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Uber-sorry bout the long wait. I haven't been on the computer in ages. Anywayz, I also started thinking this was kinda a stupid fic, so I didn't want to update. Please feel the need to review with good or bad comments suggestions are welcome. Plot ideas, too. My friend posted a fic, too. I would greatly appreciate it if you guyz all mosied over there after reading this. It's a Harry/Draco fic (surprisingly a good ship) called Fine Line, by sullen-girl. Review it please! Anywayz, here's what u have been waiting for! The fic! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Scars of the Past
Trying to Redeem
Hermione numbly walked over to the crisp cream-colored bathroom. It was immaculate in every way expect for the tiny black skid mark of the tile floor. She looked down at it mulling things over in her head. She thought about if Draco had recognized her and was just being a prick, or if she had changed that much. It had been her objective to change this summer. She didn't want to be seen as bookish Granger in this world. The world that was Hogwarts was a different matter though. There she didn't want to be known, but was. Being the smartest witch in the year, or school for that matter, and one of the best friends of the infamous Harry Potter meant you were known and recognized in the big boarding school and in the wizarding world. It had been so hard to keep the haunting secret that had changed her life from that world. But so far, she had. Now there was a glitch. There was Draco Malfoy.
When she had backhanded him at the beginning of the summer, she had also seen the scar as she glanced back at the sodding prick that made her life miserable. At least, that's what people assumed she felt. In reality, he was the one constant that made her life tolerable so she was not a walking catatonic. He was her steadfast of hurt. The pain of insults had eventually faded to a bare acknowledgement. She heard them, but now her replies hurt him, too. She always had a smile in her mind when they would bicker. No one knew. No one. Not even that devil himself. She had seen the scar that marred his handsome features now. And she knew she had hurt and surprised him more then, than ever before.She had seen the scar, so being Hermione, as soon as she had set up her flat, she accessed the wizards version of the Internet. You could only access it with a spell. It was pretty much like Google, but with Wizarding information. She hadn't taken any of her books home with her, except for the ones that she would need for next year. She didn't really plan on reading them. She had to bring them or someone might get suspicious. On the wizard net, she had found some very interesting information. Certain objects of affection, for example gifted jewelry, could be charmed to protect the wearer. If someone with evil intentions were to be hit forcefully with it, the skin would break and scar, even with a healing spell. The scar would remain until the owner of the ring decided to trust that person. Then it would just fade away. Also, there was a spell you could say to protect someone else you love, it didn't last very long, less than 5 seconds, but it was long enough to do some good.Hermoine had been intrigued by this information and decided to write an owl to Ron and Harry thanking them. She had been halfway through when she had paused, put her quill down, and tore the letter away. She didn't want ANYONE, to find her. Not now. She had decided to go for a walk then, to blow off some steam. That was when she first found Club Cuir. She became a regular there as soon as possible.She stood in the bathroom and everything came flooding back. Soon she was on the floor with tears rolling down her face. She knew her makeup was being messed up, but she didn't, couldn't care. She sat there for a good ten minutes longer with the salty droplets splashing on her clothes before she jerked up straight with a thought. Why was he here?She had not checked the Daily Prophet site in ages, so she slowly pulled herself to her feet and sat at the desk that her computer was on. She waited for it to boot up and wondered what had happened to make one of the most respected and well-known people in the Wizarding world dress and act like a Muggle. There it was, next to the big picture of Lucius and Narcissa.
Daily Prophet
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One of the most esteemed Wizarding Pureblooded families was disgraced this past week. The youngest Malfoy, Draco, 16, dishonored the prestigious Malfoy family by announcing at a Council meeting that his father Lucius Malfoy, well known aristocrat, was in fact, a Death-Eater. He also told where to find the Dark Arts books and illegal ingredients in Malfoy Manor. This was before his father cursed him with the first of the unforgivable curses. Rumor has it is that Draco Malfoy ran away and cannot be located. The Manor was searhed and everything was found just where Draco had said it would be. Lucius's trial will be held sometime during Christmas break Until then, he is under house arrest with his wife, who claims to have been under the Imperius curse for many years.
By: Jaimie Emerson
"Wow." That was the only thing Hermione said. It sounded hollow in the empty flat. She glanced up at the picture once more. Lucius's shoulders were slighty slumped forward, almost imperceptibly, but not quite. His face wa sa scold as ever, though. Narcissa seemed heartbroken. If it was because her son had runaway or if her husband, and possibly hers too, Dark Arts career had been uncovered, Hermione couldn't tell.
She stood and walked over to the tall bookcase she has in her living/ sitting room. She pulled out the big leather-bound photo album she kept as a reminder of magic. Inside, it had all the pictures she ever took in the wizarding world. She flipped it open and skimmed over picture after picture before she stopped with her finger on the corner of a picture of the arrogant Draco Malfoy. She brought the heavy book back over to the computer and rolled the page down a little further. There was a recent picture of Draco. The scar on his cheek seemed very prominent. She shuddered with guilt. She slammed the book shut and hefted it off her lap onto the table. She ran to the bathroom and once more applied her makeup.
Hermione Granger was out the door sooner than you could say Voldemort is a great big pink bunny! She ran the entire way to the club. She saw the neon flashing lights and slowed to a walk. Once there, she asked the bouncer if he had seen a tall platinum blonde come out of the club. When he shook is head, she nodded her head toward the silky velvety rope that blocked her way. He unhooked it and she dashed inside.She made her way through the hordes of young adults to where one of her acquaintances stood serving drinks at the bar. She shoved past a few last people and caught the girl's attention. The young woman was named Tanya; she almost always gave Hermione drinks on the house."Hey, Tanya. Have you seen a platinum headed hottie around here somewhere? I really need to find him.""Hey! I saw him earlier, he was sitting over at one of the tables over there.' She jerked her head to the left. "He got up and got another drink a little while ago. I don't think he left."
"Thank you so much. I'll see you later. Right now, I really gotta find this guy." With that, she turned and pushed her way back through the crowds.She got to the high tables that were on the left of the bar. She spotted a couple of friends and maneuvered her way over to them. She asked if she could borrow a chair for a second. They agreed and she knelt carefully on the tiny seat. As she scanned the crowd, she remembered how he had treated her and she wondered why she was doing this. She saw a head of platinum blonde hair in the corner and jumped down from the chair. She looked behind her and yell a line of thanks before shoving her way to the far corner where she had seen the young man she was looking for.Hermione kept shoving people out of her way until she reached the corner. She narrowed her eyes when she only saw a blank wall. She did a quick 360 and saw no one in the vicinity with blonde hair. She gave a sigh and started to weave her way to the ladies room when someone grabbed on to her arm. She turned hopefully."Let me buy you a drink. I'm sure whoever you were looking for isn't nearly as good-looking as me." It was a tall auburn haired man who wore a smirk that was nowhere near as good as Draco's."First of all, I'm not here to drink. Not tonight anyways. Second, he is much better looking than you and third, GET OFF ME!" She wrenched herself out of his grasp and stumbled into someone's arms. She looked up about to yell at the person."Draco?" It was barely a whisper, but somehow he heard it. He set her upright and grabbed her hand, leading her through the crowded floor to the cool fresh air of the outdoors. He turned around once they were a half block away from the club."How do you know who I am?" His breathing was heavy and suddenly she was afraid of him.
"I-I can't tell you that. If you don't know who I am, then you probably shouldn't." He started to interrupt her but she pushed on. "I don't know where you're staying, but if you wanted to, you could stay with me. I have a flat. I can sleep on the couch."
She would have kept rambling if Draco hadn't told her to shut up. "I don't know who you are, and you tell me that's a good thing. You know who I am, so that means you're a witch. I have no place to stay, but I won't stay unless you tell me who you are." When he finished, his voice was bordering on a whine.
It didn't budge. "Oh Fuck." She glanced apologetically at him. "This sometimes happens." He watched her amusedly as she fought with the door for a few more seconds. When it finally opened, she went sprawling into the room. Draco offered his hand to help he up.
"Very nice place you got here. Granger." He turned to her. "Honestly. You still say that. Kind of gave you away." She rolled her eyes. He asked, "So why are you here on your own instead of with your loving parents? Or Weasel's loving family?" Her eyes started to inadvertently fill with tears. She didn't mean to. It was just that, it was so different when she thought about it than when someone else was poking fun at her.
"My family disowned me. Harry and the Weasly's think I'm there this summer. What about you? Why are you in Muggle London? Actually, I already know that. I'll make some tea and we can share stories." She glanced at him, already making himself at home on the sofa in front of the TV. "If... you're staying." She said amusedly. He looked at her with a glare and then smirked.
"Whatever you say, Dahling." She rolled her eyes and then stalked of to make tea in the kitchen.
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YeaH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Big chappie! Go me! Erm.... Please Read and Review, as always. I was gonna type something. O yeah, sry bout that. I said I was gonna go into detail bout Hermione past and I didn't. sry. Erm... I got to go see the RHPS at the theater with a live cast! It was soooooo much fun! You should go see it if you parents let u. its fun. Newayz, tata! Read and Review sullen-girl Fine Line. Thanx!!!!!!!!!!! I promise to update soon. At least, I'll try!