A/N: I debated writing this now, because I still have another story in the works, but I decided to anyway. If you have read With or Without Make-up, and have any suggestions, please tell me. I have writers block for that story. Now, on with the story!

My eyes filled up with tears. I did not believe he said that. What else is there? A lot of things, that's what else. Love, passion, happiness, but beauty? I looked up at him and he still had no idea what he did. The tears spilt out and I couldn't hold it out any longer.

"WHAT ELSE IS THERE? THERE IS A WHOLE HELL OF A LOT MORE! IS BEAUTY ALL THAT MATTERS?"

I heard him whisper a yes. He is making me cuss. No one has been able to do that. The nerve of some people. The tears just kept running down my cheeks.

"Yes?" I asked weakly. He nodded. Then I got really mad. I was so furious; steam was probably coming out of my ears. He looked intimidated. Good.

"You know what! When I first met you, I though you were a conceited black-hearted varmint, Draco Malfoy. Then, the last couple days have been the best days in my entire life; I started to think, maybe, just maybe, I was wrong. But I was right. You are a jerk, and I never want to see you again!" Steam still coming from my ears, I picked up my bra, shirt and pants, threw them on, and ran downstairs. Tears streaming down my cheeks, I went to the bathroom, and waited until they stopped flowing. Once I recomposed myself, fixed my hair, applied a little make-up, I set out to find my mother.

I finally spotted her with dad. I walked up to her and whispered in her ear, "I need to talk to you." She nodded, excused herself, and followed me to my room. Once the door was shut, the tears started flowing again. I told her everything. Well, almost everything. I didn't tell her what was happening when he said those words. I don't think she would have been too happy if I did.

"Oh honey, I am so sorry. You will not be marrying him. I will talk to Narcissa straight away."

"Thank you," I said softly.

She excused herself from the room and went to speak to my father. I laid down on the bed and cried. My head was starting to hurt, so I tired to stop. That just made the tears come out faster. I left it alone and cried as hard as I could. Thoughts were running through my head, and they were about Draco, I mean Malfoy. I would have married him. True, I didn't love him, but it was what my parents wanted, I could feel a strange attraction to him. This summer, I thought he had changed so much. He was nice, smart, and not to mention handsome. He was more than handsome. He was hot. Especially when he was angry or laughing. When he would laugh, his hair would fall in front of his face, giving him a mature, yet sexy, look.

Just thinking about him made me cry harder. As hard as I tired, I couldn't hate him. I wanted to hate him, oh did I, but I couldn't. I brushed it off as an attraction. Before I could continue my thoughts, my dad burst in the room. He rushed over to the bed, wrapping his arms around me.

"Where is he?" he yelled. "I am going to decapitate him." I giggled a little at this. He could always find a way to make me feel better.

"I think that might be a little extreme."

"Can I yell at him?"

"No, Daddy, I'm fine." He looked like he didn't believe. I put on my best fake smile and his expression changed.

"I always knew you're a trouper." I smiled again as he walked out the door. I was about to break out in tears again when he opened the door and said, "Start packing, we leave in the morning."

Morning didn't come fast enough. I couldn't wait to get out of here. I could hear Dra-Malfoy tossing and turning in his bedroom. I wondered if he was sorry or just upset thathe was in trouble. I had packed everything already, so there was nothing else to do. Except sleep, but there was no way I was getting to sleep now. Yet, somehow I did. I woke up when my mom shook me, whispering in my ear that it was time to go. I jumped on, threw on what I was going to wear, and picked up my bags.

When I walked outside, the paparazzi started taking my picture. Since we were the royal family, we had to go to the castle the muggle way. I was surprised to find that Malfoy and Cissa were standing beside the car. I walked up to the car and started to get in. I stopped to hear what my parents ere saying.

"At least we tried, Narcissa, we tried." I could see that she was close to tears. They turned to me. "Aren't you going to say goodbye?

I walked up to Cissa and gave her a hug, then moved to get in the car again. My parents coughed and I turned around.

"Goodbye, Draco." His name melted in my mouth. I wanted to say it over and over again, but I couldn't.

Cissa poked Malfoy. "Goodbye, princess." He said through clenched teeth. His words hurt me. At least I said his name.

I climbed into the car, not breaking my posture. I tired my best not to show hurt. Inside I was breaking. My parents climbed into the car, shut the door, and we started to ride off. I turned around to see what was happening, but he had already started to walk away. I faced the right way and struggled to hold the tears in.

Draco

As she whispered a goodbye, I could feel my heart breaking. My other poked me in the ribs and a said goodbye princess. It came out worse than it was meant to. She climbed into the car and they drove off. I was hurt inside. Tears started to build up in my eyes, so I turned away. I could hear my other shouting, "All these years of planning, wasted!" I ran up to my room, and screamed.

I was later playing chess with Blaise and talking to my personal house elf, Roger.

"What else is there?" Roger squeaked. "She asked you what else matters and you reply, what else is there. You do see more in Hermione than just beauty, right."

"Of course I do, Rogers," I said as I moved a chess piece. "She's uh, and how about, sigh. Am I right?"

Roger rolled his eyes.

Blaise suddenly spoke. "Why Draco, I believe you just lost your queen."

I sighed. "That's twice in one day." I then had a revelation. "I'll prove my love. I'll show her that she means more than beauty. But how?"

Hermione

We were driving along a country rode on the way to the palace, when we suddenly stopped. My father stepped out of the car. He gasped and I poked my head out of the car, not believing who was standing there. It was Lord Voldemort. He was standing there, ahead of us, his wand glowing.

"Don't get out of the car," my father whispered to us. I was only too happy to obey.

"What are you doing here?" he shouted at Lord Voldemort. Voldemort jus smiled.

"I've come to kill you." My stomach jumped. I looked outside and saw him transform into a hideous beast. He was a monster. Hair covered his body and his teeth grew sharper. Then it hit me. He was an Animagus! With one flick of his wand, our car was rolling over and we were flying everywhere. Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands pick me up. I started to scream, but he whispered a spell, and everything went black.

Draco

I was still pondering when suddenly, someone burst through the door. I looked at him. He was one of the king's guards! I picked him up and shook him awake.

"What happened? Where is Hermione?"

'We were attacked." He gasped. "A terrible beast, attacked." Suddenly, he was silent. He was dead. I put my head on his chest and cried. I suddenly jumped up and ran out in the rain. I followed the car tracks in the mud. I finally reached the car and looked around.

I spotted the king on the ground. I ran to his and picked up his head.

'Draco," he whispered.

"Where is Hermione?" I asked urgently.

He smiled weakly. "I knew you cared. A terrible beast took her. It's not what it seems, Draco. It's not what it seems." He looked like he was going to say something else, but his head became limp, and his heart stopped breathing. I looked up, letting the rain splatter on my face. I took a second to compose myself, than thought with confusion; It's not what it seems?

A/N: This took me forever to write! I hope you like this chapter. I do. I think it's neat. For those who asked if he would not save her, I don't know. I am one of those sappy romance people, and she is NOT going to die. I think. Let's just see how the story works out.

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