Over the Moon

Chapter Thirteen

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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 . . . .

Hermione Granger

I stood up from the couch to leave. I never wanted to come chit-chat in the first place and now it was getting way out of hand. Now we're on a first name basis, what'll happen next?

"Wait . . . Hermione."

I turned around slowly and faced Draco. Was I really going to call him that? I thought, a smile playing at my lips.

"Yeah . . . Draco," I said, my eyes twinkling. Why was I suddenly feeling comfortable when I was with him?

"Okay Hermione," he said, his gray eyes staring into my brown ones. "I don't know what's happening-"

"What do you mean," I interrupt, sitting back down, into 'Indian' position on the couch.

"What I'm trying to say . . . " he continues as I watch him start to fiddle with his fingers, his voice faltering. " . . . . Forget it," he says blushing.

"No, tell me," I urge. What was so important that he needed me to know? I grinned, liking the way he looked when he was embarrassed.

"What I was trying to tell you before. Well, to be honest, I'm glad I apparated to your house, instead to where your, er- friend was . . ."

A Piece From the Past From Draco's view

A/N: Yeah, I do know it's Hermione's turn, but I need it to be this way for the story to work. Please give me constructive criticism as well!

Okay, as I repeat

A Piece From the Past From Draco's view

"What do you mean you don't wanna," sneered an ugly voice.

"I-uh-I . . ."

I watched Granger struggling against the man, trying to get away from sleeping with him. Her face was stained with tears, as I had remembered earlier when she had cried out to-was it God?

The man, Granger's neighbor started to attack her. At one point Granger tripped him, but he grabbed her, and so she fell with him. The two wrestled on the floor a bit, until sometime later, the man I understood to be called Mark? Hey, that rings a bell a bit. Where have I heard of that name before . . . .

I snapped out of my thoughts as Granger screamed at the top of her lungs. Afterwards she started to whimper as Mark started undoing his belt. He held it out like a sword, and started beating down on the girl's back. The whole way through, Granger put her fist in her mouth to stop herself from making further noises.

The sight in front of me sort of hypnotized me. I wondered why Granger let this man do such harm to her. Even I started to feel my eyes sting, and I haven't felt that for a long time. How could this happen? Didn't anybody know about this? Was anybody going to put a stop to this?

Finally it was all over and I was back in Granger's room. I couldn't take it any longer and I started to break down. The confusion and the realization of what happened was too much for me to handle. I didn't know anybody in that matter could live a life more horrid as mine. All my life I thought I had it bad. And now, seeing what Granger went back home to every summer, made my life seem almost like heaven.

I hastily wiped away my tears and walked out of Granger's room. I was glad she hadn't seen me like that. I would of been way embarrassed, and I hated being embarrassed in a situation that wasn't going the way I'd like it too.

"Gra-"I croaked, then cleared my throat, my cheeks flaming and tried again. "Granger!"

I ran down the stairs, hoping she was in the kitchen as I had last seen her. I called her name again, when I noticed no sign of her. That's strange, I thought. I sat down at the table in the kitchen, wondering if she had left without telling me something. For a few minutes, I debated whether or not she had told me. Or she had simply left so I wouldn't annoy her any longer. It was quiet and really warm, and I decided to go outside then. I noticed earlier that Granger had stone stairs I could sit on, with the sun beating down on me. Suddenly on the way there, I heard a loud scream erupting from somewhere nearby.

Instantly I thought," Hermione."

I sprinted the last few steps, and nimbly closed the door shut behind me. I didn't know where I was going then, but I hoped I'd be able to find her. I needed to get to her, as I know she needed me as much as I needed her.

Draco Malfoy

I could feel myself getting embarrassed and everybody must know by now I hate it. I hate not being in control. I hate not doing what needs to be done and slacking off. But I wasn't so sure this time. I knew my cheeks were turning bright red, but I liked it in some odd way I couldn't quite describe.

"Draco . . . You can continue," said Hermione gently. "If you like." I felt her eyes on me, and I knew she was trying to help. But what I needed to tell her, was too difficult for me to explain. How could I tell her this, when not all the words in the world combined how I felt?

"It's rather difficult for me to explain," I began awkwardly.

She nodded and reached for my hand, understanding what I was going to tell her would take up much of my strength. I nodded with her, wondering what would happen if she didn't return what I was feeling.

A piece from the past from Hermione's view

"Please," I begged. "Just let me go. I'm not ready for this . . . "I sobbed hysterically.

"You promised Hermione," he spat. "You don't break promises."

He twisted my right arm, trying to yank off my tank-top with his free hand.

"No!" I cried, stomping on his foot, but he just tighten his grip on me. More tears slipped down my face, and I finally stopped struggling and stood still like a doll.

"That's better," hissed Mark, yanking my tank-top off, exposing my bra and part of my cleavage. He started whistling madly, walking around me and sizing my appearance. I let my mind wander off then, pretending I was someplace better. I became numb, just thinking of it, my eyes shut.

"Hermione!"

My eyes quickly snapped open. Who said that? I felt myself suddenly becoming interested by straining my ears, trying to pay close attention to all the sounds. Who had shouted my name?

"Hermione!"

There it was again. Oh, if only someone had been really calling me. I probably was becoming paranoid with all the events I had just gone through. I hope it's not Mark I thought, I can identify his voice anywhere. It probably was nothing, but myself willing for this to happen.

"HERMIONE!"

Nope, somebody was definently trying to reach me. Lazily, I tried coming up with other ideas. And then an idea came to me, which would probably save my life.

"DRACO!"

A/N: There you go! Here is chapter thirteen. Sorry about the updating process, for I am to blame. I will be updating my other story shortly, for I have been very busy and haven't enough time until now. Okay, I don't hate my story, I'm just very critical over the point it's really fast-paced and some characters can seem over dramatic. And that the flow isn't as well as it should be.

But you know what, I am very very PROUD of this story.

Okay, thanks for letting me get those THINGS off my chest.

And thanks to PaulC and all you other guys! Tell me if you ever want me to leave a response in your review.

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-written :)