and Cogsworth raced with him.
"Your grace! Please, let's not be hasty!" Cogsworth tried to say. Draco ran to her door and banged on it three times.
"I thought I told you to come down to dinner!" Draco yelled.
"I'm not hungry!" The voice of Hermione came from the door.
"MUDBLOOD! Don't make me DISINTEGRATE the door with my wand!"
Lumiere chose this time to interrupt, "Master Malfoy, I could be wrong, but, heh, that may not be the best way to win the girl's affections," he finished weakly.
"But Granger is being so DIFFICULT!" Draco said the last word loudly enough for Hermione to hear.
"Gently, gently," Mrs. Potts said.
Looking irritated he said in a softer tone and slower voice, "Will you come down to dinner?"
"No!" Hermione said stubbornly.
"Please Master, use your charm on her," Cogsworth said. Draco Malfoy could charm easily any or everybody except Hermione. It was strange, maybe that's why Draco liked her. She was a challenge. Lucius must have known this too.
"It would give me great pleasure, if you were to join me for dinner. . ." Draco said. *Do I have to say it?* He thought. ". . .please?"
Hermione paused for a while. *Did he just say 'please'?* "No, thank you!" She said at last.
Draco became frustrated and angrily yelled once again, "You can't stay in there FOREVER!"
"Oh, yes I CAN!" Hermione said, with her stubbornness audible in her voice.
"Fine! If you want it that way, Granger! Go ahead and STARVE!" He looked down at the three elves. "If she doesn't eat with me then she doesn't eat at all!" He ran to the west wing, slammed the door and unaware that he caused a piece of the ceiling to fall on Lumiere.
"I ask nicely, but she refuses. What does she want me to do. . .BEG?!!" He said to no one. He took the mirror, he bewitched to be his window to the outside world. He held it and said, "Show me the girl!"
It showed the bedroom and centered on the bed where Hermione was sitting with her arms crossed and her cloak still around her. He saw the wardrobe elf had a pleading look on her face.
"You know, Master Malfoy may not be so bad as you remembered him," the wardrobe elf said.
"Master? Is that what he all got you calling him now? What's next? Your majesty? I'm sorry, but you didn't know him the way I do. Maybe Harry and Ron can put up with him but I can't forgive for depriving me from my freedom! I don't want to get to know him now, I don't what to have anything to do with him!" Hermione said angrily.
The image in the mirror vanished, and he set it down. "I'm just fooling myself. She'll never see me as anything...but a monster. I must be ridiculous, even thinking about breaking the spell. It's hopeless."
Draco rolled up his sleeve to see the dark mark that was forced on him. He heard his father's voice in his head again: "If you earn her love, the spell will be broken, the dark mark will vanish, Voldemort will lose the protection my spell provided for him, and you'll have your freedom!"
A/N: Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter. So sorry about the break I had to take from ff.net. Glad to be back. Read and review please! My school starts on the 7th. Yes, life's unfair! Thanks to everybody who reviewed while I was gone. I nearly have 20 reviews!
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 back again to continue this story! I missed ff.net a lot but I had so much fun this x'mas especially on New Year. 2002! Phew! We made it! Okay this chapter is going back to Hermione, hope you enjoy it!
Hermione Granger sits on her bed and takes another look around her bedroom. How did she get into this mess? Being under the same roof with her longtime archenemy, the 'evil' Draco Malfoy, and realizing that she would never see her family and her friends again, was the sadness than even she couldn't explain.
* Draco Malfoy! What was he doing here, and in France, of all places? He might as well be put in Azkaban, if he was the death eater Harry was talking about. What do I mean when I say ' if ' ? Of course he must be, but why is there doubt in my thoughts? This place must be playing with my head. Why did he agree to take me when its Harry he's so jealous of? When it's Harry Potter, the boy who lived, so valuable? During our graduation day, when I was the valedictorian, when I received my diploma and stepped down—I saw Malfoy smiling at me. Not smirking but a real, warm, genuine smile. I almost would have mistaken him for another person. But his silvery blond hair and his gray eyes were a giveaway. In that smile I thought we had finally made a truce after his hating of me (and my friends) throughout all my years at Hogwarts. But I was wrong. He's taken me as his prisoner and took me away from everything I loved and lived for . . .*
Hermione's sobs ceased when she heard a knock on the door. She recognized that it couldn't have been Malfoy's. She wiped her eyes and asked, "Who is it?"
"Mrs. Potts, dear," the voice said. Relieved by that gentle voice, Hermione opened the door just to see no one.
"I thought you might like a nice spot of tea." Hermione looked down and saw a plump creature, with a teapot, and a smaller creature following her. House elves? They were a lot taller and their features were more detailed, but yes, they could be house elves.
"You're a. . . house elf!" Hermione exclaimed, and she bumped into the wardrobe. The wardrobe doors suddenly flew open and out stepped another house elf.
"Careful," the wardrobe elf said.
"Sorry," Hermione said as she sat on the bed again, "it's just that this is all very weird."
"I know it is, but here we are!" the wardrobe elf spoke again.
"Told you she was pretty, mama, didn't I," the little creature beside Mrs. Potts said.
"All right, Chip, that'll do," Mrs. Potts said, pouring the tea into the cup that Chip held out.
"Thank you," Hermione said, as she was offered the cup. "I didn't think there would be any considerate living beings in this dark castle or mansion, especially with someone as selfish as Draco Malfoy!" Hermione calmed herself down when she drank her tea.
"We thought that was a very noble thing you did, my dear," Mrs. Potts said trying to comfort Hermione.
"We both think so," the wardrobe elf said.
"But I lost everything-- my best friends, my dreams, everything!" Hermione's eyes saddened.
Mrs. Potts sympathized with the young lady and comforted her. "Cheer up child, everything will turn out all right," she looks up as she remembers something. "Oops! Look at me, jabbering on, when there's a supper to get on the table. Come along, Chip!" Mrs. Potts and Chip walked out the door. *Dinner with Malfoy? Ugh. Do I have to be reminded?* Hermione thought.
The wardrobe elf began to speak, "Well, surely you don't need make up. You've got your natural beauty. But what should we dress you in for dinner?" The little elf checked the wardrobe. The creature's eyes went wide as she spotted a lavender dress with a low neckline (a/n: yes, I know I changed it). "Ah! Here you'll look ravishing in this one!"
Hermione made a hand gesture to say no and said, "That's very kind of you, but I'm not going to dinner."
"Oh, but you must!" the wardrobe elf gasped. The doors open again, and a male elf waddled in clearing his throat. He had a pocket watch at his side. "Ahem, hem, hem. Dinner is served!" Cogsworth announced while bowing.
***
Draco Malfoy was pacing near the fireplace with a furious look on his face. "What's taking so long? I told that mudblood to come down. Why isn't she here yet?"
"You must be patient, Master Malfoy. The girl lost her friends and freedom in only one day," Mrs. Potts said.
"Er. . . Master, have you thought that, perhaps, this could be the girl that could break the spell?"
Draco looked at him angrily, "My memory is not that bad. That is THE Hermione Granger, my damn father was talking about. I'm not stupid! She's so beautiful, and after all the things I've done to her—she must hate me even more now. I don't know how to make her see I love her and gain her trust."
"You must help her put her past impressions of you behind. Make yourself presentable," Mrs. Potts suggested.
"Be gentle. Compliment her instead of insulting her. I think you might, perhaps, want to drop the name
'mudblood'," Lumiere offered. Draco wasn't sure he could learn this in a matter of minutes. He had been a spoiled brat. He may be handsome and distinguished, but he could not wash away the feeling of hate and love in him for her. The door creaked open slowly and Lumiere whispered to him, "Here she is!"
Draco straightened up just to see Cogsworth enter with no Hermione Granger. "Well where is she?" Draco growled.
Cogsworth pretended to look startled, but it was visible he was just trying to buy some time. "Who? Oh yes! The girl. Well, actually, she's in the process of, ah, um, circumstances being, well, what they are, ah, err. . ." he finally gave up and dropped his hands. "Mistress Hermione is not coming!"
"WHAT?!" Draco roared. He roughly pushes the doors while Lumiere, Mrs. Potts, and Cogsworth raced with him.
"Your grace! Please, let's not be hasty!" Cogsworth tried to say. Draco ran to her door and banged on it three times.
"I thought I told you to come down to dinner!" Draco yelled.
"I'm not hungry!" The voice of Hermione came from the door.
"MUDBLOOD! Don't make me DISINTEGRATE the door with my wand!"
Lumiere chose this time to interrupt, "Master Malfoy, I could be wrong, but, heh, that may not be the best way to win the girl's affections," he finished weakly.
"But Granger is being so DIFFICULT!" Draco said the last word loudly enough for Hermione to hear.
"Gently, gently," Mrs. Potts said.
Looking irritated he said in a softer tone and slower voice, "Will you come down to dinner?"
"No!" Hermione said stubbornly.
"Please Master, use your charm on her," Cogsworth said. Draco Malfoy could charm easily any or everybody except Hermione. It was strange, maybe that's why Draco liked her. She was a challenge. Lucius must have known this too.
"It would give me great pleasure, if you were to join me for dinner. . ." Draco said. *Do I have to say it?* He thought. ". . .please?"
Hermione paused for a while. *Did he just say 'please'?* "No, thank you!" She said at last.
Draco became frustrated and angrily yelled once again, "You can't stay in there FOREVER!"
"Oh, yes I CAN!" Hermione said, with her stubbornness audible in her voice.
"Fine! If you want it that way, Granger! Go ahead and STARVE!" He looked down at the three elves. "If she doesn't eat with me then she doesn't eat at all!" He ran to the west wing, slammed the door and unaware that he caused a piece of the ceiling to fall on Lumiere.
"I ask nicely, but she refuses. What does she want me to do. . .BEG?!!" He said to no one. He took the mirror, he bewitched to be his window to the outside world. He held it and said, "Show me the girl!"
It showed the bedroom and centered on the bed where Hermione was sitting with her arms crossed and her cloak still around her. He saw the wardrobe elf had a pleading look on her face.
"You know, Master Malfoy may not be so bad as you remembered him," the wardrobe elf said.
"Master? Is that what he all got you calling him now? What's next? Your majesty? I'm sorry, but you didn't know him the way I do. Maybe Harry and Ron can put up with him but I can't forgive for depriving me from my freedom! I don't want to get to know him now, I don't what to have anything to do with him!" Hermione said angrily.
The image in the mirror vanished, and he set it down. "I'm just fooling myself. She'll never see me as anything...but a monster. I must be ridiculous, even thinking about breaking the spell. It's hopeless."
Draco rolled up his sleeve to see the dark mark that was forced on him. He heard his father's voice in his head again: "If you earn her love, the spell will be broken, the dark mark will vanish, Voldemort will lose the protection my spell provided for him, and you'll have your freedom!"
A/N: Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter. So sorry about the break I had to take from ff.net. Glad to be back. Read and review please! My school starts on the 7th. Yes, life's unfair! Thanks to everybody who reviewed while I was gone. I nearly have 20 reviews!