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Truthache

 

A Draco/Hermione one-shot

Okay guys! This is my first Draco/Hermione…actually. Harry potter Fic. And I hope you like it. I am a little harsh…wait. Scratch that... WAY harsh towards Hermione a little ways from now, but please forgive me. It's the only way that I can make this story work. Hope you enjoy it, and please review! I'd like to know what I could do to make my future Fics better. Thanks! And enjoy reading Truthache!

 

Hermione Granger sat in the girls' dormitory of Gryffindor Tower. She sat on her bed, reading through a book she had read many times before titled `Hogwarts: A History.' She didn't know why she was always flipping through its yellowed pages, but today, she was bored.

 

Harry and Ginny had gone for an afternoon outing. Probably to go and `Mack' with each other. Hermione was happy for her friends, but she was getting rather annoyed with the constant slurping sounds they always made when kissing.

 

Ron had tried to get cozy with her the other day, after scowling at Ginny and Harry. He looked awfully jealous, and Hermione had decided that he was probably just going to use her to relieve himself from the scene that had been before them. Of course, Hermione had refused. Telling Ron she didn't fancy him, but wanted to stay friends. She admitted, that she had once liked him, but that was before he started dating Lavender.

 

Hermione didn't know if what Ron and Lavender did was actually considered dating. More like sucking each other's brains out, about 23/7. The one-hour a day that Hermione pulled them apart would have been to do homework, or something practical.

 

Hermione snorted at the memory of seeing the look on Ron's face when she caught them shagging in a broom cupboard. Just inches away from breaking one of the schools biggest rules. Of course, Hermione did not care if they had decided to start having sex. She wouldn't tell on them, or deduct points. They had the right to explore sexual relationships, but the staff, had other ideas. They thought it to be inappropriate, but Hermione did not agree with them.

 

But just as Hermione thought, Ron's ears had turned beat red, and he had grabbed Lavender and pulled her away, down the corridor. Lavender fixing her skirt and straightening her shirt along the way.

 

Hermione had laughed very hard. But when Ron tried to arouse her in the boys' dormitory, where she spent a lot of her time, helping the boys with homework and such, Ron had lured her away from every one else and asked her if she was still a virgin.

 

When she had answered yes, with an annoyed `where-is-this-going?' kind of look, he pulled her to him and started feeling her up and down, like he couldn't control himself. Hermione had pulled away and run out of the boys' dorm. Later on Ron had come down to the common room, when no one else was around, and had apologized, saying he didn't know what he was thinking. Hermione looked at him as if he was unintelligent, and then rolled her eyes and attempted to leave. But Ron had grabbed her around the waste and had started whispering things in her ears. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, and she was beginning to panic.

 

“You know you want it to Mione.”

“Just give in, I'll be gentle.”

“Baby, I will take you and you'll love it.”

 

Hermione had screamed, and when people came down to the common room, Hermione froze when she saw Ron standing at the front of the crowd. Harry had yelled out “stupefy!” and “Ron” had been blasted away from behind her.

 

Hermione quickly performed a spell that would reveal who had the intention of raping Hermione.

 

The common room gasped, then fell silent, when they saw Theodore Nott, lying on the carpet.

 

They had reported him, and he had been given a warning.

 

Much to Hermione's surprise, at breakfast the next day, Draco Malfoy had approached Hermione, and asked for a word. She had nodded her head, with a stunned expression, still lingering on her face.

 

Draco had pulled her out of the hall, and outside the doors to talk to her.

 

“Listen Granger. I don't usually do this, but I would like to apologize for Nott. I hate you beyond words, and this doesn't change that. But I don't like the idea of rape, and I would like you to know that I kicked Nott in the ass for it.” Draco finished with a calm, but forced smile on his face.

 

“Umm...Uh. Thank you...Malfoy. It doesn't matter though, because I wont be falling for petty tricks like that anymore. Tell Nott that he better watch his back. You never know when I might just hex him from the end of a corridor.” Hermione finished with an angry look on her face, but nodded to Draco, as she left him standing outside the doors.

 

“I'll do that…” Hermione heard Draco say.

Hermione put down her book, finding she could not concentrate on the words anymore. She had too much on her mind now.

 

Deciding to go down to the common room to see if Harry and Gin were back, she got up from her bed, and walked over to the door, that led to the stairway.

 

She was on her way down the stairs, when she heard two people talking. And she knew those two people. Very well.

 

“My god, how I cannot wait until we graduate. I'm so glad its our last year.” She heard Harry say.

 

“Man, I know what you mean. I can't believe we've put up with that stupid girl for so long.” Muttered Ron, though Hermione had heard it.

 

`I wonder who they could be talking about…Maybe lavender? Or…who else could there be? Most definitely not me! How would that work?' Hermione thought with a puzzled expression.

 

“Yeah…we'll finally be able to get away from her! Ugh. I can't believe Nott tried to rape her, pretending to be me. Man. That is disgusting!”

 

“Yup. Hate to be you, bro.” Replied Harry.

 

Hermione gasped, before tears starting welling up in her eyes.

 

“How did we ever pretend to be her best friends? I couldn't care less if she got hurt, or if that troll had killed her in second year.” Laughed Ron.

 

By now Hermione was finding it hard to breathe. Tears rolling down her paled cheeks, while she tried not to fall down the stairs. But steadying herself on the staircase was at the bottom of her list of things to do. She wanted to die right now. It would be better then living the rest of her life knowing that her best friends of 7 years hated her guts.

 

“Ron, that was a little harsh, but I agree with you, other then the whole troll thing. I don't want to sound mean, but I just never bonded with her very well. She's too know-it-all-ish, and she's like a second mother. And the only mother I want to have is the one that Voldemort killed. I mean, seriously. I don't give a damn about the little charts she makes for us, and the stupid homework planners she buys us. I always feed them to the fire when I get them.”

 

“Yeah I know. Well. We got something good out of her though. Answers to all our homework, and sometimes we cheated off her tests and notes and everything. Man. At least she was good for something. And she has gotten drop dead gorgeous this year, but heck. I still hate her. I wouldn't want to touch a mudbloods body anyway.”

 

“I second that!” Harry laughed.

 

But all laughing ceased when they saw a very angry, but tearful Hermione standing at the foot of the stairs. Both their faces fell at seeing the girl that had just been dissing.

 

“So…” Hermione began in a shaky voice. “I am just your homework buddy huh? Just someone you can use at your convenience?”

 

She let her words ring out, and sink into Harry and Ron's heads.

 

“Hey, Mione. We Ju-“

 

“DON'T, call me that!”

 

“Pfft. Whatever bitch.” Said Ron.

 

Hurt spread over Hermione's angelic features, making her look even paler.

 

Harry attempted to stop the hurt from taking over Hermione. As much as he disliked her, he still cared for her at this moment. He had been her `best friend' for seven years, and he couldn't just ignore her when she needed help. Much to his dismay.

 

“Hey. Hermione.” He said walking over to her and taking her hands in his, as she gasped for air, shaking with uncontrolled sobs.

 

“We didn't mean to hurt you. We just never really became real friends with you, but you were smart and we though maybe, hanging around you a little would make up become better friends. But soon after that, we realized we had been wrong. So we wanted to stop what we were doing, but—”

 

“Bull. I don't believe a word of it!” interrupted Hermione in a dangerously low tone. She lifted her gaze from the floor, and yanked her hands away from Harry.

What Harry saw in his former best friends eyes made his insides freeze.

 

Hate. Pure hatred. A thirst for revenge. A hurt she was trying to hide, and Harry was actually scared. He was scared of what was going to happen next.

 

He slowly backed away, but Hermione was too quick, and Harry witnessed a strength he didn't know Hermione possessed.

 

Her arm had been thrust out, and her hand clamped itself around his throat. Harry tried to draw his wand, but it fell from his hands, and clashed on the floor. Hermione slowly lift Harry from the ground, and just as Harry was beginning to loose consciousness from lack of air, he was thrown across the common room.

 

By now, from all the shouting, Many Gryffindors, girls and boys, young and old alike, were watching the events going on in the heart of their common room. Seeing Harry thrown across the room, Ginny had screamed and run up to Hermione, trying to snap her out of it.

 

“Hermione! Stop this madness! What are you doing?!” Ginny had screamed, holding Hermione around the middle.

 

Hermione looked down into Ginny's eyes, and Ginny gasp, just like Harry had before her.

 

Ginny recognized the hate and loathing in her best friends eyes. She was hurt, and Ginny knew why.

 

Gin pulled away form Hermione and rounded on her brother.

 

“RON! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! I told you this would happen! You should have told her when you first realized you hated her!”

 

“Umm. Ginny. I put a secrecy spell on you, how is it that you are speaking of this?”

 

“BECAUSE! If you had read the spell summery properly then you would know why I can talk of it! It said:

 

The secrecy charm is a very complicated thing. The spell itself is used for the purpose of keeping your secrets, secret. But, once the person under the spell has seen evidence that the secret has been let out, they are free of the curse! Not even veritesurem can surpass the strength of this charm!”

 

Ron looked around, feeling very embarrassed.

 

“You're such an idiot! And so are you Harry!” Ginny screamed, looking at Harry as he got up and stood next to Ron.

 

Hermione look at Ron and Harry.

 

She smiled at them. The looked very frightened.

 

For when she smiled, they saw nothing but hate. It was forced, and her eyes gleamed with malice.

 

She then turned to Ginny, who was looking at her with a worried expression.

 

“Thanks.” She said to Ginny, before turning, and walking out of the common room.

 

 

Once She had left, Ginny turned to her brother and her ex-boyfriend.

 

“I hate you both.” She glowered.

 

 

Once Hermione had left the portrait hole, she had broke out into a run. Tears still stung her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She ran and ran. She ran across the main hall, to the great front oak doors. She yanked them open and started running towards Hagrids cabin. But she changed her mind when she was about 20 yards away, and sprinted in the direction of the lake.

 

When she got there, her legs finally gave out, and she fell to her knees.

 

She cried through the sunset that was slowly disappearing beyond the water of the great lake. She cried as the sky turned to navy, and cried as the first stars appeared in the blackness of the night.

 

When she finally felt she could cry no more, she looked up and stared out beyond the water.

 

Hermione jumped though, when she heard someone approaching her from behind. She grabbed for her wand, but did not find it.

 

`Shit.'

 

She remembered that she had dropped her wand as she left the common room.

 

Suddenly panicking, she looked around to see someone in Hogwarts robes a mere 5 meters from where she sat.

 

She decided that as long as they were from Hogwarts, she would be okay. Or at least she hoped.

 

She relaxed slightly, when the mysterious visitor sat down next to her on the leaves. She turned to look at them and gasped inwardly.

 

There sat, her worst nightmare, her worst enemy, Draco Malfoy.

 

`Although. I feel a lot more hate towards those stupid so-called friends of mine, then I do towards him.' Hermione thought to herself.

 

“Are you okay?” She heard him ask her, in no more then a whisper.

 

She didn't answer him. What if he was just going to pretend he cared, and play with her feelings like Harry and Ron did?

 

Finally, Hermione spoke up.

 

“Why are you here?” She asked him.

 

He didn't answer right away. But when he did, he answered truthfully.

 

“I don't know.” He started. “I saw you running from the castle. About…Oh, I'd say 4 hours ago. I didn't care much at first, but then it started getting dark, and I thought I should go look for you. But then I heard you crying around the time when the sun was almost gone. I decided to just wait, to see if you'd be fine on your own, but you didn't move from your spot.”

 

Hermione shivered. He sounded sincere enough. She looked over enviously at his cloak. Wishing she had one too.

 

Draco noticed and smiled to himself. He lifted the warm fleecy cloak from his warm muscular body and draped it over Hermione.

 

Hermione was shocked at what he had just done. She didn't know how to respond to such kindness. Especially coming from Malfoy.

 

“W-what are you doing? Y-you hate me.”

 

Draco chuckled to himself, and turned his face towards hers. He smiled kindly and then looked out at the lake.

 

“I know what happened. And more then anything, you need a friend right now—Not another enemy.”

 

Hermione felt tears coming to her eyes again, but quickly brushed them away.

 

“That's very kind of you. I didn't know you had it in you.” Hermione smirked.

 

But Draco didn't. He turned and looked Hermione in the eye.

 

“Listen Hermione. The person you know to be Malfoy? His name is Draco. The Draco you know to be ignorant, unkind, and selfish? He is caring, gentle, and kind. The person who called you a mudblood all these years? He winced at the cruel name every time it left his lips. And the Draco you know to hate you?” Draco stopped short.

 

Hermione looked at Draco with curiousness etched into her features.

 

Draco sighed before going on.

 

“The Draco you know to hate you…loves…you.” He trailed off, expecting Hermione to shout and hit him and fire insults at him. But this never occurred.

 

“And this girl name Hermione, had a major heartache a few minutes ago. And guess who just healed it?”

 

Draco looked her in the eye. Neither of them needed to respond, to know the answer.

 

A small smile played across Hermione's lips, and Draco's eyes lit up with happiness and love.

 

Draco cautiously wrapped his arms loosely around Hermione, and when she didn't pull away, he relaxed his tense muscles.

 

Hermione suddenly felt a rush of relief wash over her, and melted into Draco's warm, strong embrace. She felt safe, like nothing and no one could do anything to ruin this moment. She laid her head down on Draco's shoulder and sighed.

 

“Hermione…” Draco whispered.

 

Hermione lifted her had and looked into Draco's eyes. Draco leaned in, asking her for permission, and when she smiled, he lent into her and pressed his soft lips to Hermione's gently brushing them, and then pulling away.

Hermione smiled up at him, and they lent in together, pressing harder against each others lips, sharing a kiss filled with love, passion, hurt, and loneliness.

 

Draco let his tongue slide across Hermione's bottom lip, and when she parted her pink lips, his tongue slid into her mouth, shyly touching hers, and exploring her mouth.

 

Hermione, who had just received her first kiss, and was still going at it, was in heaven. Butterflies, birds and other flying things took flight inside her stomach, as Draco made her feel comforted and important. She loved the feeling of being in his arms, but once his lips had touched her own, she knew that nothing could compare to the passionate kiss of someone who loves you truly and sincerely.

 

Draco and Hermione slowly drifted apart, smiled at each other—Hermione a sad but happy smile, and Draco a shy, happy smile—before leaning in to gently caress one another's lips before pulling away again.

 

Draco snaked his arms around Mione's waist and pulled her in between his legs, where she sat, and relaxed against his quiddich built body.

 

Draco lightly kissed the top of her head, and allowed his hands to caress her sides, and stomach and her arms, lightly touching the surface of her skin, as if to make sure she was real. He let his fingers leave her body, and he moved one hand up to her hair, and began playing with her hair, twirling the now sleek, shiny, straight hair between his fingers.

 

 

It had been 2 hours since Draco had confessed his love for Hermione, and shared a beautiful kiss with the love of his life. She had now fallen asleep, but the morning hours were now approaching, and the sun was rising over the lake. Fortunately, Draco have been propped against a tree, so he was able to stay comfortable, while looking at his angel, and studying the continuous rise and fall of her chest, as he watched her breathe peacefully.

 

When another hour had passed, Draco regretted having to wake Hermione up.

 

“Mione… Wake up baby, it's morning.”

 

He heard her groan, and he chuckled softly.

 

Hermione opened her eyes, only to see the lake in front of her. Then she realized, that somebody was holding her in a loose, but loving embrace. She smiled in remembrance, as she looked up at the face of Draco Malfoy.

 

She turned stiffly in his arms to look him in the eye.

 

“I'm up.” She said softly.

 

“I know.” Draco replied, before leaning in and delivering a heart-stopping kiss to Hermione's soft pink lips. Almost immediately, he asked her for entrance, and soon they we sharing a passionate kiss, only the two of them could ever understand.

 

Seven years of hating, was far too long. How could two people, who were so perfect for each other, sit there, sharing loving, deep, lustful kisses, and touching each other in places only they would give the other permission to touch, when up until last night, they had hated one another?

 

But then again, Draco said he wasn't who she thought he was. Which reminded her of how Harry and Ron turned out to people she didn't really know either.

 

Draco's beautiful words still rung clear in her mind…

 

“Listen Hermione. The person you know to be Malfoy? His name is Draco. The Draco you know to be ignorant, unkind, and selfish? He is caring, gentle, and kind. The person who called you a mudblood all these years? He winced at the cruel name every time it left his lips. And the Draco you know to hate you? …Loves…you.”

 

Draco and Hermione broke apart, and hugged each other as if they new nothing else; but to hug and kiss and touch the person that they loved most in the world.

 

“Man, I know what you mean. I can't believe we've put up with that stupid girl for so long.”

 

“Yeah…we'll finally be able to get away from her! Ugh. I can't believe Nott tried to rape her, pretending to be me. Man. That is disgusting!”

 

“DON'T, call me that!”

 

“Pfft. Whatever bitch.”

 

Hermione winced at the sudden memory of the fight in the common room. She stiffened up and began crying softly on Draco's shoulder

 

Draco felt her muscles tense, and could feel her tears.

 

“Hermione…What's wrong?”

 

“I just…I feel so alone. All these years I spent with those stupid guys! They never even liked me! Not at all! And Ron called me a bitch and—”

 

“Ron called you a WHAT?” Draco yelled.

 

“A… a… bitch.”

 

“Fuck. Next time I see that weasel I'm going to kill him! Nobody! Nobody calls you a bitch. Nobody hurts my Hermione!”

 

“Your, Hermione?” Hermione grinned.

 

“Yes, my, Hermione.” Draco said, smirking.

 

“And, How long do you intend to keep me?”

 

Draco surprised her by rolling her onto the ground and lying himself on top of her, his elbows on either side of her head, and his lips close to her own.

 

“Forever, babe. Forever.”

 

Fin!

 

Sooo soooo sorry about the cliffy at the end. I didn't know how to end it without being really corny or anything. Lol! So what did you think? If there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in it, please overlook them, my spell checker is stupid. I hope you enjoyed it, and please review!!