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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: I would like to thank all of my readers. Be ye on AFF, AO3, or even FF.net for being patient with me. Updates should be coming much more regularly now that I am past my writers block. The song from this chapter is The Lonely by Christina Perri and can be found on Youtube, Pandora, and Spotify.

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The week of Halloween came and almost every single female was caught in the whirlwind that came when a ball was near, well every girl that was except for Hermione. She had been listening to the female Prefects giggle and fuss, discussing who they thought would have the best hairstyle or the best gowns, who was going with whom, hell even discussing if Harry, and Neville would be there.

Of course, as no shock to really anyone, Hermione had not been asked. She had made no plans to go, instead she had planned to stay in her dorm, and work on projects and study for her upcoming Charms NEWT exam. The Headmistress had suggested that she take a few of the exams early because she was taking so many NEWT classes, it would free up her time to study for others as well as to be able to do any independent study that she had the wish to do.

The Monday before the ball Headmistress McGonagall and Professor Vector called Hermione to the headmistress’ office. It was during a free period that she now had thanks to no longer having to attend her Charms lessons. With a nervous stomach and a questionably heavy heart Hermione gave the password, and once the Gargoyle had jumped aside, she ascended the stairs, and entered the office. The door had been left open for her, but she knocked politely anyway before she entered anyhow.

“Oh, Hermione, you got here at the perfect time. Professor Vector and I were just discussing the ball. I saw on the ledger that you weren’t going, or that no one had bought a ticket as your date; so you have been assigned the last remaining chaperone slot. I do hope you don’t mind dear, but you will have to dress for the ball. It is a Masque this year so please, do dress appropriately.”

Hermione’s mouth opened and closed like that of a fish, she fought to find an argument against the headmistress but was unable to do so. After a few moments of staying silent Hermione sighed and walked over to the desk where the ledger lay, she signed her name in her neat and even signature and turned to face the older women.

“I will do as you ask Headmistress, but I have no money for a costume or a gown, so I will have to transfigure some of my older robes. That is unless you would be willing to help me,” Hermione blushed heavily. “I would be willing to do work for the school; I know some work is needed to the Owlery as well greenhouses. I could always make time in my weekend and evening schedules.” She shrugged slightly. “No one needs to study for a full weekend anyway.”

Minerva smiled softly and shook her head gently. “No need to worry child, I wouldn’t dream of asking one of the Golden Trio to do such a thing.” She pulled a small pouch from her robes and handed them to Hermione. “Madam Malkin is expecting you, take my Floo it will lead you there. We will cover your Patrols and I will send messages to your classes and let them know you will not be there. I know you read a few days ahead generally. Your class work will be waiting on your desk when you return.”

Without saying a word Hermione stepped through to the fire threw in her powder and was gone in a flash of green flames.

Madam Malkin’s was alight when Hermione arrived, the store was empty except for the busy bustling woman who making herself busy behind the counter. Hermione approached slowly, her hands were wringing themselves, almost of their own volition.

“E-excuse me… I-I was sent by Professor McGonagall. She sent me to see about a masque costume..?” The last part of her sentence disappeared as the woman turned around and smiled at her. She recognized the face, but it was somehow different, younger but still different. Hermione tilted her head to the right allowing her unruly chestnut brown curls to fall to the side some.

Laughing a little the woman came around from behind the counter and looped her arm through Hermione’s. “I am Madam Malkin’s youngest daughter, I look the most like her, which is why you will think I look so much like her.” Pulling Hermione along the woman stood her on the dais and withdrew her wand. “I was told that this is for a masque, keeping that in mind I have a few ideas, nothing too radical. I was given a description of your personality and what house you were in so I decided to go with what they gave me. I will show you a few ideas and we will work on the one that you like the most. Alight?” The woman’s smoothed back brown hair had sprung loose from its holding, her round glasses gave her an odd expression in the eyes, but the crystal blue eyes showed Hermione kindness, after giving the woman a nod Hermione faced the mirror slowly.

Ms. Malkin pulled her wand from her robes and made a few elegant, but elaborate flourishes, and after a few adjustments was proud of what stood before her. Gone were Hermione’s faded and bland school robes. She now stood in a floor length golden gown with black and red accent’s, the top was a tightly synched corset that left nothing to the imagination, the rest of the gown clung to her in shimmering waves of fabric.

Hermione turned red in anger, then in mortification. “Excuse me, but whose description of me did you take?” She asked softly, not letting her emotions show in her voice.

Ms. Malkin looked up at Hermione, her wand tip was pensively tapping her lips. “Lavender Brown’s, she was in here today, and was kind enough to describe you. Why, is there a problem dear?” She asked softly.

“Just a small one; I’m afraid that the account of my personality that was given to you was not true. “ She motioned to the dress. “This is not something that I would wear, and it definitely does not fit my personality. I could never be this immodest; in fact I am quite the opposite. I believe that this was just another personal attack due to recent events, but if you would be patient enough I believe that we can fix this mess.” Her teeth came out to bite her lip softly and the woman smiled broadly.

“Dearie, if you are having issues with someone, I believe I know just the gown that will put their knickers in a twist and set them into a jealous fire that will ignite their overdone hair.”

Something told Hermione that this might not be so bad after all.

Hermione went to her Music Theory class the next day with a smile on her face. She was looking forward to the ball now, she knew she would have more than a few jaws dropping. Miss Malkin had also give her a tonic for her hair to help with the extremity that her had reached with its frizz, which she had thought about using in the shower before she went to breakfast, but she had slept so well that she had lingered in her bed just a little bit too long. It had left her with only ten minutes for a shower and time to eat before her class. So instead of letting the curls run wild, she wore it back in a simple side French braid, letting her long brown hair fall over her shoulder.

She pushed the thought of using it off and decided to go to the prefects’ bathroom that night for a long hot soak. Professor Gregory had just opened the door to her classroom when Hermione reached it. She smiled at the professor, and stepped inside so she could shut the door. As always, Hermione placed her things on the table by the door and headed to the stool near the piano and other various musical instruments that were there. This time was different. Today Hermione held parchment in her hands.

“Professor I was wondering, I have been working more on my personal compositions like you asked me to do, and I have an Idea for a song. I even wrote the music to it, but I want to know what you think. I can sing it for you. I thought about it being one of my recital songs. It is a bit different from my other songs, a great bit darker actually than the other things I have written. “

Professor Gregory walked to Hermione and took the papers from Hermione’s hand and looked it over, her eyes lingering over the lyrics more than the words. “I assume this was written more towards someone than just written?” She asked an eyebrow rose softly before she smiled. “Shall I play or shall you?”

Hermione smiled, took the papers from the older woman and sat on the piano bench. After a few moments of warming up her fingers Hermione was ready and Professor Gregory charmed the rest of the instruments to follow along with Hermione. The melody started softly, manly just the piano until Hermione’s voice rose clear as bell to echo through the room.

Two am; where do I begin,

Crying off my face again.

The silent sound of loneliness

Wants to follow me to bed.
I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most.

I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well.
Dancing slowly in an empty room,

Can the lonely take the place of you?

I sing myself a quiet lullaby.

Let you go and let the lonely in

To take my heart again.

Hermione played a small interlude, and worked on the wording a little bit on the next part, when she was pleased she began to play once more.

Too afraid to go inside

For the pain of one more loveless night.

But the loneliness will stay with me

And hold me til I fall asleep.
I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most.

I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well.
Dancing slowly in an empty room,

Can the lonely take the place of you?

I sing myself a quiet lullaby.

Let you go and let the lonely in

To take my heart again.
Broken pieces of

A barely breathing story

Where there once was love

Now there's only me and the lonely.
Dancing slowly in an empty room

Can the lonely take the place of you?

I sing myself a quiet lullaby

Let you go and let the lonely in

To take my heart again.

Hermione played with conviction, the hair on her whole body seemed to be standing on end all but her hair. She shivered as emotions ran through her that had needed to be released for so long, and were finally dissipating. Her hatred, her sadness, hell even her numbness had all faded until she barely noticed them all. The more she played and sang, the better she felt, the more she was able to let go of all that made her hate not only herself, but all of those around her; except for Malfoy.

No matter how hard she had tried, Hermione could not make herself stop hating Draco; not just for what had happened between them, but afterwards. She could never forget the looks he had given her inside Malfoy Manor. As she lay on the floor being tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange, with him watching, Draco had ended it all, made her stop, but only by bringing down the chandelier around them.

That image still haunted Hermione’s dreams, the tortured look on his face, but he never came to her. They had their own ways of communication, even back then, but nothing broke her heart more, than when she felt that small connection that they had had sever. It had dissolved into emptiness, and it had consumed Hermione.

Lifting her eyes from the piano Hermione sighed, and bit her lip. “Shall I play it again?” The professor had moved to the stool and was sitting quietly, her arms wrapped around herself. She said nothing; instead she nodded before falling once more into her own thoughts.

Hermione played through a few more times, editing and taking directions, adding lighter notes here, moving longer sections and adding a bridge. By the time the class had finished both witches were pleased with the class.

“Things are not always what they seem are they Hermione?” The question shocked Hermione and it took her a moment to reply.

“Not always, people see only what they want to see, or in certain cases what people allow them to see. Most people are so caught up in their own problems and issues to realize what is really going with those around them. Have you noticed that since the war everyone hides their own pain? They pretend that things are much better than they are,” She paused and let out a long , heavy sigh. “It is only those of us who refuse to have no one to hide behind anymore that have the issues. It is we few, we sad, sad few who are unlucky enough to lose everyone and everything that are noticed and chastised for it.”

The older woman shook her head. “No, not that, I mean how people can hide secrets, how people can hide who and what they are. Everyone just thought of you as the brain of the trio, but you are so much more than that. You are just a lost child, and despite what you have been through, you just seem to need your friends. Yet even then you have to ask yourself, which are your true friends, and which were just your friends because of Harry.” She shook her head sadly.

“I need not ask myself because I already know. When Ron died the truth was revealed to me. I lost everything, everyone when the war ended, but I survive, I keep going. The truth will come out eventually, and they will come out eventually and they will all hate me, or love me for it.”

The woman shook her head confused, but before she could ask Hermione what she meant the door opened and the next student came in. With a small wave Hermione left the room, despite the odd conversation with Professor Gregory Hermione felt like she was lighter than she had been in months.

That night at dinner Ginny sat down beside Hermione, much to her chagrin. She held in the exasperated sigh that fought to be released and instead concentrated on her food and the book that was beside her plate. At length, she moved her eyes from her book and severed herself some more ham, potatoes, and a roll; when she turned back to her plate a small note sat on the page folded up.

Hermione,

I hope that you can forgive my foolishness, hatred, and rudeness towards you in the past months. In my mourning I was too blind to see that you did care for Ron, and that it was none of my business what your relationship was with him nor why. I have already spoken to Padma, Lavender, and the rest of the girls, and they will no longer be giving you a hard time. I know this is odd, but Draco Malfoy cornered me in the Library and explained it all to me.

Did you really sleep with him? Is he any good in bed? Harry isn’t that great, but I know he will improve in time, or at least I hope. Luna, Lavender and I are going to meet up in the Gryffindor tower, and if you like we can stop by your rooms and grab you.

Owl me back or you can actually sit with us in charms….

I’m sorry

Ginny

When Hermione looked up she was gone, but a small smile was now gracing her lips. This was the Ginny that Hermione knew, and as much as she hated to admit it, Hermione could understand why Ginny felt that way. With two brothers dead, and one severely injured how could Ginny not be hurting, how could the whole family not be hurting? What she wanted to know more than anything was what in the bloody hell Draco fucking Malfoy had told Ginny, and why he had made it his business to do so.
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