Over the Moon

Chapter Twelve

Disclaimer: I do not own the property of HP.

Summary: Hermione and Draco have been through a lot together. The war over the summer bothers both of them and the time they shared before. But Hermione's past is still unrolling . . . and nobody understands it yet. Okay, Draco, just be ready to learn a lesson or two . . . .

A/N: Anyways, thanks for Zimo-devil/paul. I really appreciate what you're doing.

And now the chapter . . . You're probably waiting to hear from Draco right? Fraid not, until the middle. Just know, my charcters may be out of character. At least I think they are. No one can really nail these two together. Come on, we know they won't happen and that Hermione/Ron are the perfect couple!

Hermione Granger

I sucked in a deep breath, cause sitting next to me was Draco Malfoy. There was much to be afraid of him, I mean considering what happened over the summer . . .

"Granger," said a stern voice.

"Yeah," I said becoming rather nervous.

"Look, I just want to get something cleared. What happened over summer vaca-"

That was when I zoned out. I completely avoided his 'talk.' I didn't want to hear it. None of it. Cause maybe he'd remind me of that one person I didn't want to think about. But he happens to have such control of me, It's hard not to think of him. Aside from Malfoy that is.

A Piece from the Past

"Malfoy," I called running up the stairs. "You better not be doing anything-" My voice was caught off short by the sight of my room. It was completely Malfoy-free! I was pretty freaked out. Where was Malfoy then? I searched around, trying the other bedrooms, but I just couldn't find him.

Ding-dong! That must be Malfoy! But why in the world would he be outside . . .

I raced downstairs, and popped open the door.

"Hello Hermione. Please, please join me at my home. I am so lonely . . ."

I stared awestruck. I had been hoping it was Malfoy, and when it actually turned out to be HIM . . . Who wouldn't have acted in my state?

"Ah-Ah . . . Mark . . ." I couldn't seem to acknowledge who was there. I mean, come on. I had been so keen to have spotted Malfoy.

"Mmm. It is true then your parents are gone . . ."

"Uh-yeah," I said nodding, too numb with shock to think straight.

"Then let us be gone then," he said grabbing my arm and pulling me inside my house, while I was still inside. He quickly held onto me, closing the door with his foot, and locking the door.

"Wh-Where are y-yo-you ta-taking me?" I stuttered as he pulled me away.

"Up to your room of course," he said brightly smiling down at me. Then he smirked, his brown eyes becoming hard.

"You're not disobeying me, are you?"

"N-No no. N-not at al-all."

"Then, come on," he said roughly, his grip tightening.

"I d-don't wa-wanna," I cried, tugging. I didn't know what was happening? Couldn't he understand I didn't want him here?

"Come on," he cried. "Quit acting like a stupid baby," he said his emotions clouding him, letting his anger get the better of him.

"But . . ."

POW!

"You know I hate it when you complain," he stated. "And attacking you, doesn't really light me up. So just do what I tell you Hermione. God, you are such a fucking brat." A:N: Sorry about that!

I glanced helplessly around the room, slowly climbing up the stairs. I rubbed my jaw softly, it was pounding and it hurt oh so bad. I felt stupid. What was the point of being sorted into Gryffindor, if I didn't even have the courage to stand up to this guy?

"Are you coming or what?"

"I'm coming," I whispered softly finishing the rest of the stairs. I followed Mark to my bedroom, the pictures of me in the hallway staring at me. A few of them moved since they were shot from a wizard camera. I blinked back a few tears. Was I about to lose my virginity?

Draco Malfoy

" . . . And I just wann-Granger, are you even listening to me," I cried out in disbelief. I took my hands and shook the girl. She stared at me wide-eyed, fear staring me in the face.

"Are you okay," I asked gently.

"Ye-yeah," she stuttered. "I'm fine."

"Well, you know. You should be thanking me!"

"What?! What in God's name are you talking about!" She said standing up.

"Stop it Hermione. Just come back here and listen to me!"

Slowly the pretty witch slowly sat back in her place.

"Good-"

"You called me Hermione." She stated smiling innocently.

"What's that got to do with anything. So, your name's Hermione. I call you Hermione."

"But you've always called me Granger."

I looked at her perplexed, feeling my cheeks slowly reddening. "But-ah . . ."

"It's alright. I'll call you Draco."

A Piece from the Past

My eyes opened wide as I suddenly realized something very odd. Why was it I was in Hermione's room, but now I'm . . . not?!

Weird.

"Why have you forsaken me God! Is it likely you're a fraud?! Have you not heard my cries?! My pleas I have ached long so, with all these lies! Why haven't you wandered upon me, taken my weight off my shoulder. Certainly you should know I am in need of help for the torment inside is killing me. Let it be that nothing will see. And these marks that have left on me will always be? Will I forever keep my mouth shut and give into this beast? Where is the courage and guidance needed upon such act? Where is the once lifestyle I have ached upon so keenly? Where is the place I once kept upon so freely? Where is the God I have been believeing in so long, it feels he no longer cares for me?! Why in heaven's name have you turned your back on me, letting this evilness come against me? For it seems you have already shadowed me with a sadden life only to please this awful man who understands nothing . . ."

At these words I understood I had been threaded into the tiny book, into its ink-filled pages, written by none other than Hermione Granger. I had no clue what the girl in this passage meant. I turned to face the girl, now red-faced and sobbing, feeling the sadness spreading through the room. Her tears touching her cheeks, amazed me. How I haven't cried in years, surprised me that still others could.

"Hey," I whispered. "Are you okay?"

The girl didn't appear to comprehend what was happening and I soon remembered that when times like these happened, they were only memories written down.

I watched the girl some more, realizing we were still in her house. Probably just in another bedroom.

Finally the girl stopped after several long minutes. She hastily wiped away her tears and disappeared off to the bathroom. I followed her, becoming more aware of the fact this must have been near the time I came over her house. Considering a) she looked the same as I remembered, b) nothing out of the ordinary was different with her hallway pictures, and c) uh, well, I guess that's it.

In the bathroom, Granger washed her face, staring at her reflection. Then she went to get a washcloth at the window. Outside I noticed the same man I had met earlier. And at the same moment he looked across from his house and saw us. Wait, not us, but Granger. Still, he was on the same level as we were It appeared he was in a bedroom, as I looked into the window of his.

"Hey, Hermione," he called over. "Come over here!"

I looked at Granger's expression. She seemed dumbstruck and I wanted to tell her to reply to this guy.

"Hermione," repeated her neighbor.

"I-In a second," she yelled putting on a fake smile.

I frowned down at her. If she didn't wanna go, why didn't she just say so.

"Good. Meet me in my room."

The man's window closed, and in seconds, was covered by curtains.

"Gotta go," Hermione muttered. "No point not to . . ."

I ignored her and followed as she took a key and left her house. She stopped just once to lock the doors as well.

Outside the bright sun shone bright, stinging my grey eyes. Quickly we went next door, and we were let in, in seconds. Well, I was in the very least by Granger.

I was careful as we both headed upstairs afterwards. Was it just me, or was Hermione holding back just a bit. She really needn't worry as I watched her bite her bottom lip.

As Hermione entered the large room, I saw a guy smirking at the girl.

"Welcome Hermione," he said in a deep voice.

From there, everything was just a blur. At first I didn't understand why Granger really needed to go in the guy's room. You just don't do that. But then I figured it was alright since they were neighbors after all. But now, things were taking it quite differently than I had expected . . .

A/N: Ahh! I've been sitting at my computer so long! Anyways, please read and review! Love ya!

I am also anticipating what happens. As you can see, after each person's pov, they tell a piece from the past from their perspective. This was a tricky chapter. You're just going to have to wait to find out what happens next. Thanks to all who reviewed!

And I re-read this over, and it sounds like I exaggerate a great deal. Sorry to those who hate stories written in that way. When I have more time, I'll make sure it sounds right and makes sense.

-written :)