Serenity Abandoned

"Serenity Abandoned"
By: Masked Grace
Chapter One -
"Abandoned"

I own nothing from Harry Potter. All hail JK Rowling. We're not worthy!

Warnings: There's most likely going to be fluff later on... so be aware of that. Cursings... and probably a death. Hmm.. OH! And sex, of course.

Summary: Set in the group's Seventh year. Hermione goes to her favorite spot -- a spot of tranquility -- to recollect her thoughts. She finds a certain blond there instead and her serenity is quickly abandoned after an act of kindness that could have ended a life. DMHG, HGHP, HPGW.

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She knew she was being stupid, letting him get to her today, but he had been extremely mean to her, seeming to hover over her shoulder and point out all of her mistakes, which only made her make more.

After storming out of the classroom, she went to vent inside of her Prefect quarters, bewitching her pillow to take the shape of his head and she continued to beat it with her fists until she flopped down on it, exhausted.

Usually, she would bewitch said pillow to take the shape of the amazing bouncing ferret, but today, she felt it necessary to transform it into her Potions Professor's.

Suddenly feeling claustrophobic, she knew she had to get out of the castle. She grabbed up a coat of hers on the way out, seeing as it was September and the autumn wind was already chilling. Punching her arm through the sleeves of it as she descended the stairs, she knew exactly where she wanted to go; under her favorite tree that was precisionally placed by the giant lake that she had learned in previous years housed a giant squid, merpeople and various other "mythical" creatures.

The wind was vicious today and whipped at her neck and through her hair, making her bunch up her shoulders and wrap her arms around her torso, hugging her coat closer to her body, trying to preserve the last of her body heat, her feet never losing their pace.

Coming to the rock underneath the tree, she stopped, her jaw slack and hanging open. Malfoy was sitting in her favorite spot. And looking beautiful with the afternoon sun hitting his incredibly blond hair and his milky skin while he skipped the rocks that she had gathered herself across the lake.

His neck turned and she noticed by the familiar tilt of his head, he was smirking. She turned, about to walk away, not wanting to hear more insults. She was full up for the day.

"Well, well, well.. if it isn't Granger," she stopped at the sound of his voice, her jaw now tight, clenching.

He stood up, coming over and circling, dangerously close to getting a good kick in the crotch and a broken nose. She smirked at the thought of her smacking him in their third year. That felt so long ago now, but it all actuality; it happened only a measly three years ago.

"What are you smirking at, mudblood?" he asked her, voice full of venom. She was brought out of her trip down memory lane by this and she tilted her chin up to look at him more squarely in the eye as he towered over her meek form. She hadn't grown much from when she was a first year. On the other hand, Malfoy was now eminent no matter who he stood next to. He was starting to look like he would be Hagrid's height by next year.

"I'm smirking at your sorry excuse for a face," she shot back and he stepped closer, glaring with those icy orbs of his. They saw right through her own warm brown eyes, shooting shivers up her spine. But hell would freeze over the day that she told him that.

"How dare you speak to me like that, you filthy mudblood!" She took in a shuddering breath. Even after all these years of him saying it, it still hurt like a fresh cut to her heart.

"Oh, quit putting yourself all high-and-mighty, Malfoy. Your wizarding skills aren't even above a first year," she told him, looking him dead in the eye, her mouth tightening into a line, a habit she picked up from the Transfiguration professor, Minerva McGonagall.

His eyes shifted from staring into hers to over her shoulder and his face took on tight expression. Despite squinting against the sun, his pupils were dilated.

"Oh, please... if you think that you're going to --" she started when he cut her off.

"-- Hermione, get down!" he said as he spun them around, him now in the place where she stood moments before and she was only able to see one thing before she was knocked out: fearful blue eyes.