Disclaimer: Draco isn't mine (damn) nor is Harry potter (shit) OR Ron weasly (now that one I can live with I think…)
Summary: Would she become everything that he is… just to save him from himself?
A/N: Hermione may get very OOC sorry
Chapter 2: Cat got your tongue Granger?
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It was at least 20 minutes later when he reached the library. Having been delayed by pansy's self involved whining and sadly disgusting clingyness, involving questions of 'where are you going drakie?' and answers such as 'none of your business puginson' if i throw a stick will you leave?' answered once again by her childish stomping away.
"Idiot" he muttered under his breath while reaching for the library doors.
The library was not what you would call a popular place… it was mainly inhabited by Ravenclaws, the nasty librarian, and that Percy Weasly boy, oftenmuttering to himself about spilled cauldrons and some 'itchy, burning sensation', Draco simply assumed he was incompetent… or severly damaged goods.
And then there was her. She came in here a lot he noticed. He saw her some nights hunched over a table while he sat on the floor between the rows of books, comfortably covered in his own invisibility cloak… his, of course, made purely by dark magic.
He knew she was haughty. Obnoxious. Know-it-all. Rude, and very defensive. But he also knew she was smart and brave and entirely pretty. She made him feel nauseous. All good and kind and muggle born.
How perfect she would be if only she were in slytherin, if only she were pureblood and liked to torture small animals. He smirked at the thought, sneaking his way around the shelves, watching her like a hawk stalking its prey. She was sitting at a lone table at the back of the library facing away from the table with a large book on her lap, her legs neatly crossed. Huger flared through him. How fun it would be to have his way with the little Gryffindor. But oh how she hated him, this he knew. Or at least he thought.
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She had found the book in the deep, dark corner of the restricted section, right at the back. It had interested her because she knew it was full of dark magic. She could tell from the moment she lifted it from its hiding place. The cover of the book made from heavy black dragon hide, sleek and shiny as it was, it pulsed… as if the book shared the heart of the dragon whose Magical scales graced its covers. Small symbols were carved into the scales, as far as she could tell they looked Celtic, however she knew they were dark symbols as she recognized one of them as the Dark Mark, represented on the forearms of the Death Eaters.
She knew this was not something she should be getting into. However she yearned to know more. She turned the page and heard a rustle to her left… coming from the stacks. As her eyes flicked over the page and up to the shelves she froze, lowering her eyes back to the heavy book in her lap.
--become what your not and learn who you are--
It was about a young boy, a long time ago, destined to become a death eater. And a young girl destined to be the death of him, and everything he stood for.
They fell in love and in order to save him from himself, from a life that could only lead to death… she became what he was, she became everything she fought against and everything she despised.
Tears sprang to Hermione's eyes as she read on.
The young girl died in the arms of her lover, by the hands of those she once fought with, saving the boy from his demons and teaching him the meaning of love and what's right. He died in the end also. The anguish of loosing the one he loved was too much for him and he Avada Kedavra'd himself.
At the end of the passage there was a spell. The very spell that the young girl used to transform herself to be alike to her lover. Hermione's eyes raked over the words.
Permita que mí sea lo que adoro
She was a smart witch by nature, her mind translating the passage as her heart beat quickened. Let me… let me be what… let me be what I love.
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"What's that you got there Granger?" a voice from behind her causing her to jump.
She whipped around and found herself staring straight into the silver eyes of Draco Malfoy. Her heart stopped. As did her ability to speak it seemed.
"Cat got you tongue Granger?" he prompted, trying to peer over her at the book in her lap.
Hermione noticed this and slammed the book shut, grimacing as the full weight of it,spurred byher desire to shut it fast, impacted on her knees and she stumbled forwardslightly in her chair. A strong hand grasped her shoulder and slammed her back in her chair. She gasped and looked up at him as he rounded on her, coming to a stop in front of her. His eyes burning holes into every part of her body that they grazed upon.
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He crouched down on his knees in front of her, placing a hand on the book in her lap, somewhere in the vicinity of her upper thigh he noted.
Her cheeks flushed with anger… or desire? He decided he would toy with the mudblood, he had nothing better to do it seemed.
"Whatcha got there mudblood?" he asked again, his eyes roaming, not to the book, but over her body.
He was not in love with Granger. Nor did he have any interest in her. He was merely playing with something he knew he couldn't have and, considering the circumstances, didn't want.
He supposed it would be different if she maybe she had been born into a different family, perhaps a pureblooded family. Then… he supposed… he would quite enjoy the girl, she was after all, quite a beauty.
"A book Ferret boy" she snapped "Do you know what a book is?" sarcasm dripped from her words and she attempted to stand from her seat. Taking the book with her.
He used little force to keep her sitting and sneered at her.
"Of course I-… Oh don't be stupid Granger just tell me what book and I'll leave you to it" he said slowly, his face a fraction from hers.
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He was awfully close, he smelled of sugar cookies and cinnamon. She knew the words, she also knew how wrong it would be...all she had to do was whisper them. She took a breath…
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A/N: yet another 'end of chapter' sorry guys… if you like it I'll keep going… if you don't… I'll stop. I've decided to let you know now that Hermione will be EVIIIIIIIIL in this Fic… there will be many-a Hermione/Draco hookups… and he will learn a lesson in love. And she… a lesson in the dark arts… Hermione wont change much I don't think. Just be evil??? Tell me what you think I should do with this Fic!? Please... ideas are very VERY welcome!
She will be like Draco and she might sit at his table? I haven't decided really… I just know she will be like him. There may even be a plot to overthrow the dark lord? A new dark lord. And perhaps his dark queen? New spells. New abilities… any who, tell me what you think? Thanks millions…