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Jekyll and Hyde or Beauty and the Beast	By : snapeswife Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: Ok so here is chapter 2 finally. Thanks to a good bought of stress and getting sick I decided to not do NaNoWriMo this year. Do not fear, I am going to continue my story, but thanks to complications that have arisen as of late, I might not be able to post as much as I want to. However , whether or not I can physically post, I shall be working on the story still so I will most likely be posting multiple chapters at once and of more than one story. I hope that you like it, and please review! It makes me want to write so much more knowing that people are enjoying the story, and any I am always grateful for input :D Love you guys!

Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own anything other than the wickedly twisted plot I have instore, Lindsay McAdams, and Professor Gregory. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Crying Ain’t Dying

As curfew passed and the night grew later Hermione never returned to the dorm. She sat in the astronomy tower, her legs hanging over the edge of a window’ contemplating the fall. Knowing quite well that at any moment someone could walk in a fond her, somehow could stop her, and she needed to end this pain. A cool breeze blew her hair, and she closed her eyes to it, remembering the touch of his hand on her face, the feel of skin on skin.

I can’t do this anymore, I can’t handle this pain. Ronald, I’m coming, hold on love, I’m coming. She didn’t stand; instead she just scooted her bottom to the edge of the stone and looked behind her. The door had opened and someone was stepping through, and just as the last bit of her was inching off did she see the shocked face of Draco Malfoy her wand lying on the cool stone still as she freely fell.

As she fell, Hermione truly let go, her body turned so she horizontal with the ground, she fell faster and faster, and got closer to the ground in front of her, release ever so close. She didn’t hear the pop, all she felt were the arms around her waist and the obvious feeling of apparition.

Hermione Jean Granger let out a scream, one of not frustration but fury. She had almost dine it so very close, was she, to the release that she craved so very very much. As Hermione and Draco landed back in the Astronomy Tower Hermione shifted herself and began to strike at Draco.

“You couldn’t just let me go could you? You couldn’t just let me die could you? No you couldn’t, you’re just a selfish bastard just like you were before…” Her words stopped, as the tears began to fall and she turned away to whisper. “Before you broke me.”

Draco walked the few steps between them and placed his hands on her shoulders, turning her to him he pulled her into his arms, into a warm embrace. “You know why I did what I had to do dearest, it’s not because my regard for you had ever faltered, because it never shall, there was a war to be fought; I had my duties to my family, and you to your friends. We talked about this, before it all even happened, Hermione.” He leaned and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

Hermione pushed him away and cried harder. “Don’t you dare act like you even gave a damn about me! I told you about my feelings and you pushed me away from you, and then you were gone. I was alone with Ron and Harry looking for Horcrux’s fighting this war, your master , while you were here in school. Yet, here you stand, still the high and mighty Malfoy. After everything we have had, all the feelings between us, how can you still be so cold, so heartless?”

Draco turned, moving away from her, a look of hurt on his face, for just a moment, before the mask came back down. “Yes, that’s right. I am, I am the heartless bastard that cares for no one and nothing. I’m just the one who saved your life and was stupid enough to be the only one who seems to even give a damn about you!” He ran a hand though his now shorter hair, but it was still parted to the side, although not slicked down, giving him an `I don’t care’ look. “

“Hermione after all we had, the feelings I had for you, and you really think that I would let you end it like that? You may not care for me anymore but I refuse to just forget everything we had. The Yule Ball, all those nights we had in Room of requirement, and so quickly you forget Hermione, I saved you from my Aunt. I didn’t let her kill you like she wanted to. Gods Hermione, I-I..” Then he was gone, he didn’t finish his tirade, he didn’t yell anymore, he didn’t scream anymore, he was just gone and Hermione crumpled once again.

He was right, they had had something, but he had ended it before they had even had a chance. Everyone had thought that she and Ron had been so close to a relationship then, but that’s not how their relationship was. Ronald was her best friend, he knew all of her secrets, Ronald had been all that had stood between Hermione and death on multiple occasions, and the thing that hurt the most is the secret that they had both carried, but one that she could never bring herself to regret.

Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxo

Hermione stayed on the floor of the Astronomy tower and sat there, she had no more tears to cry, nothing more to say or do; instead she sat inside herself, her arms wrapped around her knees as thought of the past. Things between them had begun simply, in detention, during their Fourth year. It had been another spat of theirs in Potions, but this one had resulted in a cauldron exploding. As a result Professor Snape had made them clean potion from the shelves, desks, and other things that had been coated in the gelatinous goo.

Draco and Hermione had argued, fought, and fussed until Hermione had found herself pressed against a wall in Draco’s arms. Their hot and steamy kisses had been the beginning of a whirlwind romance that had surprised them both, but neither of them ended it, instead they kept it a secret. Hermione would say that she was going to go meet Viktor, or that she was going to the Library, Draco would make some excuse for his friends, but he could do as he pleased truly; he was after all, a Malfoy. They would meet in the room of requirement in a flurry of clothes and kisses, ending only when they both lay sated and happy.

Hermione had fallen blatantly, blindly for Draco, and they had kept it a secret, ensuring not only her safety and reputation but his as well. Their banter became a sort of sport, with both of them hiding their laughter as they fought. In their fifth year when Hermione was injured she received few visitors in the hospital wing, Harry and Ron were the most common that she saw of course. Draco would never visit her, but each morning when she awoke, a note would be under her pillow and the memory of a soft kiss on her forehead would remain.

Draco loved her, well he had, she knew that much because he had confessed it to her the night that he crashed Slughorn’s party, but it had been their ending as well. He said that he had to protect her, that she would only be in more danger if it was ever found out that they were tied. With bitter tears and anger, she called him a prat, stating that he could never love anything more than himself and that he was embarrassed that she reciprocated his feelings. All of it had been a mistake, well that’s what she told herself when she cried at night; that her tears were not for the empty feeling that possessed her, no, they couldn’t be, they were for the regret of what she had done.

Then Ronald was put in the Hospital wing for his poisoning, and everything with Lavender happened. Everyone assumed that she and Ron were now dating, the worst part was when Ronald told her he loved her, she didn’t have the heart to tell him no. How could she tell him that she loved Draco Malfoy? How could she tell one of her best friends that she loved someone who had made their life a living hell for so long?

It wasn’t until after Dumbledore’s death, until after Bill and Fleur’s wedding that Hermione had told them both, until the three of them were gone and on their own that she confessed it all. She had broken down one night when Ron had tried to make a move on her and confessed to him that she wasn’t a virgin, and of course, in a fit of anger he had assumed it was Harry and left. Harry had walked off on his own in his own anger leaving Hermione alone in the tent. She had never hated herself so much, but then something wonderful had happened.

They both came back, they weren’t mad at her, they were mad at themselves for not being able to see it, and they forgave her. It was the end of Hermione and Ron of course, but it brought them closer in the end. The rest of the war seemed like blur for Hermione, her capture and torture and rescue by Draco. The break in of Gringotts, and the final battle where Ronald had fallen; no one had expected any of it to happen, let alone Hermione. There were often times where she hated Ronald for his sacrifice, times where she hated Draco for saving her. She had needed something, someone to pull her out of it, and right maybe this was just what she needed.

Finally, Hermione stood, and walked slowly through the school, it was almost half past three when she reached her room again and saw Draco huddled on the couch. He still cared for her and had waited up for her, she smiled a little and walked soundlessly into her room, her warm bed calling to her. No need for a dreamless sleep potion this night, she fell straight to sleep, dreaming only of running after white blonde hair, and grey eyes.

Xoxoxoxoxoxoxox

“Granger! Granger! Wake the bloody hell up!” Hermione sat up at the voice calling to her, someone was pounding on her door, it was Draco. “Hermione get up, we are going to be late for breakfast!” He yelled at her through the wood of the door before a loud bang sounded and her door flew open. Draco seemingly floated into the room, the Slytherin green still striking against the black. “I have been beating at your door for almost twenty bloody minutes, now get your arse out of that bed and let’s go before we are late!” He said before leaving the room slamming the door behind him.

“Twit.” Hermione muttered beneath her breath but still she climbed from the bed and went into her private bathroom. She had no time for a long hot bath, so she opted for a short but scalding shower, washing the important parts and getting out. Her hair she treated with a potion she had discovered over the summer. It tamed her wild curls and made them silky and smooth. Her hair was almost to her backside by now and she loved the length, putting it into a side plait she let the long brown hair fall over her shoulder and pulled on her Gryffindor robes. Finished getting ready, she grabbed her black and red outer robe and threw it on, running out the portrait just as Draco exited.

“What is your problem?!” She asked Draco once she had finally caught up with him.

“I don’t have an issue Granger, obviously, it is you who has one. Or did you fail to remember that we have to sign up for our classes today. They added a few new classes which are available for us to take instead of just the same things. I had planned on waking up early and signing up for the classes I want; but seeing as you took forever to get up, I most likely will not get them.” He said no more, storming off through the halls leaving Hermione to walk slowly through the halls numbly.

Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

“Miss Granger, I am afraid that due to the lateness of your arrival that there was only one class left to sign up for, so it is already on your timetable. It is taught by our new Muggle Studies Professor, whom you have already become acquainted with.”

“Yes, that’s Professor Ingrid Gregory, correct?” Hermione asked softly, doing her best to disguise any sign that something might be wrong in her voice.

Minerva nodded softly before raising an eyebrow at the former star pupil. “Yes, you are correct. Very few students have signed up for her classes and I believe that according to you timetables you are one of the few to get one on one class with her. I know not of what you will exactly be doing though. She tends to keep it quite secret, al she tells me and the board is that her lessons will work with the students inner hidden talents. Well, away with you now, we both had duties and our breakfasts are waiting.” She patted Hermione on the shoulder softly and walked past her to the Head table.

Looking down at the parchment in her hand Hermione sighed; her lessons with Professor Gregory were her first lesson and they started soon, although they weren’t the full class times Hermione knew she would find ample things to do in her free period. Moving to the Gryffindor table Hermione sat a few seats from Ginny, Lavender, and the Patil sisters. They watched her but neither of them said anything or waved, Hermione never made eye contact with them, but as she ate Hermione could feel their eyes on her, hear their whispers and then sudden loud laughter. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on, but rather than say anything to them Hermione ate in secluded silence, reading over her time table.

She stared at the parchment as if it would change things, as if her classes would suddenly change because she willed it to. She had her class with Professor Gregory first, and after almost two free periods she had Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology, Magical creatures, and History of Magic. The classes of course changed every day, as they always had. In reality, this looked as if it would be one of her easier years, although all of her classes were NEWT level, there was no doubt in her mind that she could handle it.

Finishing off her last bit of toast and juice Hermione stood slowly, gathered her things, and made her way to the fifth floor classroom that seemed suddenly so ominous.
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