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Same disclaimer from chapter 1 applies� thank you to all who
reviewed so far. This will have a few more chapters to it not to worry. Jamie

You�re Beautiful

Chapter 2

When
the time had come to begin his studies at Hogwarts, Draco had been excited to
attend school and was looking forward to making more friends beyond the
children of his father�s associates. His father had made it clear to him that
he was to befriend the famous Harry Potter who would also be starting school.
Looking back on this, Draco could plainly see that his father was setting him
up to be a future Death Eater, positioning himself to gain information for his
father�s cause. Draco had tried that first day of school to make friends with
the �boy-who-lived� only to find himself his offer of friendship spurned. Draco
had been hurt and vented his frustrations by taunting Potter and his friends,
Ron Weasley, the youngest son of a poor family and Hermione Granger the muggleborn witch that bested him in almost every subject in
school.

After the initial confrontation with
Potter, Draco knew that he would always loathe him and Weasley, but Hermione he
wasn�t always sure about. At first he enjoyed tormenting her always knowing
what buttons to push that would make her upset and hopefully cry. Then came
their third year and she hit him. Sure he deserved her ire that day, but her
assault on his person had changed something between them forever. Hermione
would stand up to him at every turn, no longer afraid of him. While he would
still fight with her and her friends mercilessly, he began take notice of her,
especially after the Tri-Wizard ball in their 4^th year when she
showed up with the international Quidditch star Viktor Krum.

At first Draco didn�t believe that
it was mudblood Hermione. Gone was her unruly hair and large teeth and in place
was truly a vision. Draco had to admit to himself that she looked absolutely
beautiful that evening and he found himself longing to touch her skin that
looked soft to the touch.

Shortly
after the ball he found her image drifting in and out of his mind every so
often. He managed to control himself by focusing his energies on making fun of
the �Golden Trio� whenever possible; telling himself that it was the only way
that he could get closer to Hermione with out rousing any suspicions, hoping
that is infatuation with her would subside.

�Ha!� thought Draco, �subside,
yeah right, if anything it became more of an obsession.�

If
Draco was honest with himself then it was indeed true. By the time his sixth
year had ended he had a full blown obsession with Hermione Granger. She became
like a pet to him. Since they were both prefects, he had set up that they would
patrol the halls at the same time. He would make sure that no harm would come
to her during those late night rounds of the castle. She never even knew. There
would be other things too, he would watch her in the Great Hall and when she
was in the library studying, he would see what she preferred to eat and he
learned her study habits. He found out that she tutored the younger years and
anyone that needed help and that every third Thursday she would use the room of
requirement. Draco took so much to noticing her that he didn�t even realize
that he had formed a sort of truce with her.

He
no longer called her a �mudblood� and after his father went to Azkaban after
the Ministry of Magic debacle he hardly teased her in public since he was so
involved with his observations of her. If any of the other Slytherins asked
about his fixation with the Gryffindor �know-it-all� he sneered at them and
told them it was for his father.

While
Lucius had been sent to Azkaban during his fifth year Draco had quickly found
that out from under his father�s thumb was infinitely better than being crushed
underneath it. Draco had begun to realize that the beliefs that his family and
his social class held against the muggle born population in the wizarding world
were not necessarily the right ones. He saw everyday in school how ordinary
people with no magical lineage what so ever manage to be gifted with the
abilities to do magic. Draco was a firm believer in the concept of Fate so it
must have been fated for muggles to evolve into magical beings. Who was he to
argue with Fate?

Over the summer before his final
year at Hogwarts, Draco thought that his fixation on Hermione would lessen, and
it had to some degree. For the most part he had been busy trying to help keep
his family�s estate afloat after the imprisonment of his father. He had even
managed to get close to his mother Narcissa, who under Lucius� dominance was no
better then an extension of his will, someone to keep up a public fa�ade of
wealth and power all the while being the ideal subservient Death Eater spouse.

Draco remembered receiving his
Hogwarts letter that summer. Enclosed with the usual letter and requisite list
of school supplies for that year there was a second letter one that named him
Head Boy for that school year.

Draco
had read the letter at least three times if not more.

Mr. Draco
Malfoy,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected as
Head Boy along with Miss Hermione Granger as Head Girl for the upcoming school
year. Please note that much like your prefect duties in past years, you will be
expected to set an example for the rest of the student body and foster
inter-house relations for the betterment of Hogwarts. Various duties for your
positions will include handing out time tables, scheduling prefect meetings and
patrols, organizing various school functions and helping to plan graduation
festivities as well as being mentors to other students. Please note that this
is a serious position of power with the structure of Hogwarts and will require
a serious amount of time on your behalf. If you feel that you cannot full fill
this requirement, please let me know before the school year commences so we can
find a suitable replacement. Once again we congratulate you on this magnificent
academic accomplishment and ask that you are available to meet with Deputy
Headmistress McGonagall at 12 noon on the
Hogwarts Express in the Heads compartment.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry

Hermione Granger was Head Girl. That was
about all he was gathering from the letter, his pulse quickening with each
reread of the letter. When it finally sunk in that he would be Head Boy he was
ecstatic. He had worked hard over the years to maintain his grades all the
while feigning indifference to the majority of his classes after all it would
do no good for the ruling prince of Slytherin to be uptight about academics
like some over achieving Ravenclaw. The more he thought about his new position
the more he got excited; Draco had heard rumors about previous Head Boys/Girls.
It was like a status symbol in the wizarding world, it came with the sort of
prestige that you can�t buy and it certainly didn�t hurt that the Head Boy and
Girl had their own dormitory.

That thought definitely caught his
attention. If it was indeed true that the Heads shared a dorm, then he would be
practically living with Hermione! They�d of course have separate bedrooms, but
they would have to share a common room, study, kitchenette and a small potions
lab. Being a Slytherin tried and true, he immediately thought of ways that he
could use this to his advantage with Hermione. It was time to get to know her
better.

Draco
stood on the platform of 9and � then much like he was doing today with a great
deal of anticipation. Today he is sending his only son and heir off to begin
his magical education. Back then he was anxiously awaiting the arrival of a
certain chestnut haired witch to board the train.

He saw Weasley first, �Go figure with that
mop of flaming hair� he thought and then he spotted the bedraggled Potter.
Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle had just joined him and were talking about their
summer escapades. Draco wasn�t listening; he was trying to see if Hermione had
arrived yet.

�Oy mate!� called
Blaise, nudging Draco in the shoulder. �We better go find a compartment on the
train before we get stuck with Pothead and Weasel.�

�Huh? Oh yeah, Weasel�,�came a reply from
Draco as he followed his friends onto the train and into an empty compartment
disappointed that he hadn�t seen a trace of his target.

Noon
came around faster than Draco had expected which meant it was time to go to head
the Heads compartment for a meeting with McGonagall and hopefully Hermione.

Draco opened the door to the Heads
compartment and his breath caught in his throat. Hermione was even lovelier
than he remembered from the previous term. She obviously had spent some time in
the sun, her skin was a golden tan and her hair looked if it had been kissed by
the sun. Draco must have been starting at the beauty in front of him for longer
than he realized because Hermione�s voice brought him back to reality.

�Malfoy?
What are you staring at?�

�Ugh, nothing Granger, where�s McGonagall?�
Draco replied hastily to cover up the fact that he had been caught. Hermione
eyed him nervously as he sat on the plush couch next to her. He was about to
say something to Hermione when the door to the compartment slid open and in
walked the McGonagall.

After McGonagall was finished briefing the
pair about their duties she turned to say one more thing.

�I
just want to say that being chosen for this position is an honor. You both have
and outstanding academic record and are leaders with in your respective houses.
I understand that over the past few years there has been an intense rivalry
amongst yourselves and I ask for the sake of the school that you set aside your
differences and attempt to get along.� With that said, McGonagall nodded and turned
to exit the compartment. Hermione spoke first.

�McGonagall is right Malfoy, we need to work
together regardless of our past history.� Hermione braced herself for a
scathing remark but it never came.

�You�re right Granger, we�re
going to have to live together and work together so I think its best that we
act like adults.� Replied Draco, enjoying the look of surprise
on Hermione�s face. �Besides if you haven�t noticed I haven�t really
teased you for a few years now,� he added with a smirk.

That
conversation had started it all that year. He found out early on that he and
Hermione worked well together in all aspects of the Head duties as well as in
other areas of Hogwarts life. Draco was able to continue to learn more about
Hermione since he was living in close quarters with her. Once or twice he
thought that she was on to him when she questioned something that he did, but
generally Draco thought that he was doing a good job of being inconspicuous,
that was however until the night that Hermione confronted him.

After
that night Draco couldn�t remember another time in his life when he was happier
than he was at that instant. He and Hermione had a long talk the following
morning where she confessed that she was interested in him as well but was a
little shocked to find out that he had been so fixed on her for the last year
or two. Draco was relived that she made no mention of the words of love he had
said that night. The pair would spend
countless hours after hours each night sitting up in their common room
discussing various things that they had in common. They would debate literature,
politics, life at Hogwarts, and even Quidditch on occasion.

If
they weren�t having serious discussions they were making up for several years
of sexual tension between them.

Draco
was a bit surprised that Hermione wasn�t a virgin, but looking back on the
first time they made love, he was glad knowing how willing she was. No matter
how many times they would make love, Draco was always excited to know that
Hermione was just as into it as he was. Draco still remembered one such
occasion after a particularly heated debate between the them.

Hermione and he had been debating the
effects of using freeze dried ingredients and their effectiveness in potions
for a little over an hour now. They had various books and charts as well as
their notes spread all over the coffee table in their common room. Hermione was
currently saying something about gillyweed but he
wasn�t paying attention, he was too busy looking at her as she spoke.

�I love the way her eyes sparkle with
passion as she speaks,� he thought to himself. Every now and then her pink tongue
would dart out to moisten her lips, his eyes following and dilating as a spike
of lust shot through him.

�Draco? Are you listening to me? I was
talking about the affects of gilly�� Draco lunged at
her. He caught her off guard and he used his advantage to place kisses all over
her mouth, his tongue probing her hot mouth. Hermione began to respond
enthusiastically by grabbing and pulling his clothes off, not caring if she was
literally ripping the shirt off his back. Their kisses became more desperate
and a quick spell later and they were both naked on the flood of the common
room.

Draco felt Hermione wrap her hand around his
aching cock and begin to steadily pump his shaft. He let out a moan and she
pounced on the opportunity to maneuver him onto his back. Draco barely had time
to register what was going on when he felt Hermione impale herself on him and
begin to ride him. He let her set the pace of their fucking and she apparently
wanted it hard. He reached up and toyed with her breasts before pulling her
close to bite one of her nipples, she scratched his chest with her nails in
response. He could tell that she was getting closer to climax because Hermione
began to arch her back, supporting her hands on his knees and throwing her head
back.

�So fucking hot� was all he could get out
between breaths. He could feel Hermione�s hair tickling his balls and he knew
he wouldn�t last much longer.

Grabbing her hips he began to pull her down
harder and harder on his cock, her back arched back in total pleasure, her hips
rolling to the timing of his thrusts. Suddenly he felt her inner walls begin to
convulse and he pumped harder. With in a few seconds Hermione was coming,
screaming his name like he was a god. Her orgasm triggered his own release and
he felt this balls contract before shooting his load deep into her. Draco swore
he saw stars.

Hermione leaned in to kiss him before
rolling off and settling on the carpet next to him. They both had broke a sweat
during their vigorous activity and were starting to feel their bodies cooling
effect begin to take place. Draco summoned a blanket from his room and covered
them both. Hermione like she had done many times before snuggled into his
warmth. He leaned in to kiss her brow.

�I love you too.� Was all he heard before
dozing off.
Draco knew at that very moment he would never get enough of her.

That
memory like so many that Draco had felt like an entirely different life from
what he had now and in truth it was. He had wanted to spend the rest of his
life with Hermione and not Pansy. Several times over the past years he had
found himself more than once looking at Kieran, the only thing good to come out
of his marriage, wondering what his son would look like with Hermione�s
features. He shook his head.

�Draco? What do you want the future to
hold?� Hermione asked him.

�Well naturally I am going to be wealthy,�
he began, a smile gracing his features in a playful way, �so I don�t really
need to work, which means that I�ll have to find a beautiful wife to share my
large estate with�� Draco let his sentence trail off at the look on Hermione�s
face. He immediately realized that her crestfallen look stemmed from the fact
that he mentioned the thought of another woman. Inwardly he smirked; she
definitely wouldn�t expect what was coming next.

�You know, I was thinking about that looking
for a wife bit,� he started again, �I have found someone you know.� At this
point Hermione�s expression was bordering between tears and rage. She opened
her mouth to say something but Draco put his hand up to stop her.

�Before you say anything I
want to tell you about her. She�s beautiful with her long chestnut hair and her
chocolate yes sparkle with excitement when she makes a new discovery or is
passionate about a cause. She�s clever, and loyal and smart as hell; in fact
she�s called the �brightest witch of her age� and tends to be a bit of a
no-it-all at times.� Draco finished by looking at Hermione�s face, a look of
dawning making its way across her features.

�But�me?� was all she got out.

�Yes you! By gods I love you
and I want to spend my life with you, you silly witch.� Draco pulled out a
small box from inside his robes and presented it to her. Taking the box from
his outstretched hand he could see her tremble as she opened the lid. Inside
was the engagement ring that had been passed down in his family for
generations. Hermione held the ring out to him and he plucked it from her
fingers.

�Hermione Jane Granger, would you give me
the honor of becoming my wife and make me the happiest man in the entire world?�

�Yes.�

Draco
had disillusioned the ring so that only he and Hermione were able to see it on
her finger. He and Hermione had discussed early on in their relationship that
they needed to keep it secret for the time being until the war had simmered down
a bit. Even though Draco�s father had gone to Azkaban, Voldemort was still
around and tensions were reaching their all time high. Every so often Draco
remembered how he got frustrated when he couldn�t openly be with Hermione in
school, especially when Pansy was around. Hermione had felt the same way but
she would always find a way to comfort him during those times, mainly by
flashing him her hand. Draco would catch a glimpse of the ring on her hand and
realize that she would be his forever and nothing was going to change that.

How na�ve was I,� Draco thought to himself. Draco remembered
what had caused his picture perfect world to come crashing down around himself.

�Promise me you�ll be there on New Years
Eve,� said Hermione. They had booked a hotel room in Muggle London so they
could start the New Year together. Hermione had been surprised when Draco had
suggested it, but immediately been taken with the idea being glad that she was
going to be able to spend some part of the holiday with her fianc�.

�I promise you I�ll be there Hermione, I
love you.� Draco kissed her passionately before she exited their common room in
search of her friends to leave for the holiday.

�Things went so wrong after that,� thought Draco.

Almost
immediately after he apparated home from school he could tell that something
was amiss in the manor. The carefree attitude that his mother created in his
father�s absence was replaced with something more repressive. Draco remembered
the awful feeling that he got almost immediately. Not finding any of the house
elves, he began searching the house for his mother room by room, nervous about
what he would find.

The sight that awaited Draco as he pushed
open the heavy oak doors to the study was one that made his stomach turn with a
mixture of revulsion and terror. Inside the scarcely lit room he had seen his
mother first, her rigid posture an indication that whatever else was in the
room was serious. Draco quickly took a calming breath to try and clear his mind
before making his way into the rest of the study.

Draco�s
eyes quickly widened in surprise at what he saw next.
His father sat in front of the fire place, in discussion with another person.

�Ah Lucius,� came a hiss from the other
chair, �it looks like your son has returned home.� Lord Voldemort was in the
study, his father was here, this was not good. Draco had only a few moments to
clear his head of memories of Hermione and him before Voldemort cast Legilimens
on him. It was all he could do to protect his secret.

He could feel his memories flutter past his
eyelids at a rapid pace and steeled himself.
Images of him teasing Potter and his friends, class work, and talks with
his housemates all swam to the surface. An image of himself following Hermione as she looked for the room
of requirement. �Shit� not something that he wanted to let slip out, but
at least it was only him following her and not the accompanying memory of them
passionately making love against the wall that followed that particular
rendezvous.

The images stopped; apparently Voldemort was
satisfied with what Draco had been projecting.

�Draco, you�re just in time. My Lord and I
were just discussing your future,� came the voice of
his father.

�Come and sit,� his father commanded. Draco
obeyed at once choosing to sit as far from Voldemort as possible.

Draco
had been a believer in Fate. He believed that his fate led him to Hermione and
that was the path that he was supposed to take, to turn his life around and
become the man Hermione had always said he would become. Draco no longer
believed in Fate.

That
night in his father�s study his life had been changed forever.

Draco sat and listened to Voldemort�s plan,
eying his mother from time to time. Voldemort had deemed that all offspring of
his Death Eaters were to be engaged at once. The thought behind the decision
was due to a rumor circulating around the Ministry about a law that was
supposedly going to be put into effect. The Law essentially outlawed the
marriages between purebloods due to years of inbreeding that had been responsible
for decreasing the magical ability in each generation. Though the Law was still
nothing more than a whisper amongst politicians, Voldemort used the information
to his advantage. He could convince his followers to marry their children to
avoid the law, using the fear of tainting their bloodlines to push his agenda
of creating new followers.

Draco was sure that he heard wrong. He
blinked hard twice as if trying to grasp what was just told to him.

�It has been arranged for you
to wed the daughter of Caleb and Iris Parkinson, Pansy.� Draco pushed back the
bile that threatened to spill from his mouth at the thought of marrying the
Slytherin cow. He only heard bits of conversation for the rest of the evening
as he sat in the study in a daze.

�There will be
rituals�ensuring chastity�ceremonies to take place after graduation.�

Immediately
after the meeting of his father and Voldemort Draco tried to find a way around
his currant situation but instead things seemed to go from bad to worse. His
father had informed him that the binding rituals were to take place on New
Year�s Eve. He was supposed to meet Hermione that night. Hermione, she was his
fianc�e, how was he supposed to get out of marrying Pansy? With Lucius out of
Azkaban Draco wasn�t able to correspond with Hermione like he planned and he
knew that there was no way he would be able to sneak out to be with her. She would be expecting him and he could not go
to her.

New Year�s Eve came about and Draco was
shuffled around all day in preparation for the evening�s rituals. He had still
not been able to contact Hermione and he knew that his heart was breaking. His
mother had come to collect him to leave for the meeting, her downcast eyes
threatened to spill over with tears.

Draco
apparated with Lucius to an unfamiliar clearing in the forest where the rituals
were to be held at. Draco immediately recognized several of his
mates from school, the looks of helplessness in their eyes was not lost on him.
Pansy almost immediately ran to him and flung herself at him smothering him
with kisses. Draco managed to push her away to arms length.

�Draco, isn�t this wonderful? We are finally
going to be married�� Pansy started in on him. Draco gave the dark haired harpy
a look causing her to be silent.

�Mark my words Pansy; I am being forced into
this marriage. I do not love you nor will I ever love you so fucking let me
alone.� He turned and stalked over to where Blaise and a few other friends were
standing discussing anything they could other than why they were there until
the earth shook and Voldemort appeared.

Draco
vaguely remembered anything about the rituals other than they were preformed to
guarantee fidelity until the wedding ensuring that Draco could never be with Hermione again. Another piece of him died that night.

A
day or so after the New Year and Hermione began to write him. At first she was
concerned that something had happened to him and that was the reason he was
unable to meet her. Draco always incinerated her letters after reading them. He
would inhale the parchment as to pick up any trace of her strawberry infused
scent and then burn them as to not leave any evidence for his father to discover.
After a week or so Hermione�s letters became more and more unbearable to read.
He stopped reading them all together choosing instead to toss them directly
into the fire.

Draco had become more despondent as the end
of the holidays drew near. He was going to be able to see Hermione again and
would never again be allowed to touch her. Sure he could look at her still, but
that would be like ripping his heart out; what good was sight if you could
never touch?

Finally it was time to return to Hogwarts
and Draco was dreading everything about it. He shared a dormitory with her.
Everything in the room reminded him of her or something that they shared. Worst
of all was that he had not been able to contact Hermione to tell her about
everything and he never would be able to. Voldemort had made sure that no one who
attended the rituals would be able to talk about what was going on. He would
have to tell her some outrageous lie about how he never loved her and how it
was all one big farce. He hated himself.

Cautiously he opened the door to their dorm
and peered into the living room. Sure enough he saw that Hermione was seated in
one of the chairs facing the fireplace. �Typical Gryffindor,� he briefly
thought before shaking his head, she had every reason to confront him about
this.

�Hermione,� he said softly not wanting to
startle her. Slowly she turned to face him, the trail of tears running down her
face were visible in the firelight.

�What happened to you? I waited and you
never came?� Hermione spoke to him clearly trying not to break down in front of
him. Draco steeled himself, he had to tell her, it was now or never.

�I have decided that we can not continue on
like this anymore.� His voice sounded cold and icy even to his own ears. He saw
Hermione bite her lower lip to keep it from trembling. �I have to do this� was
his mantra. Over and over in his head he kept repeating it. He knew that his
reasoning had to be believable to her or else she would see right through him.

Draco had known through their many
conversations that while Hermione was extremely confident about their
relationship, the issue of pureblood versus muggle was still the only thing
that she was insecure about. Draco decided that this would be the most logical
way for him to go about breaking up with her using her weakness as the final
nail in the coffin.

�I realized that I am a Pureblood and you
are nothing more to me than a filthy Muggle, someone who I could use and toss
aside like a common whore. You aren�t worthy of me or my class and will never
be.�

He knew that his words were cutting through
her heart but she was still refusing to break down in front of him. Silently he
was pleased that she was so strong like he�d always known she was but it still
didn�t excuse the fact that he was the cause of her anguish. Hermione stood up
in front of him and began to twist the engagement ring from her finger. She
held the gleaming ring in her fingers and he reached out to take it, unable to
look into her eyes instead choosing to look over the top of her head. She
hastily pushed past him in a hurry to get to her room. He took one last look at
her as she retreated into her room.

Once Hermione�s door shut he could hear her
lament and he knew that it was his entirely fault. Draco sat in the chair she
had occupied earlier that evening listening to her cry alone in her room. He
could discern her scent on it and feel her warmth. He looked down at the ring
he clutched in his hand and then he threw it into the fire. Sinking back into
the chair with his head in his hands Draco began to cry.

He
had moved out of their dorm the following day and back into the Slytherin tower
following his resignation as Head Boy telling Dumbledore that he could no
longer perform his duties in an effective manor. The truth was he could no
longer be around Hermione. He had still loved her and every now and then their
eyes would meet and had to stop himself from storming up to her and reclaiming
her as his own.

He
had still followed her from time to time, especially right after their split.
He had noticed that she looked like she wasn�t eating or sleeping much. She had
become withdrawn and constantly looked sad. He knew that it was all because of
him. He had made a promise to her one night long ago never to hurt her and he
had failed miserably.

Draco
remembered how Ron and Harry finally got Hermione back to almost her old self.

It was near the end of school, graduation
was approaching which meant his wedding was as well. He remembered seeing her
laughing at something that Pothead had said; it had been ages since he�d seen
her smile it seemed. �She looks beautiful,� he thought to himself. He had
noticed that the Weasel was trying more and more to flirt with her and he hoped
to god that she would never saddle herself with him. She had too much potential
for a guy like him. She would do great things. Draco knew from their past
conversations that she wanted to make a difference once they left Hogwarts.
They had discussed how after they married she wanted to put his fortune to good
use by getting involved with several charities. She had a big heart. The dream
of their perfect life together was shattered. Hermione would move on and make
someone a very lucky man. He would be marrying Pansy much to his dismay and it
would be for life. He would never love her. His heart died the night he broke
Hermione�s.

Two weeks later he graduated with honors
from Hogwarts. Hermione managed to beat him and graduate top of their class. He
was proud of her and wanted so much to let her know. He had tired to say
something to her before she left but as he approached her one last time Weasel
came up to her and pulled her towards some other group of students. Draco was
left standing on the lawn watching Weasel slip his arm around her waist to draw
her near. The scent of strawberries lingered in the air. Not wasting another
minute he apparated home.

The following week Draco Lucian Malfoy
married.
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