Over the Moon

Chapter Seven

Disclaimer: I do not own the property of HP.

Summery: In the beginning Granger and Malfoy share a few innocent kisses. And it seems all they do is run. But that's just half of it. Hermione's past slowly comes back to haunt her and Malfoy's the only one who can save her.

Hermione Granger's Past

When I was younger Mom and Dad were always away and left me with the next door neighbor to be taken care of. The guy was a tall man, well built, and very handsome. He lived alone and was good friends with my parents, relying on him on emergencies.

But my parents didn't know better enough, because if they did I would never have gone over his house in the long run.

One day, Mom and Dad were set to go off to an All-Dentists convention where they'd meet others who specialized in Dentistry of all kind. The older adults agreed to send me off to our neighbor, a.k.a. Mr. Treit, who we've known ever since we've moved next to him.

I was eight and a half then and very innocent for my age. I've been over Mr. Treit's house before, just a few times with my parents, so I wasn't really nervous. I watched from his porch, waving good-byes to my parents who drove off. He smiled at me afterwards, and asked me if I wanted to go in now. I sort of shrugged, glad I'd brought one of my books along for the journey. I told him I wouldn't mind reading until my parents returned.

He told me that was silly, shaking his messy brown hair, squinting from the sun.

"That's silly Hermione. We've got the whole days to ourselves, mind you. Let's just go inside and spend it doing something you can't normally do, okay?"

I tugged at my hair, thinking of what he meant. "Sure," I replied looking at him.

"Great. Now how about we grab some ice cream? You hungry," he asked standing up and walking inside his house.

I followed suit, clutching onto my book as I walked inside.

His house was big, very nice and clean. I heard from my parents, that he was a tad rich, and only worked when he wanted to, which didn't happen a lot. The last time he did, was well over a year ago, when he became bored with his lifestyle. It had been three years since he bought the house. As for me, just a little over two years.

We wandered into the kitchen, and he asked me what kind of ice cream I wanted.

"You like chocolate, strawberry, or vanilla?" he asked watching my expression.

"Just vanilla would be fine, thanks," I added.

Five minutes later I was licking vanilla ice cream and watching tv in the living room. Mr. Triet was sitting in a chair across from me, staring at me with thoughts flickering through his mind. He made me feel uneasy, with his blue eyes watching me so intently. I shuddered inside, not used to this sort of treatment.

"What do you want to do next?"

I licked at my ice cream again, before replying. "I dunno, watch tv I guess."

He studied me, and told me when I finished my ice cream to meet him upstairs in his bedroom.

"It's gonna be alright," he added. "We're just going to play a game. Just you and me." Then he got up and left me, giving me a wink.

I let my eyes travel back to the t.v. unsure if it really was going to be alright. But then I calmed myself down, remembering Mom's words.

"Don't worry honey. Dad and I will come back to get you right after it's done, promise. You're a smart young lady and I expect you to be extra nice and do everything Mr. Triet tells you to do. He's a nice man, you know that. Now be a good little angel and I'll bring you back a souvenir, okay?"

Mom's face peered at me, concerned, trying to stay humble with her leaving me alone with our neighbor.

I nodded and hugged her, inhaling her sweet smell of honey and mint. She looked at me and smiled, giving my hand a squeeze. I knew I'd be alright then, this wasn't the first time she left me to the aid of a friend.

I snapped myself back to where I was, slowly finishing up my ice cream. When I was done, I shut the t.v. off and edged myself towards the stairs. I felt vulnerable to command this guy's will , dragging myself slowly. When my eyes caught sight of his bedroom, which was easily to recognize, since the door was thrown opened, my eyes widened at how big the room was.

"Come on in Hermione. I've been waiting for you," greeted Mr. Triet happily and gestured me over to where he was. He surprised me and I walked in numb. He closed the door behind me without a sound.

I watched as he walked over to a small table, revealing a digital camera.

"Are we going to take pictures," I asked hopefully, my voice sounding oddly strange. Then I remembered I'd left my book downstairs. Damn it, I thought hastily looking around.

"Of course, we'll take pictures," he replied brightly. "This is our first game. Now take your clothes off."

"What?" I said stunned.

"Take off your clothes Hermione. You don't want me telling your parents do you? That their child wouldn't even follow a simple task for me."

I stared at him numb, my eyes widening. I started to undress, feeling his cold eyes sweep through my body. When I finished he started snapping pictures of me, telling me to pose one way.

"Good . . . Good," he kept muttering under his breath.

I felt like it was a dream through the whole process and I wanted to wake up. I could feel tears coming, but I held them back. I wouldn't show this man satisfaction.

A:N: Okay, so maybe Hermione's past wasn't good. I'll be writing another chapter like this. Cause now I'm going to give you guys a break just for a while. Please r & r! :)