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: There it was done faster that usual! Thanks to my reviewers: Mez-thanks! ~Demented Fairy-Keep reading and you'll know soon. ~Cierra Rose- Calm down, here it is! ~akira-I'm glad you think it's excellent! ~The Charmed One- Sure, sure, sure, I just hope this is a good chapter too. ~Katalina O'Riley (a.k.a. *kittykat*)- Really, better than the movie?
Something different but fortunate has happened; Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger never thought they could actually enjoy each other's company and the red tinge of hate was almost forgotten from their minds. By mid- afternoon on the day of Christmas Eve, Harry Potter and Colin Creevey know the route that Ron Weasley took but still have a little minor problem.
"That was really fun, Harry! I'm hoping the Daily Prophet will make me a full time journalist after I'm done with this story. So any death eaters yet?" Colin asked Harry.
"No. Um . . . we have to find some kind of transportation to catch up with Ron," Harry said, searching the town.
"Er . . . Harry, we just passed the poultry shop. The baker said far left, not to go straight."
"Colin, look over there!" Harry said grinning. And a few meters away was a lanky man with black hair tending to a white horse. Beside him was a stable, nearly surrounded with towering trees, containing three other horses. As they approached, the man who seemed to be in his early-forties with slightly * ahem * decaying teeth, glared at them menacingly.
"Whaddaya want?" He snarled, slurring his words.
"Hello good sir—" Colin started, but was immediately cut off by Harry.
"Um. . . we were just wondering if we could rent one of your horses."
"They're not for rent," The man said.
"Then we'll buy one," Harry suggested.
"They're not for sale," The man said plainly, but somehow menacingly
"Look, sir , we need—"
"Do yeh think me stupid? I'm selling no horses to no one," he said practically glowering at them—well to Colin since Harry nearly reached his height. He spotted some pretty females (a/n: pretty to this guy anyway), mid-thirties with heavy make-up on them and said, "Now if you will excuse me."
He went over to the girls and talked to them. The girls were giggling at what he was saying, and Harry found that hard to believe since he couldn't imagine that man saying anything funny.
"Okay," Harry whispered to Colin. "When I say go, we go, all right?"
"What do you mean, Harry," Colin asked, but already too late when Harry yelled. "GO!"
The man grinned and the girls flinched in disgust at his decaying teeth (a/n: Hahaha! I love saying that!) and left—and that's when he noticed them. Harry jumped onto the white horse and tried to pull Colin up who looked like he was drowning.
"Come on, Colin!"
"Hey, you two stopper there!" The man said slurring his words once again. But of course, no one followed him, well I'm sure no one would. Harry set the horse to a slightly strenuous pace and Colin clutched at his ribs eyes wide.
"Harry, maybe you ought to slow down!"
"COME BACK!! YOU IDIOTS!!" The man yelled, but the 'desperados' were well on their way!
***
Mid-afternoon wore into late afternoon and finally after a few long hours it was night. Hermione didn't really know what to expect, neither did Draco considering he invited her. It seemed to be great progress from demanding to inviting, so of course Hermione didn't refuse him this time, besides dinner with music wasn't something to decline easily.
"Oh no, I can't!" Hermione said, looking at the breath-taking gown. The wardrobe house-elf held the dress in front of her.
"You will look absolutely gorgeous in it! No one has wore it for years!"
"That's just it. It's too delicate, too beautiful," Hermione said, and at the moment the door opened and Mrs. Potts came in.
"Oh my, that's a lovely gown. I almost remember—" She stopped and looked at Hermione. "Dear, please wear it. It may have looked good on the hanger but it will look much better on you."
"It's just a dinner," Hermione said, "I mean, this is fit for—well it can't be for . . ." Hermione trailed off, losing her words.
"Are you sure it is just dinner, dear?" Mrs. Potts asked her.
"What do you mean?" Hermione said, confused.
"Make your dreams come true, Hermione. Make your dreams come true."
***
"Tonight is the night!" Lumiere said happily as Draco got out of the shower, a towel around his waist. He went to his closet and took out some clothes and started to change behind the dressing screen.
"I don't think I can do this!" Draco said, not believing those words came out of his mouth since he was brought up to know he was capable of everything.
"Of course you can, Master. You were always so bold and daring."
"I know, but around her—"
"Don't worry. There will be music, romantic candlelight, and when the time is right: you confess your love!"
"Yes," Draco started coming out from behind the screen, but what if the feeling isn't mutual? "No, I can't. What if she doesn't feel the same way?"
"Well, that's a risk we all have to take. You care for the girl, don't you?"
Draco looked down at the floor. Of course he cared for Hermione. If anyone gave him the power he used to long for, or gave him the whole world to hurt her, he knew he would never do a thing like that to her. He looked back at Lumiere, "More than anything."
"Well then you must tell her!" Lumiere said, slipping on the black coat on Draco's shoulders.
Draco went over to the full-length mirror and realized he was wearing all black. "Lumiere, I look like I'm going to a bloody funeral!" He said, clearly irritated at himself. What was making him so damn conscious?
"Maybe the blue coat will look better on you," Lumiere suggested and Draco slipped it on. He looked back to the mirror. His whitish-blond bangs were slightly parted revealing his silver eyes. His pale skin was exposed until the base of his neck where it reached his broad shoulders covered with an expensive dark blue suit. His long sleeve shirt was black, as were his pants and formal shoes. (A/n: So his clothes are not like in the movie, but doesn't it make Draco look hotter?)
The door opens, "Ahem, ahem, ahem, your lady awaits," Cogsworth said.
Draco takes another look at his reflection, and sighs satisfied. "This will have to do."
***
Draco came out of the door into the staircase and saw Hermione already there—wait it can't be her, can't it? She looked like an angel, save she had no wings, but it took all of Draco's will power to keep his jaw from dropping.
Hermione's bangs were also parted, part of her hair was in a bun and part of it was let down. Loose tendrils of hair were curled in front of her ears that had a round golden earring on. Her face had some blush on but Draco could still see her natural beauty. She wore an off the shoulder glittering golden gown with gold gloves to go with it. Her high heels were also expensive, but it fit perfectly with Hermione's gown. Draco was still looking at her when Hermione lifted a questioning eyebrow and Lumiere nudged him.
Draco snapped out of it and met Hermione down the steps and offers her his arm. Hermione smiles and takes it as they went down a few more steps.
"Nice dress," Draco whispered to Hermione.
"The suit's not bad either," Hermione whispered back to Draco.
The two of them were led to a long table they had previously eaten breakfast on. But it was definitely different at night. There was a candelabrum, perfectly placed in the middle of the table, carrying five long red lit candles. It was all very romantic as they sat down and ate dinner.
Hermione took this chance to gaze at Draco. * I must be going mad. 'The suit's not bad either,' what kind of statement was that? Look at him, he looks like a . . .a prince. *
Draco then met Hermione's eyes and their gazes locked. * I must be out of my mind. 'Nice dress,' what kind of statement was that. Look at her, she looks like a . . . a princess. *
Hermione broke the gaze as she noticed the beautiful music. One of the tall house-elves came near the table and played his violin. Hermione had a great idea: she stood up and walked to Draco's side.
"Come on Malfoy, dance with me."
"Sure thing, Granger. As long as you don't step on my shoes. They cost a lot," Draco smirked, as he stood up and took Hermione's hand.
Mrs. Potts came by and told the house-elves musicians, "Slow down the tempo a little bit."
The music plays and she begins to sing.
* Tale as old as time, true as it can be *
Hermione and Draco stopped for a while thinking many things like: Never in my lifetime would have I guessed I would dance with Malfoy. We were always enemies at school; we were never even close to being friends. He's so different. She's so beautiful.
* Barely even friends, then somebody bends unexpectedly*
Draco bowed and Hermione did the same then Draco felt her hand traveling up to his shoulder, and Hermione felt his hand traveling to her waist. Her other hand was clasped tightly in Draco's. Hermione blushed.
* Just a little change, small to say the least, *
"Am I making you blush?" Draco asked her.
"No," She said, trying to hide it.
"Sure. Then why is your face all red?"
"Malfoy, why don't you look at yourself? You look so bloody nervous," Hermione said, grinning cockily at his lost reply.
* Both a little scared, neither one prepared, Beauty and the Beast. *
Draco and Hermione moved into the grand ballroom and Hermione gazes in awe at the architectural design of the place. It was circular and arches were built between gold pillars, where there were small but elegant chandeliers appearing behind each arch. Above the arches was a railing that went around the ballroom; midnight blue satin cloth was hanging beautifully beneath them, and glass windows exposed the navy blue sky lit up with shining stars.
"Wow," she breathed.
Draco smirked and said, "After gazing at the ballroom you can continue falling madly in love with me."
"Shhh, you're spoiling the moment," Hermione said, ignoring his comment.
"Oh, we have a moment? So you already are madly in love with me," Draco said.
"Malfoy?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up," Hermione said and she continued dancing and heard herself singing in her mind.
* Ever just the same, ever a surprise, *
* Ever as before, ever just as sure, as the sun will rise! *
Hermione looked up at ceiling as the most beautiful painting of the heavens with clouds and little angels covered in satin clothes. She blinked as she seemed to see them moving, but she lived in a wizard world so it was no surprise.
Draco looked at Hermione and smiled at her remark, they had spent a few days together and he felt he was changing already into a much better person than that of the past, he sang silently to himself.
* Tale as old as time, tune as old as song, *
* Bitter sweet and strange, finding you can change, learning you were wrong. *
Draco pulls Hermione closer and Hermione lays her head on his shoulder. Draco was surprised and looked at Lumiere and Cogsworth as they gave him the thumbs up sign.
Mrs. Potts smiled warmly and began to sing again.
* Certain as the sun, rising in the East. Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme. Beauty and the Beast. *
Hermione returned the smile of Draco and they both walked quietly on to the balcony. As they sat down on the ledge, Draco swallowed, "Hermione, are you happy . . . happy here with me?"
Hermione's hand was still in Draco's as she answered. "Well, to tell the truth, at first I hated being under the same roof with you but now, I wouldn't have pick any other way to spend Christmas Eve."
This was it. Draco was supposed to confess his love. * God, this is going to come out so cliché. I can't believe I'm going to do this! *
He leaned closer to her. "Hermione," Draco started.
"Yes?" She leaned closer to him too.
"Hermione, I—" He leaned down and knew they were only a few inches from each other's lips.
*Oh my god * Hermione thought as she knew what was going to happen. She leaned forward and her eyes fluttered closed. Harry . . . Ron . . .
Her eyes shot open, and her lips never reached Draco's. Draco looked a bit disappointed but also a bit concerned. "What is it?"
"Harry and Ron. If only I could see my friends again, just for a moment. I miss them so much," Hermione said sadly.
"There is a way," Draco said and got out his wand. "Accio mirror!"
A mirror came flying into Draco's grasp. "The mirror will show you anything, anything you'd like to see."
Hermione decided to check out how Ron was doing first. "I'd like to see Ron."
She gasped at the image in the mirror. Ron was caught in a blizzard; he tripped over a fallen tree branch and lay on the snow unconscious. "Oh no, I've got to help, Ron, Malfoy. He's all alone! He looks dead!"
Draco's face became grim. "Then you must go to him," He said softly.
Hermione looked up at him, her eyes widened. "What did you say?"
Draco turned away. "I release you. You are no longer my prisoner. Here's your wand. Keep the mirror so you'll always have a way to look back." He said trying to keep his voice steady.
"But I thought—"
"Hermione, I want to see you happy. Your place is not to stay with me. Go now."
"Malfoy I—"
"Leave before I change my mind. GO NOW!" He growled.
Hermione dashed out the door, went to her room, changed and gathered her belongings. She looked at her wand. * Thanks for everything, Malfoy. * She went down the steps and opened the door. Taking one last look at the castle she got up on Phillipe and rode away.
***
Draco retired to his room, feeling pain in his heart in letting her go. His door creaked open and Cogsworth entered happily.
"Well, Master Malfoy. I must say everything is just going peachy. I knew you had it in you," Cogsworth said. At this point, Draco would probably yell at him but he was too sad to do that.
"I let her go," Draco said sadly, trying to keep a tear from escaping.
"Ha ha ha, yes. Splendid!" Cogsworth said until the information registered in his brain. "You what? How could you do that?"
"You know, I had to."
Cogsworth look like he was on the verge of hyper ventilating. "Yes, but why?" He cried.
Draco looked at him and a single tear flowed freely down his face. "Because I . . . I love her."
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A/N: I can't believe I wrote this! Yes, I know some parts were lame and kind of fluffy. I think I pushed my romantic writing limit a little too far. Please don't hate me! Anyway guys I hope you review, all of you have to review! Bad news again guys. I'm leaving tomorrow for summer vacay so I won't be able to update until mid or late July. I hope I don't lose any of my readers. I hope this chapter wasn't too rushed and hopefully *most* of you enjoyed it!
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: There it was done faster that usual! Thanks to my reviewers: Mez-thanks! ~Demented Fairy-Keep reading and you'll know soon. ~Cierra Rose- Calm down, here it is! ~akira-I'm glad you think it's excellent! ~The Charmed One- Sure, sure, sure, I just hope this is a good chapter too. ~Katalina O'Riley (a.k.a. *kittykat*)- Really, better than the movie?
Something different but fortunate has happened; Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger never thought they could actually enjoy each other's company and the red tinge of hate was almost forgotten from their minds. By mid- afternoon on the day of Christmas Eve, Harry Potter and Colin Creevey know the route that Ron Weasley took but still have a little minor problem.
"That was really fun, Harry! I'm hoping the Daily Prophet will make me a full time journalist after I'm done with this story. So any death eaters yet?" Colin asked Harry.
"No. Um . . . we have to find some kind of transportation to catch up with Ron," Harry said, searching the town.
"Er . . . Harry, we just passed the poultry shop. The baker said far left, not to go straight."
"Colin, look over there!" Harry said grinning. And a few meters away was a lanky man with black hair tending to a white horse. Beside him was a stable, nearly surrounded with towering trees, containing three other horses. As they approached, the man who seemed to be in his early-forties with slightly * ahem * decaying teeth, glared at them menacingly.
"Whaddaya want?" He snarled, slurring his words.
"Hello good sir—" Colin started, but was immediately cut off by Harry.
"Um. . . we were just wondering if we could rent one of your horses."
"They're not for rent," The man said.
"Then we'll buy one," Harry suggested.
"They're not for sale," The man said plainly, but somehow menacingly
"Look, sir , we need—"
"Do yeh think me stupid? I'm selling no horses to no one," he said practically glowering at them—well to Colin since Harry nearly reached his height. He spotted some pretty females (a/n: pretty to this guy anyway), mid-thirties with heavy make-up on them and said, "Now if you will excuse me."
He went over to the girls and talked to them. The girls were giggling at what he was saying, and Harry found that hard to believe since he couldn't imagine that man saying anything funny.
"Okay," Harry whispered to Colin. "When I say go, we go, all right?"
"What do you mean, Harry," Colin asked, but already too late when Harry yelled. "GO!"
The man grinned and the girls flinched in disgust at his decaying teeth (a/n: Hahaha! I love saying that!) and left—and that's when he noticed them. Harry jumped onto the white horse and tried to pull Colin up who looked like he was drowning.
"Come on, Colin!"
"Hey, you two stopper there!" The man said slurring his words once again. But of course, no one followed him, well I'm sure no one would. Harry set the horse to a slightly strenuous pace and Colin clutched at his ribs eyes wide.
"Harry, maybe you ought to slow down!"
"COME BACK!! YOU IDIOTS!!" The man yelled, but the 'desperados' were well on their way!
***
Mid-afternoon wore into late afternoon and finally after a few long hours it was night. Hermione didn't really know what to expect, neither did Draco considering he invited her. It seemed to be great progress from demanding to inviting, so of course Hermione didn't refuse him this time, besides dinner with music wasn't something to decline easily.
"Oh no, I can't!" Hermione said, looking at the breath-taking gown. The wardrobe house-elf held the dress in front of her.
"You will look absolutely gorgeous in it! No one has wore it for years!"
"That's just it. It's too delicate, too beautiful," Hermione said, and at the moment the door opened and Mrs. Potts came in.
"Oh my, that's a lovely gown. I almost remember—" She stopped and looked at Hermione. "Dear, please wear it. It may have looked good on the hanger but it will look much better on you."
"It's just a dinner," Hermione said, "I mean, this is fit for—well it can't be for . . ." Hermione trailed off, losing her words.
"Are you sure it is just dinner, dear?" Mrs. Potts asked her.
"What do you mean?" Hermione said, confused.
"Make your dreams come true, Hermione. Make your dreams come true."
***
"Tonight is the night!" Lumiere said happily as Draco got out of the shower, a towel around his waist. He went to his closet and took out some clothes and started to change behind the dressing screen.
"I don't think I can do this!" Draco said, not believing those words came out of his mouth since he was brought up to know he was capable of everything.
"Of course you can, Master. You were always so bold and daring."
"I know, but around her—"
"Don't worry. There will be music, romantic candlelight, and when the time is right: you confess your love!"
"Yes," Draco started coming out from behind the screen, but what if the feeling isn't mutual? "No, I can't. What if she doesn't feel the same way?"
"Well, that's a risk we all have to take. You care for the girl, don't you?"
Draco looked down at the floor. Of course he cared for Hermione. If anyone gave him the power he used to long for, or gave him the whole world to hurt her, he knew he would never do a thing like that to her. He looked back at Lumiere, "More than anything."
"Well then you must tell her!" Lumiere said, slipping on the black coat on Draco's shoulders.
Draco went over to the full-length mirror and realized he was wearing all black. "Lumiere, I look like I'm going to a bloody funeral!" He said, clearly irritated at himself. What was making him so damn conscious?
"Maybe the blue coat will look better on you," Lumiere suggested and Draco slipped it on. He looked back to the mirror. His whitish-blond bangs were slightly parted revealing his silver eyes. His pale skin was exposed until the base of his neck where it reached his broad shoulders covered with an expensive dark blue suit. His long sleeve shirt was black, as were his pants and formal shoes. (A/n: So his clothes are not like in the movie, but doesn't it make Draco look hotter?)
The door opens, "Ahem, ahem, ahem, your lady awaits," Cogsworth said.
Draco takes another look at his reflection, and sighs satisfied. "This will have to do."
***
Draco came out of the door into the staircase and saw Hermione already there—wait it can't be her, can't it? She looked like an angel, save she had no wings, but it took all of Draco's will power to keep his jaw from dropping.
Hermione's bangs were also parted, part of her hair was in a bun and part of it was let down. Loose tendrils of hair were curled in front of her ears that had a round golden earring on. Her face had some blush on but Draco could still see her natural beauty. She wore an off the shoulder glittering golden gown with gold gloves to go with it. Her high heels were also expensive, but it fit perfectly with Hermione's gown. Draco was still looking at her when Hermione lifted a questioning eyebrow and Lumiere nudged him.
Draco snapped out of it and met Hermione down the steps and offers her his arm. Hermione smiles and takes it as they went down a few more steps.
"Nice dress," Draco whispered to Hermione.
"The suit's not bad either," Hermione whispered back to Draco.
The two of them were led to a long table they had previously eaten breakfast on. But it was definitely different at night. There was a candelabrum, perfectly placed in the middle of the table, carrying five long red lit candles. It was all very romantic as they sat down and ate dinner.
Hermione took this chance to gaze at Draco. * I must be going mad. 'The suit's not bad either,' what kind of statement was that? Look at him, he looks like a . . .a prince. *
Draco then met Hermione's eyes and their gazes locked. * I must be out of my mind. 'Nice dress,' what kind of statement was that. Look at her, she looks like a . . . a princess. *
Hermione broke the gaze as she noticed the beautiful music. One of the tall house-elves came near the table and played his violin. Hermione had a great idea: she stood up and walked to Draco's side.
"Come on Malfoy, dance with me."
"Sure thing, Granger. As long as you don't step on my shoes. They cost a lot," Draco smirked, as he stood up and took Hermione's hand.
Mrs. Potts came by and told the house-elves musicians, "Slow down the tempo a little bit."
The music plays and she begins to sing.
* Tale as old as time, true as it can be *
Hermione and Draco stopped for a while thinking many things like: Never in my lifetime would have I guessed I would dance with Malfoy. We were always enemies at school; we were never even close to being friends. He's so different. She's so beautiful.
* Barely even friends, then somebody bends unexpectedly*
Draco bowed and Hermione did the same then Draco felt her hand traveling up to his shoulder, and Hermione felt his hand traveling to her waist. Her other hand was clasped tightly in Draco's. Hermione blushed.
* Just a little change, small to say the least, *
"Am I making you blush?" Draco asked her.
"No," She said, trying to hide it.
"Sure. Then why is your face all red?"
"Malfoy, why don't you look at yourself? You look so bloody nervous," Hermione said, grinning cockily at his lost reply.
* Both a little scared, neither one prepared, Beauty and the Beast. *
Draco and Hermione moved into the grand ballroom and Hermione gazes in awe at the architectural design of the place. It was circular and arches were built between gold pillars, where there were small but elegant chandeliers appearing behind each arch. Above the arches was a railing that went around the ballroom; midnight blue satin cloth was hanging beautifully beneath them, and glass windows exposed the navy blue sky lit up with shining stars.
"Wow," she breathed.
Draco smirked and said, "After gazing at the ballroom you can continue falling madly in love with me."
"Shhh, you're spoiling the moment," Hermione said, ignoring his comment.
"Oh, we have a moment? So you already are madly in love with me," Draco said.
"Malfoy?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up," Hermione said and she continued dancing and heard herself singing in her mind.
* Ever just the same, ever a surprise, *
* Ever as before, ever just as sure, as the sun will rise! *
Hermione looked up at ceiling as the most beautiful painting of the heavens with clouds and little angels covered in satin clothes. She blinked as she seemed to see them moving, but she lived in a wizard world so it was no surprise.
Draco looked at Hermione and smiled at her remark, they had spent a few days together and he felt he was changing already into a much better person than that of the past, he sang silently to himself.
* Tale as old as time, tune as old as song, *
* Bitter sweet and strange, finding you can change, learning you were wrong. *
Draco pulls Hermione closer and Hermione lays her head on his shoulder. Draco was surprised and looked at Lumiere and Cogsworth as they gave him the thumbs up sign.
Mrs. Potts smiled warmly and began to sing again.
* Certain as the sun, rising in the East. Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme. Beauty and the Beast. *
Hermione returned the smile of Draco and they both walked quietly on to the balcony. As they sat down on the ledge, Draco swallowed, "Hermione, are you happy . . . happy here with me?"
Hermione's hand was still in Draco's as she answered. "Well, to tell the truth, at first I hated being under the same roof with you but now, I wouldn't have pick any other way to spend Christmas Eve."
This was it. Draco was supposed to confess his love. * God, this is going to come out so cliché. I can't believe I'm going to do this! *
He leaned closer to her. "Hermione," Draco started.
"Yes?" She leaned closer to him too.
"Hermione, I—" He leaned down and knew they were only a few inches from each other's lips.
*Oh my god * Hermione thought as she knew what was going to happen. She leaned forward and her eyes fluttered closed. Harry . . . Ron . . .
Her eyes shot open, and her lips never reached Draco's. Draco looked a bit disappointed but also a bit concerned. "What is it?"
"Harry and Ron. If only I could see my friends again, just for a moment. I miss them so much," Hermione said sadly.
"There is a way," Draco said and got out his wand. "Accio mirror!"
A mirror came flying into Draco's grasp. "The mirror will show you anything, anything you'd like to see."
Hermione decided to check out how Ron was doing first. "I'd like to see Ron."
She gasped at the image in the mirror. Ron was caught in a blizzard; he tripped over a fallen tree branch and lay on the snow unconscious. "Oh no, I've got to help, Ron, Malfoy. He's all alone! He looks dead!"
Draco's face became grim. "Then you must go to him," He said softly.
Hermione looked up at him, her eyes widened. "What did you say?"
Draco turned away. "I release you. You are no longer my prisoner. Here's your wand. Keep the mirror so you'll always have a way to look back." He said trying to keep his voice steady.
"But I thought—"
"Hermione, I want to see you happy. Your place is not to stay with me. Go now."
"Malfoy I—"
"Leave before I change my mind. GO NOW!" He growled.
Hermione dashed out the door, went to her room, changed and gathered her belongings. She looked at her wand. * Thanks for everything, Malfoy. * She went down the steps and opened the door. Taking one last look at the castle she got up on Phillipe and rode away.
***
Draco retired to his room, feeling pain in his heart in letting her go. His door creaked open and Cogsworth entered happily.
"Well, Master Malfoy. I must say everything is just going peachy. I knew you had it in you," Cogsworth said. At this point, Draco would probably yell at him but he was too sad to do that.
"I let her go," Draco said sadly, trying to keep a tear from escaping.
"Ha ha ha, yes. Splendid!" Cogsworth said until the information registered in his brain. "You what? How could you do that?"
"You know, I had to."
Cogsworth look like he was on the verge of hyper ventilating. "Yes, but why?" He cried.
Draco looked at him and a single tear flowed freely down his face. "Because I . . . I love her."
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A/N: I can't believe I wrote this! Yes, I know some parts were lame and kind of fluffy. I think I pushed my romantic writing limit a little too far. Please don't hate me! Anyway guys I hope you review, all of you have to review! Bad news again guys. I'm leaving tomorrow for summer vacay so I won't be able to update until mid or late July. I hope I don't lose any of my readers. I hope this chapter wasn't too rushed and hopefully *most* of you enjoyed it!