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Jekyll and Hyde or Beauty and the Beast	By : snapeswife Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9575 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: This is my NaNoWriMo story. For the most part it will be un-beta'd for now, so please foegive any errors that you might find. I do not know how often i will be updating as I will be working on the story a great deal, but I wanted to post the first chapter since i am done with it. Please read and Review and let me know what you think, it will seriously encourage me like Crazy! Love you all!

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! Well except the plot and Lindsay McAdams.

Chapter 1: The Lonely

As the morning dawned bright and clear over London, the bustle of day began simply as it usually did. People moving back and forth, through the streets, from time to time a car would honk in anger. People would wave from time to time to those they knew, as friends met up with friends for their morning rituals. Throughout all of this, no one noticed her. A lone figure, in tattered and torn clothing, her sad and empty expression setting her apart from the jubilation of the morning, as she entered the tall building no one noticed the tears that fell freely.

Walking into Kings Cross Station Hermione Grainger kept her head down. After pushing her way through the crowds and loading her items on a cart she made her way onto the platform and after avoiding almost everyone she made her way into an empty compartment. The small bag she had with her contained the majority of her essential belongings for the moment. Her robes, a few books for the train ride, and pictures of her parents as well as a picture that she had taken with Ron and Harry in their fifth year, most importantly it held a note that Ronald had given her, telling her of his love, and instructing her to not open it until AFTER the battle.

No one, especially Hermione, could have guessed that McNair would hit him with the curse, no one could have known that Ron would fall, and no one understood the heartbreak that she felt since seeing Ron's lifeless form in the courtyard. He had died protecting her, he had given his life to keep her and the others alive. No, no one could understand, but how could they. Few people knew what had transpired between the trio when they were hunting horcrux's, even less truly cared.

Hogwarts had been rebuilt during the summer, people had begun rebuilding their lives, but Hermione had nothing left to rebuild. Since wiping her parents memory she had no real home to go to, Ron was gone and Harry was busy with all of his "Savior of the Wizarding World" crap. She had even begun to find Ginny taxing. Even though she loved the girl dearly, she no longer had the patience to list to the younger girl prattle on and on about the newest style for her hair or anything. She found herself to be cold, even more so than she normally could be. She had shut down completely.

As the train began to pull out from the station and the rest of the students began to file in Hermione did her duty as Head Girl and patrolled the corridors, looking for any trouble or anything that might be questionable. Finding nothing she made her way to the compartment that she would share with the Head Boy, and imagine her surprise when none other than Draco bloody Malfoy sat with his legs crossed reading a Witch Weekly.

Sighing loudly she shut the door behind her and sat facing the window, doing the best she could to ignore him. Which she found even harder to do when she realized that no longer was he reading his magazine, in fact, he had taken to staring at Hermione. Nearly shaking in her agitation and bad mood she turned and pulled her wand, pointing it directly at him. Her lip twitched, and she felt her eyes burn as she thought about the Pureblood family that she knew so well that were mourning for their children.

"It should have been you that died and not Ronald!" she seethed. " A pureblood family mourns for their son because he fought for what he believed in! You and your family are nothing but cowards Malfoy, you ran! You ran as I had to watch the ones I love die around me!" She crumpled at that moment, nearly falling to the floor in a sobbing mess. All of the unshed tears and unspoken feelings hitting her at once as she fought to speak once more, "It should have been you."

Malfoy had already pushed himself to his feet and was sneering down at her, looking very much like their former Potions Master, but he didn't speak at first. She had expected a smart retort, or an insult but nothing came from him still. No longer sobbing she looked up at Draco who was no longer standing over her but was sitting down and reading his magazine once more. He just raised an eyebrow and turned his head to the side.

"Don't just assume Granger that you are the only one going through pain. You lost your boyfriend, but what did I loose, who did I loose. I lost more family in this than you did, and while they might have been insane or inherently evil they were still my family and I am left alone to help my mother greave while my father rots in Azkaban." He adjusted his collar just a bit and looked at his watch, which he had pulled from his pocket. "It's my turn for patrol," he rose quickly and walked past her to the door but stopped just as he touched the door. "You aren't the only one who hurts. Some just choose to not let ourselves be completely consumed by our grief." With that he left, shutting the door quietly behind him, and leaving a very befuddled Hermione Granger sitting in the floor.

Hermione had changed and left the compartment before Draco had a chance to return. She didn't think she could handle another tirade by him, and was oh so thrilled about his being Head Boy; mainly because it meant that he and Hermione would be sharing joint quarters. Propriety of course being enforced the only joint part was the sitting area and living room downstairs. She had of course read about it multiple times, in Hogwarts: A History.

Maybe the rebuild would have changed that fact. Perhaps things were different now that the school had been rebuilt in such a large part; she could only hope. As she walked through the train she peeked into each compartment, smiling when she saw Ginny. Opening the door she leaned happy to see the ginger witch and the blonde that sat across from her.

" Ginny, Luna. How are you?" She said, but made no move to come further into the compartment, instead lingers, a hand on the door, praying silently that neither would bring up Ronald.

Ginny smiled brilliantly at Hermione, before winking at Luna. "Oh, we're good. Talking about our boyfriends, did you hear that Neville asked her out over the summer? Seems that they are quite the item. Mum wanted me to invite you for Christmas this year, but since you let my brother die, none of us thought it would be appropriate since you aren't family." Her voice was snide, almost a sneer but quite unlike her.

Hermione let out a sob and backed out of the compartment, doing her best to not run away. She might have been beaten by Ginny's words but she wouldn't give her the satisfaction of her pain like that. She held her hand over her mouth and went into the small bathroom at the end of the car and after slamming the door she cried; no, she sobbed. Hermione sobbed until her throat felt raw, her eyes hurt and her face felt tight. She didn't want to leave the sweet haven that her escape had given her; she didn't want to give Ginny the satisfaction of seeing her upset. Letting out a long cool breath Hermione checked her reflection and cast a refreshing spell the get rid of the red and the tears before she headed out to finish her rounds.

The train arrived without incident, and the students, including a very perturbed head girl and an annoyed Head boy. The students were ushered in, and the feast completed now came the hard part; Hermione and Draco had to go to the semi joint quarters. Hermione walked slowly behind Draco, who was beside Headmistress McGonagall, Hermione held her hands behind her back, her face an emotionless mask.

When they reached the Gargoyle on the third floor Hermione lit up. "Of course! I don't know why I never thought of the quarters being here! There aren't many classrooms on this floor, and there is most definitely the room for it. Hogwarts: a History never actually stated where the rooms were, but this is actually a great place for them!" She said nearly bouncing with glee, it was short lived however when Draco turned around and looked her in the face.

"If you knew anything about Hogwarts Granger, you would know that its basically a sentient being, and they rooms are moved each year to be in the middle between the two houses of the Head Boy and Head Girl. Seeing as I'm a Slytherin and you are a Gryffindor, this is the closet to the middle as Hogwarts could get. " He looked to McGonagall for acknowledgement that he was right and while she never said anything to state that he was correct it was enough to anger Hermione. "Maybe you should read the newest edition of your book there Granger, it has a lot of new information."

Hermione tensed her jaw but said nothing, which gave McGonagall the opening she needed. "The Password is simple; Candy Flubberworms. I trust that you and Mister Malfoy can act like civilized adults and be able to respect each other enough to work together?" Not waiting for a response she continued. "You have an hour to get settled before we need you in the great hall for the meeting with the prefects and professors, I suggest you use the time well and possible discuss a patrolling schedule?" She looked down at them over the edge of her glasses.

Neither student said anything they just nodded before saying the password and entering one at a time, Draco being a gentlemen allowed Hermione to go through first. As she entered she gasped at the sight before her. The sitting room was filled with shelves of books that went quite literally from floor to ceiling, wall to wall. The room its self was full of dark colours, the bookshelves were a dark red oak, the normal stone floor had been covered in a thick black carpeting that made Hermione want to take off her shoes and feel its lushness between her toes . A fire fought the cool dampness of the castle and made the room warm, it cast shadows and flicked light through the dark room. Chairs and couches were spread about the room, as well as two desks, one on either side of the room. and just off to the side of each desk was a door.

"Hermione your rooms are off to the right, just there." She pointed to the desk next to the window that looked off towards out over the lake. "Draco yours is there." She pointed to the other desk which was near the window that over looked the quidditch pitch. Each of them was pleased with this and had nothing bad to say. Hermione's desk was a light oak, whimsical in its design; the chair with it was plush and comfortable with just enough room for her to be able to tuck her legs under her like she liked.

Draco's desk was a walnut, the edges looked gnarled and burnt, with snakes and other beasts carved into the sides and in the matching chair as well it. It fit him perfectly. He ran a hand along the edge of the desk, through its cracks and crevices, a smirk on his face he turned to McGonagall. "It will do. I would hate to have to tell my father about less than…. Worthy furnishings." Of course Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed. "I didn't mean for myself Granger." He nodded at the Headmistress and disappeared into his rooms.

Hermione in her chair and looked out over the lake for a long time, her chin on her knees, thinking about her life and what she was meant for. She had never been seen for herself. She was the smart one, the brain, the study buddy, the one who got them out of trouble most of the time, hell even the girlfriend; but never, never had anyone ever taken the time to see the lost little girl inside, no one ever saw how badly she needed to be rescued, no one saw how badly she needed a hero.

After a while Draco emerged but didn't say anything he watched her as she cried, tears falling silently but eventually he cleared his throat. "Granger, it's time for the meeting in the Great Hall." No snide remarks came from her, no flash of anger; instead she stood nodding slowly, whipping her tears on the sleeve of her robe.

"Let's get this over with Malfoy." She said in a tiny voice as she pushed past him and out into the corridor.

The meeting seemed to drag on and on for Hermione, all she wanted was to go to her rooms, to her bed, and cry herself to sleep. Her depression seemed to be growing and she had no way out. The Sixth year Ravenclaw girl who sat beside Hermione was seriously on her last nerve. Her name was Lindsay McAdams, she was a petit little Scottish thing who was bouncing with joy and asking Hermione tons of questions. Finally she gave in and started talking to the girl, and although she was unwilling to admit to it she did make her feel a good bit better, by the time the meeting had let out Hermione had actually smiled, twice!

As the prefects, professors, and Draco went off to do their patrols Hermione headed to the Astronomy tower, she had the urge to fly, but this urge had nothing to do with a broom.
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