Skin

AN:// This is my first shot at a song-fic so please no flames, but I would love input on what you all think


~SaraBeth is scared to death~

Hermione couldn’t believe it. She had never been scared before, and that is saying something. I mean after all she has faced giant Trolls, Death eaters, Voldemort, survived through a war, and a bunch of other things that she couldn’t remember right at the moment.

~To hear what the doctor will say~

Her parents didn’t like the fact that the people in “her world,” as they call the Wizarding World, couldn’t find anything wrong with her, so of course they insisted they go to a muggle doctor.

~She hasn't been well
Since the day that she fell
And the bruise it just wont go away~

It was at the beginning of the summer holiday and Hermione had only been home for about three days. She was so happy to be home, don’t get her wrong she loves her school and friends, but she missed her family so much. She was seventeen now, and when she returned to school she would be in her seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had been up in their attic going through some old boxes from her childhood when she tripped over a small jewelry box and fell. That had been about two weeks now and the bruises were not going away, not even fading in the slightest. Her parents got worried and at first agreed to let her go to St. Mungos to check it out. When they couldn’t find anything wrong they came to their family doctor, that’s where she was now.

~So she sits and she waits with her mother and dad
And flips through an old magazine~

She found an old magazine called “Seventeen” and decided to look through it. Although it reminded her terribly of “Witch’s Weekly” from her world. She wasn’t even paying attention to the articles and beauty tips, she was just flipping through it for something to do.


~'Til the nurse with a smile stands at the door
And says "Will you please come with me?"~

The small family of three followed the middle aged nurse into the room. As they walked Hermione grasped the hands of both her parents. She was so nervous that she couldn’t stop her body from shaking.

~SaraBeth is scared to death
Cause the doctor just told her the news
Between the red cells and white
Something's not right
But we're gonna take care of you~

“I’m sorry Miss Granger, I know you’re awfully young, but sadly there are many who gets this at a young age” The doctor said gently and sadly.

“Is there anything we can do doctor?” Her dad asked.

~Six chances in ten it wont come back again
With the therapy we're gonna try
It's just been approved it's the strongest there is
I think we caught it in time~

“We’re going to try this new therapy, it’s really strong and I believe it’s just what you need.”

“Is it expensive?”

“Yes, but don’t worry about that, we have payment options and your insurance should cover the majority of it, if not all of it.”

~SaraBeth closes her eyes~

Throughout all of this Hermione had went off into her own little world.

~And she dreams she dancin' around and around
Without any cares
And her very first love
Is holding her close
And the soft wind is blowing her hair~

She had a slight smile on her face. In her mind she was at their Prom in Hogwarts, which was a new tradition that was just started the year before. She was dancing with the guy of her dreams, although in her mind it was Ron. They danced around the dance floor and laughing without a care in the world.

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It was now time for school to start and she was still in treatment. Dumbledore had told her and her parents that they were allowed to stay at school with her. A small apartment type suite had been set up, and Hermione had the option to stay in her dorm or with her parents. She of course decided to stay with her parents where she could be given her treatments and taken care of.

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She had now been in school for two weeks. Word had spread around about her condition and everywhere she went she was given looks of sympathy and pity. Except the Slytherins. They were the only ones not giving her looks of pity or sympathy, however they no longer tortured her, they were actually quite nice toward her.

~SaraBeth is scared to death
as she sits holding her mom
cause It would be a mistake
For someone to take
A girl with no hair to the prom~

She couldn’t imagine who would take her to prom now. It wasn’t that she was ugly, far from it. But not even Harry and Ron would look her in the eye without showing her pity. They couldn’t even show her sympathy, nope only pity. How she hated that.

~For just this morning right there on her pillow
Was the cruelest of any surprise
Yet She cried when she gathered it all in her hands
The proof that she couldn't deny
SaraBeth closes her eyes~

She leaned on her mom and cried her eyes out. How could this be true. She always had a head full of thick curly hair, was even teased because of it. Now when she woke up there was clumps of that beautiful hair on her pillow. She knew it wouldn’t be long now before it was all out. Yet she couldn’t help but close her eyes and dream.

~And she dreams she dancin' around and around
With out any cares
And her very first love
Was holding her close
And the soft wind was blowing her hair~

She imagined herself dancing at the prom. She still imagined herself with Ron. They were dancing and twirling all around the dance floor with her long hair flying around her beautifully. Neither one had a care in the world.
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It was a couple of days before Prom and Hermione still didn’t have a date. She was walking down the corridor coming back from the library, she was looking down trying to avoid anyone’s eye. She turned a corner a bumped into someone.

“Watch where your going” A voice said.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you” Hermione still wouldn’t look up.

“Granger? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap, just habit I guess” At this Hermione looked up.

“Malfoy? Save your apology, you’re not really sorry, your just being nice because of my condition.” Hermione was agitated, she hated pity.

“I’m not just being nice because of your condition. At first I was, but I’ve been watching you and I think your actually really strong, after all look what all you’ve gone through and are going through now, and you never look sad or like it’s the end of the world, even though I’m sure at times you feel it.”

“Uh thanks I think. I must really be going” She started to move past him but stopped when he lightly grabbed her arm, not enough to hurt or bruise but enough to stop her.

“Wait, I know this is last minute, but do you have a date to the Prom yet?”

“Save your pity Malfoy, I don’t want it.”

“It’s not pity, I’ve been trying to find a way to ask you, but never had the chance, this is not a joke, please Hermione allow me to take you to Prom”

He looked so sincerely that Hermione found it hard not to believe him.

“Alright Malfoy, I’ll go to the Prom with you”

“It’s Draco, not Malfoy”

“Ok Draco”

With that Hermione continued on to her room and Draco continued on to wherever he was going before running into her.

~It's quarter to seven
that boy's at the door~

It’s the day of Prom, and Draco is outside of what everyone has started to refer has the “Granger suite”. He is nervous for some reason that he could not place.

~Her daddy ushers him in~

“Mr. Malfoy, please come in. Hermione is just about ready.” Just as her dad said that Hermione walks down the steps with her mom. She is wearing a silk scarf on her head that matches her dress beautifully. By this time all her hair had fallen out and she was surprised Draco still wanted to take her to Prom.

~And when he takes off his cap they all start to cry
Cause this morning where his hair had been
Softly she touches just skin~

As soon as Draco saw Hermione walking down the steps looking like a goddess in his eyes, he took off his cap that he had been wearing. When the family saw this they all started to cry. They knew how much Draco had prided himself on his hair, but now it was gone.

“Draco, you shaved your hair? But you love it so much. You did this for me?” Hermione was astounded.

“Yes I shaved my hair, as much as I loved it, it wasn’t more important than you. I would do so much more for you, dear Hermione. Now come on lets go show Hogwarts how beautiful you are.”

They said there goodbyes to Hermione’s parents, and walked out of the door. Her parents just watched them go and thought of how wonderful it was that someone finally saw their daughter for who she was. Not a bookworm, a Gryffindor, a sidekick, or a very sick girl, but the girl under all that.


Hermione and Draco went to the Prom and dazzled everyone with their beauty and dancing. Everyone could see the feelings between the two, and for the first time that year, no one paid attention to Hermione’s loss of hair and condition. No they were however shocked with Draco’s lack of hair. The guys thought him foolish, though secretly admired his courage to do that for a girl who he had hated and who had hated him back for six year. The girls thought it Romantic.

~They go dancin' around and around
Without any cares
And her very first true love
Is holding her close
And for a moment she isn't scared~

As they dance together Draco held her tight and whispered in her hair.

“This might seem fast and crazy, but I think I’m falling in love with you Hermione Granger.”

Hermione smiled and whispered back that she felt the same way. And Hermione couldn’t help but think ‘Yes, this is definitely better than any dream I could come up with.”


~They go dancin' around and around
Without any cares
And her very first true love
Is holding her close
And for a moment she isn't scared
Ohhhhhh.~