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A New Lie

Summary:
Twilight/HP crossover This is the sequel to A New Start but you don't have to read that to understand this. Hello! Have you ever had you boyfriend cheat on you, find out your parents are dead then find out that you aren’t who you thought you were for your entire life? All on the same day? Chances are you answer is no. Mine is yes. And adding Draco Malfoy into the mix doesn’t make a good time for me. My name is Hermione Granger.


Notes:
I do NOT own any twilight or harry potter characters or anything that is similar to either of those two books. Alice is my AWESOME beta for this story too and i need your opinion as to if i should continue the Alice Funnies from A New Start or not.


8. Simple, Beautiful, Alone

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Chapter 8

“May I have this dance?” He spoke in a voice that I knew I had heard before.

“Of course.” I answered while puzzling over who the person could be. After two magical dances we decided to go outside for a walk in the cool night. Once outside we complimented and criticized various parts of the dance and decorations. We had so much in common we talked about Quidditch, broom styles, classes, and professors. We had similar ideas on everything.

“Please remove your mask,” He finally said in a soft voice, “I want to know who you are.”

“You first,” I countered. He obeyed and the charm lifted from his face. “Draco?”

“Yes, and you are?” he replied looking at my astonished face.

“If you found out then all this would have been for nothing. We would still be enemies and… never mind” He looked confused but then comprehension dawned on him.

“It’s not like I teased you a lot before this.”

“That’s just it Draco. You did.” I ended softly as I removed my mask.

“Granger?” he asked softly.

“Yes.” I responded before running away from the garden, the ball, and most of all, from him. This probably feels like a joke to him, I thought to myself as I cried the password to the heads room and raced to my room. He will probably tell everyone about my problems and insecurities that I told him about. But what if he has changed? He did say that his parents had forced him to do many things that he regretted. Oh how stupid of me to have told him all of those things.

Tonight was supposed to be magical with a “prince” but Malfoy had to ruin it.

“Hermione, open up, please.” came his soft voice.

“No.” I managed. My attempt was devastating could clearly hear the break in my voice.

“Please,” he begged.

“I can’t. Go back and enjoy the party.” I heard his footsteps slowly get softer and softer as he left. Instead of feeling better about sending him away I felt worse. I kept crying, for whatever reason I didn’t know. When I realized that I needed some fresh air I went back outside to the garden.

As I walked I spotted a white lily in the shallow pond lit up by the full moon.

Simple, beautiful, and alone.

As I looked at the flower I realized how alike we were, if for only one night, and I broke down crying again on a bench. How much crying can a person handle? I asked myself. I kept crying even when a pair of warm, muscular, arms wrapped around my shivering, cold body. I continued sobbing not caring who it was but having a pretty good idea of whose jacket now covered me as the person walked me up the stone steps and into the warm heads room.

When we had reached the door to my room I stopped crying, handed the jacket back to Draco, thanked him, and walked inside.