A/N: Hey people, despite the fact that i am probably too old to still watch it, i love 'Beauty and the Beast', nearly as much as i like writingstories so i thought i should combine the two together! I hope you like it. I know this chapter is very short, it is just an introduction. It is a clip of Hermione as a child. In the next chapter it will go forward in time about fifteen years, incase anyone was wondering.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter orBeauty and theBeast. (Wish i did though!)
Hermione sat on her fathers lap, smiling up at him fondly, "Come on papa, tell it one more time."
"But you've heard it a thousand times, you know it by heart," he chuckled, patting his daughters head.
"But it's not the same! Please." She smiled triumphantly, knowing she had won him over. The nine-year-old girl listened in silence as her father cleared his throat and began to recite her favourite story.
"Once upon a time there was a handsome prince named Draco Malfoy. He had everything he could ever dream of, however he was very cold at heart. One wet, stormy night where our story begins, there was a knock at his door; it was an old woman, she was cold and hungry, and asked for shelter for the night, the prince, who was cold hearted, laughed in the woman's face.
At this the old lady, turned into a beautiful enchantress. The prince was benumbed by her beauty and begged for forgiveness, however she did not give it. Instead, as a punishment she turned him into a beast, casting a spell on him and all within the castle, and they were destined to stay that way until the beast became a better person.
She gave him a single rose, and said, "You must find love, and have love returned before the last petal falls, or you are doomed to stay a beast forever". The beast, burning with fury,hid himself in the depths of the castle never seen again by another human."
Hermione sat in silence for a moment, "You missed out the bit about Lumiere!"
Her father chuckled before kissing her on the forehead, "come on, its way past your bed time, I will tell it again tomorrow."
The little girl nodded and climbed down from her father's lap, she headed towards her bedroom, however half way there she turned around and whispered to her father as an afterthought, "I wonder if the beast will ever find love before the last petal drops."