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: Thanks to DarkIllusion, Li-chan, muchacha, and Beauty Full (it's not everyday someone reviews for almost every chapter. Thanks!) for reviewing Chapter 9! Well onto the next chapter!
After calming down, Draco Malfoy sank to the floor in despair. He might have just ruined his chances with Hermione Granger. It was true; he was a beast, a cruel monster—just like his father. Draco's hands balled into fists, his nails digging into his palm. He punched the stained glass of the balcony door and watched, whatever cut he had, bleed. A wolf howled from the dark woods.
Hermione burst through the door, hurt by what Malfoy had just said. She grabbed her cloak and rushed down the stairs. Her eyesight became blurry as tears welled up in her eyes. She ran past Lumiere and Cogsworth who wore a confused look on both of their faces.
"Where—Where are you going, mademoiselle?" Lumiere asked.
Hermione replies with a slight sign of trembling in her voice. "Promise or no promise! I can't stay here another minute!" She runs out the massive doors and fails to hear Cogsworth pleas for her to come back.
Hermione caught the sight of Phillipe (a/n: my friend said this was the real spelling. She takes French class.) and climbed onto his back. She leads Phillipe into the forest and he abruptly stopped and the horse's and the rider's eyes widened. Hungry yellow eyes glared at her. Hermione gasps and pulls on the reins on Phillipe, but he was way ahead of her. He galloped through the forest with the wolves immediately running after them. Hermione urges Phillipe to move faster and finally Phillipe kicks one of the wolves and it hits the tree. As Hermione and Phillipe come upon a frozen lake, some ice collapses and Phillipe is forced to ford through the icy river. Some brave (though could be considered idiotic) wolves follow them only to find themselves drowning. Hermione found herself near a clearing but was blocked by a number of wolves exposing their frightening jaws and drool dripping on to the rough ground. Phillipe threw his hooves up in the air causing Hermione to slide off his back and his reins wrapping around a tree branch.
One of the wolves threatens to bite Phillipe but Hermione picks up a stick, shaped similar to a cylinder, and hit him before he bit. As Hermione tries to beat the wolves up, a huge one takes the stick into his mouth and cracks it in half. Hermione gasps. Feeling defenseless, Hermione tries to leap onto Phillipe but is pulled down by a wolf catching her cloak in his mouth. Another wolf, whose eyes were gleaming hungrier than ever, gets ready to pounce on Hermione when he is thrown off in different direction by someone—it was Malfoy. Hermione tries to get up and as the wolves focus on the intruder.
"Get in back of me!" He yells at Hermione, and steps between her and the wolves.
"Wait! You'll get hurt!" Hermione said.
"This is no time to hear your bloody useless arguments, mudblood! Just do what I say!"
He waves his wand to throw a single wolf backwards just to have three wolves lunge at him. His wand falls out of his grasp, as a wolf caught his cloak and rips it off. The other wolf jumps on him and sank his teeth into his arm and Malfoy cries in pain. He pulls his arm away to reveal a deep and bloody bite. The third wolf pounced onto his chest nearly knocking the air out of him. He throws the wolf of him, but his energy fails him when he's brought to the ground again. Hermione had to do something quick. She searched around for another stick and that's when she caught sight of Malfoy's wand and tossed it to him. Malfoy takes hold of his wand again and mutters a spell that sent the wolf flying and hitting a tree, knocking him out. The wolves, frightened, turn and fled.
Draco turned to look at Hermione, her eyes still wide. They both stared at each other in silence, despite Draco's heavy breathing. Soon, his glare turned into a dazed expression, which changed into an exhausted one. His eyelids slid close and he collapsed onto the ground. Hermione got up slowly, retrieving her cloak, but just when she was about to leap onto Phillipe's back and ride off, she looked back at Malfoy. He pulled him on top of Phillipe, his wound bleeding badly, and turned back to the castle. Hermione looked at the man, her enemy, and someone who just risked his life to save hers.
***
Draco Malfoy eyes slid open slightly. He seemed to be on his two feet supported by. . .Hermione. Hermione hadn't known Draco suddenly became conscious as she led his right hand over her shoulders. Draco looked at her a little surprised. He would have thought she would escape leaving him in the cold of the snow. But no, she was here, helping him get back to the castle.
"Granger?" He whispered to her, as they entered the castle.
Hermione's head turned and realized he was awake, "Yes, Malfoy?"
"What the hell are you still doing here? You always said you wished I was dead, why waste this opportunity?"
"I would have, but I do have a conscience," Hermione said.
"You and your bloody conscience," Draco said.
"Goodness gracious!" Cogsworth waddled over when he saw the pair. " Mademoiselle, I'm glad to see you come back in one piece! Master Malfoy, are you all right?"
"I'm bleeding and you still ask if I'm all right?" Malfoy said angrily.
"He says he's fine and can I have a bowl of hot water and a clean rag, please," Hermione cut in, glaring at Malfoy.
"You don't have to be so damn nice."
"I know, but like I said before, I do have a conscience."
"You and your bloody conscience," Malfoy muttered, when he looked at Hermione he swore he saw her smile for a second.
***
Draco sat in the huge chair in the den. Lumiere had put fire on the fireplace and Mrs. Potts poured hot water into the bowl. Hermione looked at her gratefully as she soaked the rag.
"Here. Stop it Malfoy," she says as Malfoy moves his arm away. "Just hold still!" She applies the rag and Malfoy grabs the rag and throws it absently at Cogsworth.
"That hurts!" He complained. He usually could take this pain since the dark mark was already forced on him, but he wasn't going to make this easy for Hermione.
"I'm sorry, Malfoy. Excuse me for my ignorance, I didn't know you still are a baby," Hermione replied sarcastically. "If you held still it wouldn't hurt as much."
"Well if you hadn't run away, this wouldn't have happened!"
"Well if you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away!"
"Well you shouldn't have been in the West Wing!"
"Well you should learn to control your temper!" Hermione retorted. Malfoy tries to say something but is at loss of words. This never happened before. He always knew what to say. Always. . . until now.
"Wow, the 'Great Malfoy' is at loss of words," Hermione smirked.
"I'm just making this easy for you."
"Sure, whatever. Now hold still," Hermione applies the rag again. Malfoy grits his teeth but she was right it didn't hurt too much.
Hermione looks up at him and says softly, "By the way, um. . . thank you for saving my life."
Malfoy pinching himself mentally, looked at her surprise.
"Your welcome," He says tenderly. And they both smiled at each other with a new respect displayed on their faces.
A/N: Sorry it was so short and took so long to get here. But since I'm moving, I'm having my computer staying at my friend's house temporarily before it can be moved into my apartment. So I won't be able to use the computer frequently. But I'm keeping my promise of continuing, so make someone happy and review. Luv you lots!
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: Thanks to DarkIllusion, Li-chan, muchacha, and Beauty Full (it's not everyday someone reviews for almost every chapter. Thanks!) for reviewing Chapter 9! Well onto the next chapter!
After calming down, Draco Malfoy sank to the floor in despair. He might have just ruined his chances with Hermione Granger. It was true; he was a beast, a cruel monster—just like his father. Draco's hands balled into fists, his nails digging into his palm. He punched the stained glass of the balcony door and watched, whatever cut he had, bleed. A wolf howled from the dark woods.
Hermione burst through the door, hurt by what Malfoy had just said. She grabbed her cloak and rushed down the stairs. Her eyesight became blurry as tears welled up in her eyes. She ran past Lumiere and Cogsworth who wore a confused look on both of their faces.
"Where—Where are you going, mademoiselle?" Lumiere asked.
Hermione replies with a slight sign of trembling in her voice. "Promise or no promise! I can't stay here another minute!" She runs out the massive doors and fails to hear Cogsworth pleas for her to come back.
Hermione caught the sight of Phillipe (a/n: my friend said this was the real spelling. She takes French class.) and climbed onto his back. She leads Phillipe into the forest and he abruptly stopped and the horse's and the rider's eyes widened. Hungry yellow eyes glared at her. Hermione gasps and pulls on the reins on Phillipe, but he was way ahead of her. He galloped through the forest with the wolves immediately running after them. Hermione urges Phillipe to move faster and finally Phillipe kicks one of the wolves and it hits the tree. As Hermione and Phillipe come upon a frozen lake, some ice collapses and Phillipe is forced to ford through the icy river. Some brave (though could be considered idiotic) wolves follow them only to find themselves drowning. Hermione found herself near a clearing but was blocked by a number of wolves exposing their frightening jaws and drool dripping on to the rough ground. Phillipe threw his hooves up in the air causing Hermione to slide off his back and his reins wrapping around a tree branch.
One of the wolves threatens to bite Phillipe but Hermione picks up a stick, shaped similar to a cylinder, and hit him before he bit. As Hermione tries to beat the wolves up, a huge one takes the stick into his mouth and cracks it in half. Hermione gasps. Feeling defenseless, Hermione tries to leap onto Phillipe but is pulled down by a wolf catching her cloak in his mouth. Another wolf, whose eyes were gleaming hungrier than ever, gets ready to pounce on Hermione when he is thrown off in different direction by someone—it was Malfoy. Hermione tries to get up and as the wolves focus on the intruder.
"Get in back of me!" He yells at Hermione, and steps between her and the wolves.
"Wait! You'll get hurt!" Hermione said.
"This is no time to hear your bloody useless arguments, mudblood! Just do what I say!"
He waves his wand to throw a single wolf backwards just to have three wolves lunge at him. His wand falls out of his grasp, as a wolf caught his cloak and rips it off. The other wolf jumps on him and sank his teeth into his arm and Malfoy cries in pain. He pulls his arm away to reveal a deep and bloody bite. The third wolf pounced onto his chest nearly knocking the air out of him. He throws the wolf of him, but his energy fails him when he's brought to the ground again. Hermione had to do something quick. She searched around for another stick and that's when she caught sight of Malfoy's wand and tossed it to him. Malfoy takes hold of his wand again and mutters a spell that sent the wolf flying and hitting a tree, knocking him out. The wolves, frightened, turn and fled.
Draco turned to look at Hermione, her eyes still wide. They both stared at each other in silence, despite Draco's heavy breathing. Soon, his glare turned into a dazed expression, which changed into an exhausted one. His eyelids slid close and he collapsed onto the ground. Hermione got up slowly, retrieving her cloak, but just when she was about to leap onto Phillipe's back and ride off, she looked back at Malfoy. He pulled him on top of Phillipe, his wound bleeding badly, and turned back to the castle. Hermione looked at the man, her enemy, and someone who just risked his life to save hers.
***
Draco Malfoy eyes slid open slightly. He seemed to be on his two feet supported by. . .Hermione. Hermione hadn't known Draco suddenly became conscious as she led his right hand over her shoulders. Draco looked at her a little surprised. He would have thought she would escape leaving him in the cold of the snow. But no, she was here, helping him get back to the castle.
"Granger?" He whispered to her, as they entered the castle.
Hermione's head turned and realized he was awake, "Yes, Malfoy?"
"What the hell are you still doing here? You always said you wished I was dead, why waste this opportunity?"
"I would have, but I do have a conscience," Hermione said.
"You and your bloody conscience," Draco said.
"Goodness gracious!" Cogsworth waddled over when he saw the pair. " Mademoiselle, I'm glad to see you come back in one piece! Master Malfoy, are you all right?"
"I'm bleeding and you still ask if I'm all right?" Malfoy said angrily.
"He says he's fine and can I have a bowl of hot water and a clean rag, please," Hermione cut in, glaring at Malfoy.
"You don't have to be so damn nice."
"I know, but like I said before, I do have a conscience."
"You and your bloody conscience," Malfoy muttered, when he looked at Hermione he swore he saw her smile for a second.
***
Draco sat in the huge chair in the den. Lumiere had put fire on the fireplace and Mrs. Potts poured hot water into the bowl. Hermione looked at her gratefully as she soaked the rag.
"Here. Stop it Malfoy," she says as Malfoy moves his arm away. "Just hold still!" She applies the rag and Malfoy grabs the rag and throws it absently at Cogsworth.
"That hurts!" He complained. He usually could take this pain since the dark mark was already forced on him, but he wasn't going to make this easy for Hermione.
"I'm sorry, Malfoy. Excuse me for my ignorance, I didn't know you still are a baby," Hermione replied sarcastically. "If you held still it wouldn't hurt as much."
"Well if you hadn't run away, this wouldn't have happened!"
"Well if you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away!"
"Well you shouldn't have been in the West Wing!"
"Well you should learn to control your temper!" Hermione retorted. Malfoy tries to say something but is at loss of words. This never happened before. He always knew what to say. Always. . . until now.
"Wow, the 'Great Malfoy' is at loss of words," Hermione smirked.
"I'm just making this easy for you."
"Sure, whatever. Now hold still," Hermione applies the rag again. Malfoy grits his teeth but she was right it didn't hurt too much.
Hermione looks up at him and says softly, "By the way, um. . . thank you for saving my life."
Malfoy pinching himself mentally, looked at her surprise.
"Your welcome," He says tenderly. And they both smiled at each other with a new respect displayed on their faces.
A/N: Sorry it was so short and took so long to get here. But since I'm moving, I'm having my computer staying at my friend's house temporarily before it can be moved into my apartment. So I won't be able to use the computer frequently. But I'm keeping my promise of continuing, so make someone happy and review. Luv you lots!