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: A THOUSAND APOLOGIES!!! Punch me, threaten me, send me poison, but hey, I at least kept my promise. So sorry. I know I've been a bad author these days but finally the eleventh chapter, this could prove to be a little eerie. I thank everybody for reviewing and everyone who understood. I hope this chapter satisfies you! Individual thank yous at the bottom.
At midnight, a single candle was lit up in the town bar. Gaston had a glass of whiskey with Le Fou at his side snoring with his eyes half open. Gaston pounded his fist on the table and Le Fou jolted up instantly. They have been waiting for almost four hours and drifting off to sleep just seemed too easy.
"Um…Gaston--" Le Fou started.
"He'll get here! Now will you please, shut up?" Gaston said irritably, answering Le Fou's question for the sixth time.
Le Fou started tapping his fingers on the wooden table loudly. Gaston, getting frustrated, turned to glare at him but before he did anything more the doors of the tavern clicked open. A man emerged from the outside chill of the night air, and let down his hood. The man, (how do I say it?) was not exactly the handsome type. The top of his head was bald but his white hair reached his shoulders. He had a crooked nose and a long pointed chin. He had no cheeks since they sank into his jaw, which showed his sharp cheekbones a few centimeters below his eyes. To Gaston he looked like a walking corpse but his piercing eyes seemed to see right through your soul.
"I don't usually leave the asylum in the middle of the night so let's get it over and done with. What is it that you want?" The man said, obviously not enjoying his client's company.
"Of course, D'Arque, please have a seat," Gaston said. "You see I met a new girl in town a week ago. I wanted to make her my girl friend. I know she wants me, but she needs a little more persuasion—"
"Heh! Heh! Turned him down FLAT!!!" Le Fou cackled, apparently drunk but shut up as soon as Gaston gave an almost fatal glare.
D'Arque was getting annoyed as he drank some of his beer and listened to Gaston.
"The thing is I don't want her as my girlfriend anymore, since she'll never officially stay mine. Right now, I've got my heart set on marrying her!"
D'Arque was even more uninterested but decided to say, "So how do you intend to persuade her?"
"Listen to this. Her friend came in the bar tonight raving about some sorcerer living in a castle in the woods, but everyone knows that the mansion has been deserted for years. Everyone knows her friend's crazy, and she would do anything to keep Ron Weasley from being locked up," Gaston said.
D'Arque looked as if he was about to spit the beer out from his mouth but managed to gulp it down. His eyes widened, "Did you say Weasley?"
Gaston nodded.
"And the girl what's her name?"
"Oh, forgive for not telling you earlier," Gaston said, a little surprised why D'Arque had all of a sudden become interested. "Her name is Hermione--"
"Granger!" D'Arque said angrily. 'What the hell is she doing in France?' He thought.
"Oh, you know her?" Gaston asked.
"Something like that. Now, tell me, was there another man with her—glasses and a scar like a bolt of lightning?"
"Yes, in fact. Harry Potter is his name," Gaston replied.
D'Arque's ghost-white hands balled into fists. There was silence for a while but immediately broken by Le Fou's snoring.
"So, what do you think?" Gaston said.
"You want me to throw Ronald Weasley into the asylum unless Hermione Granger agrees to marry you. Am I correct?"
Gaston nodded.
"You have definitely come to the right person. I love it!" D'Arque said with a horrible smile and turned to the door.
***
Once outside, he got into his carriage. A thousand thoughts ran through his mind. 'I hate those Muggles! So she went to France, bringing Potter and Weasley along. They have discovered the bloody mansion in the woods. My day just keeps getting better and better. I need to do something quick, before anything happens between--' D'Arque's head was no longer bald. His hair was tinted with blonde and the color became more distinct. His skin was still pale but fewer wrinkles appeared. He appeared to be middle-aged man Lucius Malfoy. Sighing he said aloud, "Lord Voldemort will not be too happy."
***
Ron got out of bed. He put on a sweater and grabbed some dark pants. 'Ah, where is that bloody backpack?' He said silently, his eyes roaming the room. He saw it beside Harry who was in deep sleep. Just an hour ago they had an argument.
~After the incident at the bar~
~ "Harry, I don't believe it. No one will help us, even that prat, Gaston, who has fallen head over heels for Hermione," Ron said, nervously pacing the room.
"Ron, get a hold of yourself. Stay calm," Harry said.
"Stay calm? You want me to stay calm? How can I? Our best friend is locked up in a dungeon by our worst enemy and you sit there completely calm? Doesn't 'Draco Malfoy' mean anything to you or have you already forgotten?" Ron yelled at him.
"Yes, I know Ron," Harry said angrily. "But let's think of a plan in the morning. Hermione can take care of herself for one night."
"What do you mean? Don't you care for her anymore? She's our best friend! She's done so many things for you and you act as if you're enjoying the idea of her being in the hands of Malfoy! What a false friend you are! You don't care about anyone else! " Ron said unable to control himself.
"I love Hermione to death, Ron! I hated leaving her in the mansion! But I have a feeling that she'll be all right! Malfoy maybe our enemy, but don't you think he has changed at all? I noticed something different when he looked at Hermione and I can't help this feeling that I have: Hermione is going to be fine, Ron. I'm going to bed and you should too. Let's sort this incident out in the morning," Harry said. With that final line he retreated to his bed. Unfortunately, Ron didn't take his word for it. ~
After packing his bag with the right map and some food, he carefully opened the door of his room and silently went down the stairs. He left the inn and began his journey back to the mansion. "If no one will help me, then I'll go back alone. I don't care what it takes. I'll find that castle and somehow I'll get her out of there." The wind howled the night away.
A/N: I forgot how Lucius Malfoy looks. Is his hair blonde of black? Please someone tell me! Yes it's short but you have to settle for this at the moment. School is not actually giving me anytime anymore but I'm trying my best. I apologize once again. Thanks to Mrs. Amanda Malfoy, Emmgirl246, Epequa, Vivianita, Tara, Dark Illusion, little trumpeter, Tori, The Charmed One, whatever22, muchacha, little me, kaitlin for reviewing even though I kept you waiting for so long, sorry.
~Beauty Full- I know, it's one of my favorite songs too. ~Icy Stormz- I'm glad you like the wolf attack scenes, too bad there are only two in the movie. ~JamieGirl- thanks for understanding. (to everybody) I'm not a loner even though I spend hours on the computer sometimes. ~Jade-I know it sounds similar. That's why I made this chapter a little bit different. ~Elven Josefine- Sorry. I hope your nails are still intact, heh heh! ~ alexpotter/anita- NO! I don't want any smelly fish. Yuck! Really, I don't have any spelling mistakes? ~Artemis-I'm glad you and your friend are enjoying it. Hope you enjoy this chapter too. ~Arwen-I'm sorry, so sorry, I really made you wait long, didn't I? Hope this will cheer you up! Forgive me if I forgot anyone else who reviewed for chapter 10.
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: A THOUSAND APOLOGIES!!! Punch me, threaten me, send me poison, but hey, I at least kept my promise. So sorry. I know I've been a bad author these days but finally the eleventh chapter, this could prove to be a little eerie. I thank everybody for reviewing and everyone who understood. I hope this chapter satisfies you! Individual thank yous at the bottom.
At midnight, a single candle was lit up in the town bar. Gaston had a glass of whiskey with Le Fou at his side snoring with his eyes half open. Gaston pounded his fist on the table and Le Fou jolted up instantly. They have been waiting for almost four hours and drifting off to sleep just seemed too easy.
"Um…Gaston--" Le Fou started.
"He'll get here! Now will you please, shut up?" Gaston said irritably, answering Le Fou's question for the sixth time.
Le Fou started tapping his fingers on the wooden table loudly. Gaston, getting frustrated, turned to glare at him but before he did anything more the doors of the tavern clicked open. A man emerged from the outside chill of the night air, and let down his hood. The man, (how do I say it?) was not exactly the handsome type. The top of his head was bald but his white hair reached his shoulders. He had a crooked nose and a long pointed chin. He had no cheeks since they sank into his jaw, which showed his sharp cheekbones a few centimeters below his eyes. To Gaston he looked like a walking corpse but his piercing eyes seemed to see right through your soul.
"I don't usually leave the asylum in the middle of the night so let's get it over and done with. What is it that you want?" The man said, obviously not enjoying his client's company.
"Of course, D'Arque, please have a seat," Gaston said. "You see I met a new girl in town a week ago. I wanted to make her my girl friend. I know she wants me, but she needs a little more persuasion—"
"Heh! Heh! Turned him down FLAT!!!" Le Fou cackled, apparently drunk but shut up as soon as Gaston gave an almost fatal glare.
D'Arque was getting annoyed as he drank some of his beer and listened to Gaston.
"The thing is I don't want her as my girlfriend anymore, since she'll never officially stay mine. Right now, I've got my heart set on marrying her!"
D'Arque was even more uninterested but decided to say, "So how do you intend to persuade her?"
"Listen to this. Her friend came in the bar tonight raving about some sorcerer living in a castle in the woods, but everyone knows that the mansion has been deserted for years. Everyone knows her friend's crazy, and she would do anything to keep Ron Weasley from being locked up," Gaston said.
D'Arque looked as if he was about to spit the beer out from his mouth but managed to gulp it down. His eyes widened, "Did you say Weasley?"
Gaston nodded.
"And the girl what's her name?"
"Oh, forgive for not telling you earlier," Gaston said, a little surprised why D'Arque had all of a sudden become interested. "Her name is Hermione--"
"Granger!" D'Arque said angrily. 'What the hell is she doing in France?' He thought.
"Oh, you know her?" Gaston asked.
"Something like that. Now, tell me, was there another man with her—glasses and a scar like a bolt of lightning?"
"Yes, in fact. Harry Potter is his name," Gaston replied.
D'Arque's ghost-white hands balled into fists. There was silence for a while but immediately broken by Le Fou's snoring.
"So, what do you think?" Gaston said.
"You want me to throw Ronald Weasley into the asylum unless Hermione Granger agrees to marry you. Am I correct?"
Gaston nodded.
"You have definitely come to the right person. I love it!" D'Arque said with a horrible smile and turned to the door.
***
Once outside, he got into his carriage. A thousand thoughts ran through his mind. 'I hate those Muggles! So she went to France, bringing Potter and Weasley along. They have discovered the bloody mansion in the woods. My day just keeps getting better and better. I need to do something quick, before anything happens between--' D'Arque's head was no longer bald. His hair was tinted with blonde and the color became more distinct. His skin was still pale but fewer wrinkles appeared. He appeared to be middle-aged man Lucius Malfoy. Sighing he said aloud, "Lord Voldemort will not be too happy."
***
Ron got out of bed. He put on a sweater and grabbed some dark pants. 'Ah, where is that bloody backpack?' He said silently, his eyes roaming the room. He saw it beside Harry who was in deep sleep. Just an hour ago they had an argument.
~After the incident at the bar~
~ "Harry, I don't believe it. No one will help us, even that prat, Gaston, who has fallen head over heels for Hermione," Ron said, nervously pacing the room.
"Ron, get a hold of yourself. Stay calm," Harry said.
"Stay calm? You want me to stay calm? How can I? Our best friend is locked up in a dungeon by our worst enemy and you sit there completely calm? Doesn't 'Draco Malfoy' mean anything to you or have you already forgotten?" Ron yelled at him.
"Yes, I know Ron," Harry said angrily. "But let's think of a plan in the morning. Hermione can take care of herself for one night."
"What do you mean? Don't you care for her anymore? She's our best friend! She's done so many things for you and you act as if you're enjoying the idea of her being in the hands of Malfoy! What a false friend you are! You don't care about anyone else! " Ron said unable to control himself.
"I love Hermione to death, Ron! I hated leaving her in the mansion! But I have a feeling that she'll be all right! Malfoy maybe our enemy, but don't you think he has changed at all? I noticed something different when he looked at Hermione and I can't help this feeling that I have: Hermione is going to be fine, Ron. I'm going to bed and you should too. Let's sort this incident out in the morning," Harry said. With that final line he retreated to his bed. Unfortunately, Ron didn't take his word for it. ~
After packing his bag with the right map and some food, he carefully opened the door of his room and silently went down the stairs. He left the inn and began his journey back to the mansion. "If no one will help me, then I'll go back alone. I don't care what it takes. I'll find that castle and somehow I'll get her out of there." The wind howled the night away.
A/N: I forgot how Lucius Malfoy looks. Is his hair blonde of black? Please someone tell me! Yes it's short but you have to settle for this at the moment. School is not actually giving me anytime anymore but I'm trying my best. I apologize once again. Thanks to Mrs. Amanda Malfoy, Emmgirl246, Epequa, Vivianita, Tara, Dark Illusion, little trumpeter, Tori, The Charmed One, whatever22, muchacha, little me, kaitlin for reviewing even though I kept you waiting for so long, sorry.
~Beauty Full- I know, it's one of my favorite songs too. ~Icy Stormz- I'm glad you like the wolf attack scenes, too bad there are only two in the movie. ~JamieGirl- thanks for understanding. (to everybody) I'm not a loner even though I spend hours on the computer sometimes. ~Jade-I know it sounds similar. That's why I made this chapter a little bit different. ~Elven Josefine- Sorry. I hope your nails are still intact, heh heh! ~ alexpotter/anita- NO! I don't want any smelly fish. Yuck! Really, I don't have any spelling mistakes? ~Artemis-I'm glad you and your friend are enjoying it. Hope you enjoy this chapter too. ~Arwen-I'm sorry, so sorry, I really made you wait long, didn't I? Hope this will cheer you up! Forgive me if I forgot anyone else who reviewed for chapter 10.