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Illusions Of Reality	By : Alexa_Sterling Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11048 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: For Fan fiction. I do not own Harry Potter or the characters. I don't make any money/profit by writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Beginnings
- 2-Nobody
- 3-Scars
- 4-Stares
- 5-Dreams
- 6-Requests
- 1
- 2
- 3
Author Notes:
Hello, Everyone. I have been constantly working on the next chapter! Thank you, everyone, for the dragon prints I'm elated. Please review. What ever on your mind type away. I'm more than eager to read them! Have fun. Nothing more to say! Except that you people have been amazingly supportive and I love you all! THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH.
Love,
Alex.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Harry Potter is all the property of J.K. Rowling. I'm just playing with her characters. I do not make any profit with this fan fiction.
Chapter 2: Nobody
1st September 1998, Tuesday, 8:05 P.M, Prefects' Compartment, Hogwarts Express, Station: Unknown.
When I opened my eyes, there was a faint glow. Probably Lumos. I was very relieved. No more darkness. No more voices. No more dizzy spells. I was eternally grateful. My head felt blissfully blank. I felt relaxed after what seemed like months. I looked around taking in my surroundings. I had to screw up my eyes and stare into space for few very long moments before the wave of realisation hit me.
Where is he? And ..Blimey! Did I faint? What the bloody buggering hell! I sat up startled, knocking off something that fell on the floor of the Prefects' compartment with a resounding clank of metal.
"Aaaah" I heard a startled gasp and swiftly moved around towards the source of the sound. It was him. His shiny platinum blonde hair seemed to grow out and was now falling over forehead as he sat up on the bench. He looked somewhere between a person who just rolled out of bed and thoroughly shagged. I couldn't exactly take my eyes off him or talk anything. He was cradling his head in his hands and it seemed like he was panting. When had Draco Malfoy gotten this hot?
"Fuck! Granger, can't you be a little low?" He cursed. I didn't even open my mouth to reply anything.
"What? Why are you looking at me like I'm some Ghoul?" He asked lifting his head and staring back at me.
"You are him," I said suddenly. Harry .. Harry said he would be back. He is back. I couldn't speak as memories came rushing to me. The reason, Ron said, for which I was going back to Hogwarts .. No...
"I'm what?" He asked. He waited patiently for several moments before he finally stretched. He had grown. Gone was the pale, reedy ferret. Before me was 6 feet embodiment of pure stealth and muscle. My mouth went dry as I saw him stretch and flex his muscles under his sleek black robes that did not do any justice to hug those perfect pectorals or those strong thighs .. Wait ...what?
"Granger? Don't fucking pass out on me again, I'm telling you. I don't fancy you wrinkling my robes again" he warned, now standing up.
I was too busy fantasising about his thighs that I almost didn't hear him. What in the name of Merlin's saggy pants is wrong with me? This is Draco Malfoy. Draco Fucking Malfoy. And why am I wondering how he will look underneath his robes? He will always remain the foul loathsome evil little cockroach. Yes, I have my issues with him. I can't actually deal with those right now .. but this is extreme. Why am I even thinking about this?
"How long was I out?" I croaked finally.
"What? No angry retort? No quirky comments? Miss goody two shoes is still with us is it?" He taunted.
"Don't make me repeat myself, Malfoy," I told him with a stern glare.
"Back to Malfoy is it now? Before you passed out.." He stopped and gave me a look I couldn't decipher. "Probably an hour ago... You were moaning my name .. Draco... Draco and fawning all over me? What happened to that minx huh?" He said with a devilish smirk. If I wasn't this bloody embarrassed .. I would I definitely remarked he looked fan- fucking-tastically sexy. That's it. I have lost my mind.
"Why are you this cheerful?" I looked around. We were trapped. It stopped raining as well. It was evident. Why would Draco Malfoy, The pure blood extraordinaire sit with me, breathing the same air as Potter's muggle born?
"Why shouldn't I be?" He asked narrowing his eyes.
"You are trapped," I said. When he raised an eyebrow. "With me" I added. When he gave no answer I asked.
"Aren't you disgusted?" I asked. It sounded wrong to me as well.
"You sound like you are encouraging me to feel this is disgusting," He remarked. I opened my mouth to retort when he cut me off.
"Don't misunderstand me. I'm disgusted at this. In fact, I want to have a bath and throw my clothes away after this. But, right now, I have no choice but to look at that bushy head of yours, Beaver. The door is locked shut. And I can't seem to open it with any damn spell, So until and unless someone rescues us we are stuck. Though I can now proudly say I like Granger with her mouth shut, fainted and the gears in her head not turning. It's bloody peaceful." He said smoothly.
"You haven't changed a bit," I said shaking my head. He has. I knew. He didn't call me that horrible word since he saw me. He actually was helping me out. I suppose he was the one who lifted me up from the floor and made me sleep on the seat and even had the decency to throw a blanket on me. I never saw this day coming. Draco Malfoy was being nice to a muggle born.
"Why? SO that you could profess your undying love for me and fall over me again? Tell me, Granger, Why did you call me with my given name? I know I'm sexy and irresistible... But you could call me Malfoy as well? Did my name make your legs weak? Do I make you swoon? Because the rate at which you were throwing yourself at me, I'm lucky you didn't rip my clothes off" He said smirking again.
"I'm not interested in ripping your clothes off Malfoy. It is disgusting." I snapped. Why is he this bloody cheerful again? It was starting to get on my nerves.
"WHY?" He asked. It was my turn to smirk.
"Why? My my .. You sound disappointed to me Malfoy." I took a jab at him.
"Disappointed? My ass." He grunted. "Besides, I know you can't wait to throw your pure virginal self at me!" He said. "Isn't The Gryffindor princess the Ice Princess?" He asked smirking.
"I'm not Gryffindor Princess. .Wait... WHAT?" I sputtered.
"Tsk Tsk. I asked if you are still the prudish book worm of Hogwarts as pure as snow cause no boy dares to even approach you. Well, now you've comprehending difficulties as well? You don't you consult St. Mungo's Loony bin. Take that Lovegood girl as well. As far as I know, you won't find yourselves alone. Who's that? Yes. Longbottom! Aren't Longbottom's parents there as well? Nice company you have" He jeered. I lost my control. I whipped out my wand marched to him.
"HOW DARE YOU?"I bellowed. He looked mildly amused. That's it.
"Flippendo" I screeched and Malfoy was thrown against the wall of the compartment. Before he could take out his wand. I was faster and jabbed my wand against his throat.
"One move and I will kill you" I threatened.
"You can try," He said with a sarcastic laugh. "The War Hero Hermione Granger can't kill anyone" He sneered narrowing his eyes at me. He didn't even look scared. I pressed my wand against him hard.
"Yeah? Try me" I challenged. He laughed again much to my chagrin.
"Definitely in the Loony Bin Granger. Don't you realise who you are threatening? One spell and I could show you an eternity of suffering" He said in a cold voice. That was unlike Malfoy. This wasn't normal for him and judging by his expression he wasn't lying either. He didn't attack me not because he couldn't. He didn't because he just didn't want to.
"How dare you stand here and laugh at it like it's nothing? Hasn't the war taught you anything?" I asked. His expression darkened.
"I don't find someone like you worthy of my time. I have no obligation to answer you either" He snapped.
"You are a Pig," I said disgustedly.
"Watch it" He snarled.
"You are. When you are insensitive to anyone's suffering! You don't know anything about me or Luna. And you have absolutely no right to talk about Neville's parents" I seethed.
"It's not my fault they are crazy" He retaliated. And my control snapped.
"It. All. Your. Bloody. Fault" I said punctuating each word with a deep breath trying to control myself.
"How so? Care to explain?" He said monotonously.
"It was her. IT WAS HER WHO TORTURED THEM. You and your sick family. That crazy woman destroyed lives of many people and you don't even bat an eye. Yes, How will you? You are her own flesh and blood. Blood is important to you, isn't it? It's her blood that runs in your veins. How can I expect you to be different? You aren't just a death eater Malfoy. YOU ARE A MONSTER. YOU AND YOUR FAMILY" I spat.
He stared at me hard with cold unforgiving stormy grey eyes and I raised my chin in defiance. I was about to cast a painful jinx on him when his eyes widened.
"What—" I was about to ask when he yelled "Duck!" and pulled me with him in a fluid motion on the floor flat knocking my breath away. There was a thundering explosion and the sound of glass breaking. Malfoy enveloped me in his arms and rolled over me. I closed my eyes and then there was a blinding flash and Malfoy's pained gasps. When it ended I opened my eyes and felt Malfoy's warm breath, in short, laboured gasps on my neck sending shivers down my spine.
"Are you okay?" He asked for the second time today. His voice sounded strained.
"I .. I'm fine. What.. what was that?" I asked detaching myself from him and sprawling on the floor beside him panting and adrenaline coursing through my veins.
"I don't have any fucking idea" He breathed out and stood up surveying everything. I sat up on my elbows trying to adjust to the sudden light. He extended his hand in a very gentlemanly gesture. I scowled at him and stood up on my own.
Then what I saw blew me away. The tinted window of the compartment was completely shattered, the glass splinters were everywhere. The moon light shone illuminating the compartment. It didn't have the usual seats. Just two wide seats and lot of empty space.
There were two blankets on each seat everything was covered in fine glass powder. But it didn't shock me. Behind us, on the very wall, I cornered Malfoy, There was a symbol. An odd head wear, probably a battle helmet or a mask I couldn't say. It was intricately carved and was set on fire. The black, yellow, red and orange mixing into each other and creating a fearsome picture to behold. The symbol burned brighter and brighter and suddenly faded. Words appeared on the wall.
Caution from the Beyond. We will be watching you.
And then words faded slowly. But my panic didn't. I was shell shocked. It was like the 2nd year. When the chamber was opened. We won the war! What is this?
"What .. What is happening?" I asked as the train shook suddenly and the lights started flickering again. I stumbled and Malfoy caught me in a flash.
"The train has started." He stated stonily staring outside. It had. The lights didn't return. I stood there shaken trying to decipher what the hell is going on.
"Who is this Beyond? Do you know anything?" I asked. He shook his head still staring outside.
"No." He said curtly and paused. "Granger, Don't speak about this to anyone" He warned. I choked.
"What? We were attacked and threatened Malfoy. We need to report this!" I cried.
"Just drop that Miss Goody two shoes attitude for a second and think. It is wise to be left like this. This is not right. Trust me" He snapped.
"Yeah, I will trust you when the hell freezes over Malfoy" I retorted.
"Can't you just pay attention for a second? Whoever it was, Didn't want to kill us. It was to hurt and threaten. This compartment, It was meant for someone else. Not us... See this. It's not how Prefects' compartment is. Someone else was supposed to be travelling with us" He said. It made sense.
"The threat wasn't meant for both of us as well. It was for either of us or none. It makes no sense" He said lost in thought.
"But it would be foolish not to report this," I said.
"Listen to me this time Granger. Whoever this is supposed for might be an ally or foe. We have no idea. So get this straight .. Shut up and sit for this time. Let me once look into this. If something else goes wrong you can go running to McGonagall like a cat whose tail is on fire" He told me coldly.
"One chance Malfoy." I agreed though I had no idea why I'm trusting this snake.
"Very well then," He said and moved forward to sit on the only seat which was largely unscathed.
I lifted my wand and concentrated. I needed to send a Patronus to Ginny and others. I always had trouble with this spell. Since the war, things only worsened.
I tried to conjure up my favourite memories. Times with Harry and Ron, in the Burrow with the Weasleys, With my parents, Nothing wasn't working. I tried harder.
"Just what are you trying to do Granger? You look like you have a dung bomb under your nose" Malfoy sneered and that's it. His voice was the trigger. The memories came rushing to me like a Typhoon. The war; anything and everything I feared. All the things I dreaded. My screams, echoing laughter. Wide, pained grey eyes. I hit the ground with a resonating thud sinking to the floor as my knees went limp as the voices returned with a vengeance.
"What the fuck!" Malfoy swore and rushed to me. Why was he even helping me? What is wrong with him? What is wrong with everything?
"Bloody Hell! Granger!!! .Don't you dare faint!" He snapped.
"I .. I'm not collapsing Malfoy" I whispered in pain and he came forward and knelt by me and steadied me.
"What is the matter with you? Haven't you been feeding properly and sitting with books all day long?" He asked.
"I'm fine" I croaked.
"Fine my ass," He said and swiftly caught hold of my wrist with the intent of pulling me up. And I flinched. The voices stopped. Fuck! How is this happening?
"Granger?" He asked and dragged me to the seat and made me sit. His shook me for a moment and stared at me.
"Respond Damn it!" He yelled not releasing my wrist. It was clear. My brain wasn't foggy.
"Expecto Patronum" I yelled and a silver otter burst out from the tip of my wand. Beside me, Malfoy stiffened.
"Tell Ginny and others I'm safe but stuck. I will be back as soon as possible" I whispered and my otter jumped around sometimes and left.
"I'm fine Malfoy .." I assured him.
"Tell me? Are you going to faint again?" He asked.
"No. I would like to rest for a while though" I told feeling drowsy. Magic was costing me too much energy. It was unusual.
"I was resting when you woke me up by throwing whatever that was!" He snapped.
"Well, rest then" I mumbled and pulled the blanket over me and snuggling against the solid wall or something in my haze. I needed rest. My body was screaming with exhaustion. It always happened like this. Since, since that day. Every single bit of magic started draining me. Triggers always made me sleep. It made me disoriented. It was only a few hours before I woke up screaming.
"What— " Malfoy started but I had already drifted off.
1st September 1998, Tuesday, 9:54 P.M, Prefects' Compartment, Hogwarts Express, 30 Km from Hogsmeade station.
I woke up to screeching and jerks. I hadn't slept like this in a year. Oh, my... It was the best sleep. It felt too comfortable. The seat wasn't supposed to be this soft. I snuggled close and as soon as I was hit with the sandalwood aroma I was jolted awake.
I fell asleep in his arms. His hand was over my shoulders and my head rested on his broad sculpted chest. Merlin. His chin rested on my hair and he appeared to be sleeping as well. The blanket was spread on both of us. And heaven forbids, it felt so incredible. Even before I could stop staring and move away from him, there was a loud screech and the cabin door burst open and showed many faces. I heard startled gasps, shocked squeals and disgusted grunts.
"GET AWAY FROM HER" Neville bellowed and strangely looked like he was facing Voldemort again.
"Expelliarmus" Yelled Ginny, Neville and who I think was Dean, and suddenly Malfoy was flung across the compartment and I ended up on the floor.
"WHAT?" Malfoy woke up seeing around alarmed. His expression was something of an extreme pain and he looked like he had split his lip.
"HOW DARE YOU EVEN GO NEAR HER!" Neville yelled and went on to attack Malfoy when I got up in a flash and flung myself before Malfoy with my arms stretched to my sides.
"What in the devil's name is going on here?" I asked furiously.
"He was .." Neville said gulping. Before he could even finish Ginny came charging like a bull.
"He was about to hurt you! What are you doing with the likes of him?" She screeched and was being held back by Dean.
"We were trapped. And keep it down both of you. You are making a scene. I will explain later" I said. No matter how much of an arse he was, He still helped me today. Which was odd.
"You both were sleeping snuggled like kittens! Isn't that enough to make a scene?" Ginny spat. I flinched. She broke free of Dean's hold and started moving towards Malfoy who looked ready to kill.
"Ginevra Molly Weasley, Take one more step it won't be good. STOP! He didn't harm me! I'm extremely fine! Ginny.. PUT THAT WAND DOWN!" I said pulling her away. I'm no fan of Malfoy. He wasn't to blame now. I didn't have the slightest idea of what he was doing here.
"Are you sure he didn't do anything?" Ginny asked angrily.
"Not a scratch Ginny. Stop it!" I reasoned.
"I will take your word for it. Now let's go" She said calming down.
"But .." I said turning back to Malfoy who was now wiping the blood off his chin and wincing clutching his head.
"But what?" Ginny asked.
"He is hurt .. We can't just leave him like that," I said.
"His Slytherin friends are on their way here," Neville said.
"But..." I said
"Are you seriously going stay here and help this spineless bastard rather than come with us?" Ginny questioned sharply.
"I .." I faltered.
"Hermione! We need you! One of the students is hurt! Hit with some jinx. He is bleeding badly! Come! You too Ginny!" Said Seamus running to us and panting. His hands seemed coated with blood and he looked horror stricken.
"But .. Malfoy!" I said again.
"Come! Now! The situation is going out of hands!" Seamus cried.
I looked at Malfoy who was staring at me with the unreadable expression again. He was unbelievably kind to me today, though he had his moments. His grey eyes were piercing me. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I can't just leave him here.
"Come on," Ginny said dragging me with her. I stared at him helplessly. He stood up finally, stumbling a bit and I almost jerked off from Ginny's grip on my arm.
He met my eyes and gave a curt nod and that 'I don't give a fuck' smirk. Neville gave a disgusted grunt. But I knew that Malfoy was putting up the facade. I did it every day. The Malfoy I knew would have killed everyone present in the room by now. He would have retaliated, lashed out, Hell even fought back. This one just shrugged and accepted this treatment.Then I knew Malfoy had really changed. The War had broken Draco Malfoy as well. Nobody was left unmarred. I thought. And I had no idea why this was bothering me. But when Ginny finally managed to drag me out, That moment I swear what I saw in eyes was .. Longing.
End Notes:
Well .. this is it then. Thanks for reading everyone. The dragon prints and reviews are keeping me alive !! THANK YOU
Love,
Alex.
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