Hermione's Personalities

By Pottersgurl07

AN: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! Hey ppls...Sorry its been so long since I last updated. I was busy with school, on last minute projects, and such. Right after school I went outta town for a lil while and I just got back! I have lots of surprises in store and lots more twists and turns that will leave you on the edge of your seat! So kick back; revel in my return and have fun!

Chapter Fourteen: Fights and Strangers

Draco didn't have a clue that the little things he had just said to Hermione would make her freak out. He figured that she would just cry and run, like she had been doing.

Oh, but he was so wrong, as he was knocked down, by what felt like a solid wall, collapsing on him.

Hermione was sitting on top of him, clawing and slapping everything she could touch. Draco, winded, at first, let her claw him, out of shock, but then, he grabbed her wrists after a few seconds and pushed them away from his face.

She was aiming right for his eyes, like she wanted to claw them out with her pretty pink nails. Draco laughed at the look of fire in her eyes and proceeded to laugh harder, when she couldn't break away from his death grip.

When she figured out she couldn't get out of his grip, she started kicking and yelling at him; calling him a "bastard" and asking him how he could do this to her, cause she was just a little girl. And through all of this, Draco contintued to laugh at how hard she was trying.

Then, as if she was winded and had no more fight left in her, she went limp on top of him.

Draco loosened his grip, somewhat, and thats all the leverage she needed to smack him, hard, across the face. It took two harsh slaps, before he came back to his senses.

He was livid and rolled on top of her.

He started ripping her clothes and scratching her back. On impulse, Draco punched her. That did it, she went limp under him.

Draco was exhausted and just lay there, on top of her, trying to catch his breath.

He closed his eyes for a second, next thing he knew, she was fighting again and rolling them, so that she was on top, again. This time, however, she had him by the neck, trying to choke him.

He couldn't catch his breath.

He put his hands over Hermione's and clawed at them, trying, desperately, to get her hands off his neck, so he could breathe.

He looked into her eyes, as if begging her to let go.

She just glared at him and tightened her grip.

It was like she was seeing someone else.

Like she was possessed and wanted to kill him for all the evil things he had done.

His vision was starting to get dark and words started flowing out of her mouth that he couldn't hear.

Just when he was about to pass out, he felt Hermione being pulled away from him just enough so that he could wrench himself out of her grasp.

Draco rolled over to his stomach, coughing and trying to take deep gulping breaths of air.

Never had he been so happy to breathe before.

Finally catching his breath, Draco turned over and looked up.

He saw Hermione clawing and scratching Ron and Harry, trying to get out of their grip to get at him.

She had claw marks on her face and hands, along with a bruised eye, that was starting to turn purple, and her clothes were ripped and bloody.

Suddenly, she stopped fighting, as if coming to her senses.

"Be careful, make sure you keep your grip on her. She tricked me, twice, into loosening mine, before she came at me again." Draco said venomously.

He stood up wiping the blood from his nose and his chin.

Hemione looked at him, as if seeing him for the first time, and burst into tears.

She tried to, gently, pull away from Ron and Harry and they let her go, but stood in between her and Draco.

She trembled violently and looked at her hands, which were covered in his blood.

Harry went to her and hugged her fiercely. Ron dropped to his knees in front of her and hugged her middle.

Hermione just stood there with her hands held out, looking at them with tears flowing down her face as she trembled uncontrollably.

A part of Draco wanted to run to her, push Potty and Weasel out of the way, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

So, he took one last look at her and ran back to the castle.

Krista didn't know what came over her, when she lunged at Malfoy. It was like seeing someone else, that she hated more than him. Someone he reminded her, so much, of and she snapped.

Malfoy was strong and held onto her, not letting her go, but his laughter was what did it.

A memory, from deep inside, came up to the surface.

A laugh, so similar to Draco's, that it made her heart clench in fear.

She clawed at him, and when she, finally, had went limp, his grip loosened. As soon as he had relaxed, she began again, catching him by surprise.

Thats when he had started to fight back.

A flash of a memory came into her mind of her trying to get loose. And the resulting laughter as she struggled to get free.

Then, she saw Draco's fist come at her as it punched her right in the eye.

Krista saw stars for a full minute.

As the stars were still orbiting her head, she saw a face over her, telling her that she was worthless, and to be a good little girl and lay still.

That's when she reached out and rolled on top of Draco, again and started to choke him to death.

Her grip was like iron, on his throat.

She looked at him, fire blazing in her, fury-blackened, brown eyes, and proceeded to tighten her grip on his throat.

All she saw, was a smiling face, looking up at her; telling her to go ahead and try to kill him.

Krista tightened her grip even more and he started to turn white.

Somehow, he was still able to make nasty comments to her, telling her she would never be rid of him.

All of a sudden, she was jerked away from him by two pairs of arms.

Krista struggled with all her might.

He was still laughing at her, telling her that she had fought well, but she had still lost.

Thats when his face came into view and she realized that she was fighting with the wrong person. That she had been attacking Draco but seeing another's face.

Hermione came to the surface, like a flash of lightning across her eyes, and Hermione realized that Harry and Ron were holding her and she was struggling to get away.

Why?

She had no idea.

Draco said something, that she didn't quite catch and she looked at him. He looked horrible like he had attacked by a werewolf.

His nose had blood, pouring out of it, and dripping, freely off of his chin.

His clothes were ripped, and his neck looked like one massive purple and black bruise.

He had long, gouging, claw marks all over his face, arms, chest, and neck.

Thats when she realized, that her face hurt and her body felt sore.

Hermione looked at her hands, there was blood all over them, with chunks of skin under her bloody nails.

That's when she broke down completely.

How could Krista do this to her? She was ruining her life and making Hermione look emotionally unstable. Hell, she was starting to feel emotionally unstable.

Hermione was aware of Harry and Ron hugging her, but that didn't stop the trembling.

She looked up from her hands and over Harry's shoulder, catching Malfoy's eye, before he turned around and ran for the castle.

She knew he was confused and concerned, and more than a little bit pissed off. She had seen it in his eyes.

Harry pulled away from the hug first, Ron still hanging on to her waist.

Harry looked at her face and hands. Then, he looked into her eyes, as if asking a question. Hermione looked right back at him, but had no answer, whatsoever.

"Hermione, what happened? What did Malfoy say to you? Did he try to do something to you?" Harry asked softly.

Hermione continued to look at him, it was all a blank.

She had no idea how she had even got here. The last thing she remembered, she had just gotton back to the common room and then everything went black.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Harry asked.

She could only nod her head at him, no words could describe the fact that she really wasn't okay. Ron finally pulled away and looked at her face and hands, as well.

"Bloody hell, Hermione!" Was all he said, smiling a bit, before quickly turning it back into a frown again.

"I'm alright, you guys," she said calmly. "Malfoy didn't do anything wrong, he just laughed at me cause I tripped on a rock."

Both boys looked at her with a hint of suspicion that they didn't quite believe her, but they let it lie.

"What time is it," she asked softly.

"Well dinner is still going on in the Great Hall." Ron answered.

Hermione nodded and looked around, noticing that it was starting to get dark outside.

"Lets go back up to the castle." She said hesitantly.

Ron and Harry seemed to agree and they both put an arm around her, to support her all the way back up to the castle.

Once they were at the doors to the Great Hall, Hermione gently pulled away and told them that she was going to go up to her room and clean herself up. They both insisted that she go to see Madam Pomfrey, but Hermione had a feeling that she had already been there once and didn't want to go back. She also didn't want Madam Pompfrey to start asking questions that she could not answer.

The walk back up Gryffindor tower was slow.

She took her time as she seemed to feel the sting of each scratch as her sore muscles pulled on the skin with each step.

Finally, she was up in her empty dorm room sitting on her four poster bed.

Hermione just sat there, it was like all the pain had slipped away and she let her mind go over what had happened.

She couldn't figure out how she had got to where she was with Draco.

She didn't know if he had said something unusually cruel, and that was why Krista had jumped him, or if he had actually tried to hurt her.

She had a feeling that it wasn't either one.

Hermione knew that Krista was just as controlled as Hermione was, for the most part, in that area of her life.

She knew that Krista wouldn't have just jumped Draco for no reason. Something had to have triggered it.

After what felt like hours of sitting there, thinking about the "why's" and "what if''s", she finally went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

Her face looked horrible, her eye was swollen and bruised, and her cheeks, hands, and arms had raised welts, but no bloody gouges like she had left on Draco.

Her hair was wildly tangled.

Hermione pulled out her wand and fixed up her face with a few choice spells, as well as her hair and clothes.

She wasn't hungry, so, she went to her bed and laid down, staring up at the ceiling. Tomorrow, Hermione would figure out what had happened between her and Malfoy.

Slowly, Hermione drifted away into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Hermione woke with a start.

Looking at her alarm clock, she saw that it was five in the morning.

Knowing that she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, she got out of bed and put on her school uniform.

Hemione made her way down to the common room and stood in the doorway for a second, just staring into space.

Hermione jumped when she heard light footsteps walking down the staircase of the boys side.

Hermione sat in one of the plush chairs and pretended to fall asleep.

She had no idea why she was doing this, but for some reason, she didn't want to be caught awake this early in the morning.

Hermione relaxed all her muscles and concentrated on making her breathing sound as if she was in a deep sleep.

The footsteps were coming closer and closer every second.

Hermione forced an even breath out finally, just as she heard the footsteps stop by the chair she was sitting in.

Hermione felt a hand touch her face, ever so softly, like they didn't want her to wake at their touch.

Playing like she was dreaming, and not knowing what to expect, she leaned into the hand that was touching her face and a thumb glided over her lips and lingered for what seemed like an eternity before finally pulling away.

Wanting to know who this mysterious stranger was, Hermione pretended to wake up. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, but the common room was empty.

'Strange,' she thought to herself.

Hermione knew what she heard and felt, yet no one was here. They couldn't have gotton away without her hearing them, because of the complete silence of the castle.

Draco stood a few feet away from Hermione, looking at her in smug triumph. He knew that look on her face, she was wondering about the footsteps and the mysterious touch.

He knew she had pretended to be asleep, he also knew that she wouldn't peek, for fear that she would be caught.

The reason he knew this, was because, he had just been down here only a moment ago; not nearly enough time for her to fall into a deep sleep, such as the one she was pretending to be in.

He had actually come to check on her.

He had just had a dream about her and it had disturbed him more than he cared to admit.

He had run back to the castle, after Hermione had beat the shit out him, and to his room. Cleaning and healing himself, he had, then, fallen asleep.

The dream started out with the memory of Hermione under him and screaming as she clawed at him earlier that evening. Then, the scream took on a more desperate tone, like the one that she had released upon finding out about her parents death.

He looked into her eyes and the pain and panic seemed to radiate from the carmel depths like solar flares.

He couldn't see anything but her eyes and he couldn't hear anything but her scream. The scream seemed to change slightly after a moment. It became higher pitched and it flucuated; getting louder then softer, then louder again. It was like waves, going back and forth.

Her eyes seemed farther away, like they were across the room, but they were locked with his.

Suddenly, her eyes widened, then closed as a strangled, pain-filled scream tore through the air between them.

Her eyes didn't open again and the scream had evaporated as she had become unconcious.

As he jerked awake, he could have sworn he heard a familiar laugh cutting through the fog as he struggled to clear the remnants of sleep from his brain.

The dream had disturbed him so much that he had to come and check on her. He knew the password for the Gryffindor common room. He was always getting notes from girls in there with the password and their name written on them, hoping he'd come to see them at night.

Silly little girls, they didn't even realize that, even if he could get in, the stairs would turn into a slide the moment he set foot on them.

But he had figured out a way around that, he hoped.

Harry Potter had an invisibility cloak, he had overheard the boys talking about it in the hall one day.

So, here he was, sneaking up to snatch Harry's cloak, hoping that the stairs wouldn't know that he was there if he was invisible.

He still didn't know, but it was worth the try.

When he had come back down, there she was, pretending to be asleep.

He couldn't resist touching that beautiful face, those lush lips that he loved to ravage so much.

He was drawn to her, infatuated with everything about her.

There was something about her this year that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

She had changed from the Hermione he once knew, but yet the change was brilliant and un-nerving.

He would find out all of Hermione Granger's secrets and he would use them to his advantage.

He was so intrigued with her and it drove him crazy to know that she wasn't as intrigued by him.

Well, he'd just have to fix that.

TBC...

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