Over the Moon

Chapter Eight

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Summary: 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

The next few weeks, then months, then years passed by quickly. Two years later I was ten and a half. That's when the cutting began.

I was over Mr. Triet's again, and this time I had to go like I've done a few times each week. He'd make up excuses to fool my parents and everything. They were all smiles, telling me how good it was for me to visit the lonely guy. Yeah, he must of been really lonely.

"Welcome Hermione," greeted Mr. Treit, but by this time insisted on calling him "Mark" when my parents weren't around.

"Hello," I murmured tonelessly as I entered his house. Now I didn't think this man's house was all that. Sure it was huge, and neat. But so was mine.

Inside the locked house, he grabbed my arm twisting it so that it hurt. I bit my lip, tasting blood. I felt myself get numb from the pain. He'd never harmed me before now, I thought in my haste.

"Let go of me," I screamed, hitting him with my free elbow. Mr. Triet let go of me imediately, then he started coming at me again. He took both of my arms this time and started twisting them.

"What the hell do you think you're doing," he sneered looking viscous. He had lost his kindness act a long time ago when I threathened to call the police.

"I-uh . . ." I trailed off. I lost my focus then, and started apologizing.

"Sor-Sorry Mr. Tri-Triet. Sor-Sorry. I wa-wasn-t thi-thinking," I stammered.

"Yeah, well. I'm not up for sorry's Hermione and it's Mark. Today you've begun hitting me. What am I suppose to do no-" Before he could even finish the sentence, he let go of me and slapped me across the face.

I quickly started to run away towards the door, my eyes leaking drops of tears.

"HERMIONE!" Mr. Triet bellowed from behind. "Come back here now!

"No," I thought. But once I thought them, I heard myself saying them out loud. "I'm not coming back! I'm never coming back!"

But I was too late, and a huge shape jumped on top of me knocking me down. I was knocked out soon afterwards, and when I woke up I was covered with brusies.

Later that day, I sat down on my bed feeling really uncomfortable with who I was. Who was I anyways? Am I a girl who lets some guy walk over her? Well, I guess I was and that made me cry.

I started to look over my body, feeling brusies on my stomach and on my back, where I knew my parents couldn't see.

Suddenly my eyes wandered across a scissor on my bedside table and I got to wondering. What can I do with a scissor.

And with that thought led to several more thoughts. And eventually started my cutting.

Draco Malfoy

Granger was freaking me out. I came over here expecting a nice quiet talk. But nooo, she has to start drifting off to sleep and I think she's having a nightmare now.

"Granger," I whispered. "Wake up!"

But she just responded by twisting and turning. I was about to leave, when she sat up straight knocking the wind out of me.

"Huh," I thought raising an eyebrow.

Her face was ghostly pale and she kept shaking violently. She grabbed my arm, and I could tell how cold she was. I tried to shake her off, but Granger's a stubborn jackass and won't let go.

"I hate you Mark," she spat out bitterly, her eyes cold and hard.

"Who's Mark," I thought.

"When I get my hands on you its over. I don't care what you do anymore. I'm sixteen now and I'm so much more stronger than I was before. Oh, and what's that Mark, you don't care either? Bullshit!"

Hermione let go of my arm and laid down on her bed drifting off to sleep. And this time she snored lightly, a smile playing at her lips.

Confused I began walking away, my eyes still on Hermione.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?"

I looked away and caught sight of Potty and Weasel. Weasel looked ready to kill with his wand held ready at hand.

"Oh, you think you're so tough Weasel.," I said smirking at them. "Well . . ."

"Well, what you better do is keep away from Hermione if you know what's good for you." That Weasel boy is always like that, always high tempered, his emotions visible.

"Well, if you didn't know, if I hadn't saved Granger, she would of been long gone buddy-"

Without warning Ron tackled me to the ground alongside with Harry. But on the other hand Ron started punching me, but Harry pretty much tried to keep Ron away from me. No such luck though.

"Bloddy hell Weasel," I cried blocking his attacks.

"What-did-you-do-to-her," he grunted, trying to grab my hair.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!"

All four of us stopped what we were doing and whirled around to face Madam Pomfrey, her face livid.

None of us answered and I'm sure none of us wanted to.

"These baboons," I said getting up. I started to wipe the dust off my cloak "Are too immature for their own good. They think I'm responsible for Granger's wounds."

"Why of course not," she said sympathetically, striding over to my side.

"Potter, Weasley, I expected better from you. You two will be hearing from Professor Dumbledore soon. And Malfoy, I know you didn't harm Ms. Granger here. But when Granger wakes up, I'll be happy to tell her how much you've visited her."

"What?" Harry and Ron's mouth's dropped. This is so not my day, I thought.

"Never you two mind. Now off you three, or there'll be detentions for you lot!" She turned away, muttering," Children don't understand the beauty of things today, do they?"

By this time Ron and Harry were up and very unhappy.

"This is all your fault Malfoy," said Harry fixing his crooked glasses. But I hardly heard him or anybody for that matter. All I could of was Granger. I couldn't wait until we could finally talk to one another face to face.

A:N: OMG! I'm really sorry for those who got confused with the story with switching pov's. I didn't realize that you guys couldn't see the stars and swirley things I put, so I reposted the chapters. And again I'm REALLY, REALLY, SORRY! And this fic is also posted a bit late, because I had to write the chapter over at the last moment. My uncle deleted it and also chapters nine and ten. Now they're all gone, and this time it's being written differently.