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The Black Rose by Alithia_Bastein

Format: Novella
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 4,249
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Horror/Dark, Romance, Angst
Characters: Hermione, Lucius, Voldemort, Draco
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Snape/Narcissa, Other Pairing

First Published: 10/11/2006
Last Chapter: 01/31/2007
Last Updated: 11/01/2015

Summary:
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Now a black rose among many red, Hermione searches for retribution. Malfoy is one the few like herself. When they form a twisted union, both heading towards the same form of revenge, who will give in first to expeirience a feeling other then pain.


Chapter 1: Welcome to hell.
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I had changed I know that. Gone was the innocent bookworm. I still remember how it all started, my mother was killed by the evil that plaughed this world and cruel fate had granted me a father who couldn't cope. I imagine that he found some cold retribution in the fact that he controlled someone. Though the night he took away my innocence was the last he ever touched me. I still have the scars, oh I could have taken them away with magic but I needed to remember what I had gone through I needed to beable to justify my means, to reasure myself.


It has been a week since I have run away from my personal hell. Away from my father I was allowed to change, my hair dyed midnight black by my own wand falling gently to my waist. A peirced tounge along with my eyebrow changed my face.


I marred my once flawless skin with a tattoo, finally deciding on a black rose, carefully defined thorns throughout curving around my navel. The only clothes to grace my skin were black. If you ever saw me you would say gothic, or even in mourning. But no I would describe it as . . . trapped.


Changing into low-rise black jeans along with similary colored boots and a black shirt that only had one sleeve, the other side baring my shoulder where you could see the beginning of a scar, I left for Hogwarts.




No one recognized me, I have been walking the corridor for twenty minutes due to being early and none could have guessed. Maybe it was my new look or the dark green emerald snake curled around my waste reaching six feet length wise, but I was freed of the stares of recognition. I smirked to myself and entered the compartment which contained Harry and Ron. Only to find Malfoy had beat me to it.




As I heard the door opened I looked up to find a darkly alluring beauty standing there smirking, stroking the snake that was curled around her. "What," said Weasley, "come to help your ferret buddy!" Surprisingly she only smiled, although it held no mirth. "After all these years? Tsk Tsk Ronald." Granger! That was Granger? It seemed that others had my opnion. "Hermione? What did you do to yourself?" He asked incredicuesly. "I changed Weasley." she replied coldly. Potter and Weasley both spluttered until I offered my hand which she took, leading her to the heads compartment. Once we got there she bluntly asked who started it, I replied truthfully saying that they pulled me in, but that I did get a couple of insults in. She smilled while faintly tracing a scar on her wrist. "Tell me Malfoy." she asked in a monotone, "Do you know what it's like to die inside?" Shocked I whispered 'yes' before she nodded and turned to the window.




Looking out at the familar seenery I silently communicated with Lann, my snake. I had gotten him right after the death of my mother, seeking a companion. I had found him in a store in Knockturn Alley, the owner had said that he would choose his owner not the other way around due to special circumstances. I had discovered that I could have silent conversations within the sanctum of my mind, he would also attack any harboring ill thoughts toward me and warn me of danger. He was also highly intelligent and could live centuries, only being twenty-one he had a long way to go.


'Lann?'

'Yes Mistress.'

'Why are humans so ignorant?'

'Ah, you are talking about the two who betrayed you. Yes I believe it is there nature to ignore what they cannot comprehend and assume what they believe is true.'


I sighed, until seeing the confused look on Malfoys' face it changed into a slight smirk.


'I think I threw him off with that last comment.'

'Yes Mistress, I would think so. Not many who have held a rather sheltered would say such a thing and I believe young Mister Malfoy thought of you as having that life.'

'Well I did, for an amount of time. I thought he did too until I learned of the expextations in Death-Eater families.'

'Mistress?'

'They are marked at birth, at least mentally. Tortured for hesitating in following the dark. And killed for betraying it. If he had not acted the way he did, most likely multiple Cruicio's would have been the result.'

'Why would somone do such a thing' Lann thought sounding agahst.

'To install a fear and prepare them to follow someone that will be tan times worse. I've even heard of a saying among the Death-Eaters, 'To be evil is to live', I wonder what genius thought that up.'

'Intresting veiw piont.'

'Indeed. Lann would it be okay if I went now, I'm beginning to have a headache.'

'Certainly Mistress. Goodbye.'

'Ciao.'


Muttering in Italian, a language I had learned to better help me in Latan and eventually adapted as my favorite language, I picked up my uniform to go to the bathroom leaving Malfoy with Lann.


Gazing into the mirror, the first time I had in days', I studied my reflection. Slim, but not too skinny. I had thought that starving myself would do no good. After all, how was I to get my revenge if I did not have the strength to fight. My eyes were lined black, intensifying the darkness of my eyes and bringing out the natural blackness of my eyelashes. I only ever had one earing in my piercings, always the same one. A simple silver stud in each which I had gained from my mothers attacker, who had stupidly left a silver coin with my mother, dismissing the common thought of werewolves due to her ravaged body. They were a reminder of what I had to do.


Re-entering the compartment I sat down, placing Lann on my lap and preparing myself for the responses I was sure to get from the school.




Welcome to hell.




Author Note: Well what do you think? Sorry for any spelling mistakes, I wrote this staying awake on coffee, determined to finish this chapter. Review please! Is there anything you would like me to consider for later chapters? And yes Malfoy is still evil, as is Hermione now, just not following Voldy. Would anyone like to make me a banner!?!

Chapter 2: Payback.
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Walking silently into the great hall among the throng of students, knowing I that I was getting looks of disgust, hate, curiosity, even one or two looks of recognition.


They would hate me because of looks, hell I once would have hated me. I had learned the hard way about what people would assume based on how you looked. In my town people had thought me a druggie and whore. No one had ever thought to ask why I was in such a state of depression, not even people that had thought of me as their niece.


Sighing I sat down at the end of the Gryffindor table still getting looks of disbelief from Harry and Ron. Lann was curled up safely in my bookbag which I had enlarged inside to accomidate him.


Dumbledore looked across the Great Hall eyes twinkiling, only to have them dim somewhat upon looking at me. "Students welcome, Let the sorting begin." He sat down at the same moment the doors of the great hall opened. McGonagall walked in, terrified first years marching behind her.


The sorting started, admiting 13 Gryffindors, 16 Hufflepuffs, 11 Slytherins, and 12 Ravenclaws. I did not cheer for my house, I merely looked around waiting for the annoucment of the Heads.


The Headmaster stood, waiting for the clapping to die down . "I would like to remind you that the Forbiddin forest is off limits for every student and that all Weasley Wizard Wheezes products are banned." He said smiling widely and ruining the commanding affect slightly, " Futhermore The Head Boy is none other than Slytherins Draco Malfoy," Malfoy stood and bowed not looking as smug as I thought he would "and Gryffindors very own Hermione Granger." Everyone except Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Malfoy looked around for me, not wanting to stand I smirked at everyone until Dumbledore said quietly "Miss Granger, please stand." Silently I stood to the great halls gasps nodded my head and sat back down.


Whispers started like wildfire not even dieing down when Dumbledore said "Let the feast begin."


What surprised me was when Ginny got up and walked over to me. She sat down and started to fill her plate "So how was your summer?" she asked.


"Oh just peachy." I replied sarcastically.


"No need to be rude, I just wanted to talk."


I sighed "I know Gin' but I don't want pity."

"I'm not giving you pity, I'm being your friend and if you don't want to talk about summer then I'll tell you about mine." she smiled at me then preceeded to tell me about Dean, her boyfriend. Who was the hottest boy in school, Harry. And how big of a prat Ron was for cheating on me, how stupid Harry was no matter how hot by taking his side and saying that Lavender was better looking and would sleep with Ron so it was justified. Then finally saying how ignorant they were to just pretend like it didn't happen, thinking you would say you were sorry for not writing them, do there homework to earn there forgivness and snog Ron.


"So what are your classes?" She asked smiling. I looked at her in disbelif then hugged her and handed her my schedule.


"Hmm, not as many as usual." she commented meaning that there was only one extra class amongst the full schedule. I nodded.


"With Head duties it gives me just enough free time to plan." She looked at me curiously.


"What plans?" I cursed inside my head. Instead saying outloud.


"Oh I was thinking of having a ball this year." Ginny looked estatic and said


"Really?"


"Yeah." I replied half-heartedly, cursing myself for saying that.


"That's great!" She grinned then her face fell.


"Oh, I have prefect duties. I'll see you tomorrow Hermione." She called out well running to gather the students.


I smiled then headed up to Dumbledore along with Malfoy.


"Here are your duties," he said handing us each three pieces of parchment "Miss Granger I think a ball is a lovely idea. Both of you will plan it together." Curse that man and his hearing "The Heads potrait is the one of the wolf. The password is Unity. Goodnight."


"Come on Malfoy." Surprisingly he listened. When walking out of the great hall I walked into Parkison who had purposely ran into me.


"Watch where you're going Mudblood." She spat. I smirked and continued walking.


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Draco POV



I watched Granger walk away. Sighing I turned to Pansy who had attached herself to me.


"Stupid Mudblood. I can't believe that muggle loving fool actually paired her with you Drakey." She whined in a nasal voice.


"Parkison if you do not get yourself of me right now I will seriously hurt you."


"Playing hard to get? Okay, but you won't last for long Dracie-poo." She said in a would be seductive voice if it hadn't came from her. She then pulled herself a way trying to sway her hips well walking to the dungeons while only making it seem like she was pengiun.


I puzzled Grangers change while I walked to the portrait. What could have made her like that. I knew that her mother had been killed. My father had been bragging about it for awhile, about how he had 'crushed' Grangers spirit while framing a werewolf. It seemed though that my father had made a mistake. Granger seemed fine except for a little problem with Potty amd the Weasel.


Now she seemed bent on revenge. My father didn't know it but he had just made another formidible enemy only focussed on hurting him. The other being myself.


I had just gotten to the portrait hole, saying the password I entered. Glancing around I noticed that Dumbledore had favored Gryffindor colors over Slytherins, shaking my head I entered my room and stripped down to my boxers.


The last thought before I went to sleep was that look on Grangers face when she walked away, a look that would scare the Dark Lord himself.


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I sat down in my usual seet next to Blaise. He was one of the only Slytherins that didn't fawn over me or was scared to insult me. As I sat down he smirked.


"Granger sure seemed different. More Slytherin if you asked me."


I smirked myself "Yeah you should have seen how she looked when Parkison called her a Mudblood, I wouldn't like to be her." I turned to see Blaise shaking in laughter admist the gasps that had filled the hall.


"Neither would I mate. Neither would I."


Puzzled I looked to the enterence of the Great Hall. Pansy was standing there red faced, her clothes coated in mud and dirt. Her normally blond locks were a blood red color, actually seeming to be dried blood. Not only that but she seemed to be in muggle clothes. She wore a pair of tights and leggings and a skirt along with some tennis shoes and a t-shirt that said 'Muggle Lover'. Most amusing was it seemed that she was being forced to walk and no matter what she did with her wand nothing would work to reverse the spell.


Above her head was the wispy but distinct word of 'Mudblood'. Suddenly Granger entered behind her looking every inch evil with her smirk. Passing by Parkison her voice rang out clearly amongst the silent, but completly full Great Hall.


"Paybacks a bitch."


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Author Note: So what did you think? That is one of my favorite sayings and it popped into my head while writing this chapter, so I changed the plot slighlty to accomidate it! Please review!


Chapter 3: Classes
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I couldn't help but feel smug as I sat down. I knew that I was going to be punished, and I would willingly except it, but only if they could pin it on me. Watching Parkinson though was all worth it.




I had transfigured all her clothes, changing them into muggle attire. The spell I placed on her was a tricky one though. It would change anything she put on to look like mud and blood was on her and the words Mudblood would appear above her. The best thing was that nothing could cover, change, or transfigure the outfit back to its original form. It would only stay like that for a day, but whenever she says the word Mudblood in the company of a muggle-born it would revert back to that for twenty-four hours.




Every eye was on me. I knew that they thought I did it. Pansy was glaring at me and Malfoy looked close to laughing.. I grinned and looked at Dumbledore who was looking at me severely, I merely waved at him.




I started piling food onto my plate, as I propped up a book against my goblet, it was a book on the dark arts, though it was carefully concealed to be a book on transfiguration. The cool thing about the charm was that the book could actually turn into the book that it was charmed to look like. Which was good considering that I was working at being an animagus.




From what I could tell of the stories that Sirius had told them before he died it had taken the maruaders a year to become it on their own. I didn't want anybody to find out about this and I did read more books on transfiguration then them and was probably better at it then they were at that age. Plus over the summer I had practiced meditating, which was essential to the progress.




I looked around the hall, Pansy was still fuming though everybody else was talking about other things, Malfoy was looking at his plate and Potter and Weasley were talking to Ginny, occasionally glancing at me. It hurt that they had treated me like they did. They were supposed to be her best friends and they had turned their backs on her.




I only talked to Lann and Ginny now. Sighing I looked at the schedule which McGonagall had just passed out, Potions was first, followed by Transfiguration and charms. I finished the rest of the meal reading.




 




 







 




 




I got a seat in the front of the class. Surprisingly Potions had always been one of my favorite subjects, even with Snape me insulting every other minute. It had actually helped me in the long run, now I could take peoples best glare without a flinch.




The door slammed open and Snape walked in with his usual flare.




"Today class, we are going to be making a very complicated potion. I highly doubt that some of you are going to be able to make it." At this he looked at Harry, Ron, and Neville, "Well a select few will excel." He glanced at Malfoy and shockingly me.




"Now, we are making the polyjuice potion. Begin."




A small smile formed on my lips, I had made this in second year easily. I rose and began grabbing the ingredients from the cupboard before walking back to my desk that I shared with Parvarti. Luckily I didn't have to make a joint potion with her. I quickly got to work chopping the boom slang skin.




By the end of the period my potion was slightly better than a flawless one would be. After I had correctly made the potion when I was twelve I had become fascinated with potions and begun to research them. I'd found a way of stirring the polyjuice that would make it more potent. Looking around I saw that only Malfoys potion compared to mine.




Snape began walking around, commenting on potions. He was most viscous to Potter and Weasley. They apparently been confidant that they could make it since a twelve year old Hermione no matter how smart had made it when she was that young. To say the least the potion had melted the cauldron. Neville's had been surprisingly well made, only four shades off from the supposed color.




He praised Malfoy as he passed and awarded Slytherin five points. When he got to me he stopped in shocked. He looked down at me and demanded




"What did you do!" I gazed at him unfazed by his harsh tone and calmly said




"I'm fascinated by potions sir. I just experimented a little. I found that if you stir it five times counter-clockwise exactly three minutes and twenty five seconds into the simmering period between adding the beetle wings and the dragon scales it will add ten more minutes onto the length of the change and improve the taste." I shrugged, "Little improvements, but improvements none the least, sir."




Snape looked shocked and extremely impressed before saying, "Five points to Gryffindor. See me after your classes Miss Granger." He then turned sharply and quickly walked back to his desk, ignoring the whispers that started. Everyone was looking at me in awe, someone had finally done the impossible and made Snape award points to Gryffindor.




 




 







 




 




I took a seat in back for Transfiguration. I didn't like being stared at and it seemed to be happening a lot lately. Professor McGonagall was sitting at her desk, seemingly reading the summer homework.




When she heard my book bag being dropped on the floor she looked up and gave me a small smile before going back to her work. As the rest of the class came in I read a book that I had recently gotten, it was a book on apparation. I was hoping to learn how so that when I turned seventeen in sixteen days I might be able to learn faster.




When the class was full McGonagall stood up and strode around her desk. "Today class, we are going to be reading chapter five in your books. Then you will write a six paragraph essay, assessing chapter one through four." She said in her Scottish burr. Everyone groaned and got to work.




The class passed quickly and before I knew it it was Charms. Flitwick was standing on top of a pile of books and when I entered he beamed.




"Ah, Miss Granger, doing well I hope?"




"Yes sir, very well considering."




His smiled dropped into a grim expression before he grinned again. "Well, yes. But things can only get better! Have you enjoyed your classes so far?" Even though I didn't agree with his earlier statement I put on a happy face, hoping it didn't look forced




"Yes, very much sir. Good day sir." He nodded and I sat down in the back for class to begin.




 




 







 




 




By the time classes were over I was sick of all the happy expressions. I was walking to the dungeons to meet when I was cornered by Malfoy. He backed me up into a corner before cocking his head, an odd expression on his face.




"So you seem different lately Granger. Something wrong?" He asked. I looked at him suspiciously.




"Why would you care Malfoy?" He looked at me for several moments and then said in an emotionless voice.




"I want the same thing you do Granger." I looked at him, tilting my head.




"And what would that be Malfoy?" He stared at me strangely and replied, "Revenge." Before turning and walking away, out of sight. I stared after him, shocked that he would say something like that. Before I turned to walk into Snapes office my last thought was that maybe I wasn't as alone as I thought.




 




 







 




 




As I was laying on my bed I thought of the odd conversation that I'd had with Professor Snape.




 





I entered Snapes office and sat down in the hard chair in front of his desk. he looked up,




"Hello Miss Granger." He set down the quill that he had been writing with. "I realize that you're wondering why I asked you to come." He paused, "You've been having disturbing thoughts and I would like to teach you occlumency. This may shock you but I agree with what you must do and I will not tell the Headmaster." I stared at him, my mouth nearly falling open.




" I once felt the need to do something when one of my family was ripped away during my school years and Albus stopped me. I still feel the need to do what I wanted to do, yet the time has passed and now it will never be fulfilled, I do not wish to force these feelings on you." He paused to rub his temples.




"But if you keep projecting your plans as loudly as you are the Headmaster will be stupid not to notice them. I know that you are usually quiet in your thoughts and unless I actually attempt to enter your head I will not hear you, but with your state of mind your mind is not up to its usual standard."




I looked at him and asked, "Sir, are you saying that you're going to teach me occlumency?"




"Yes, now we will start tonight and you will coming every Saturday night until you get and with your mind it could very well be tonight." He started to organize the papers on his desk, "Do you agree?" I smiled and stuck out my hand, Which he took.




" Now I will start by going through mind exercises. Do you meditate?" After I nodded he gave me a small smile. " Good. Now empty your mind and imagine a . . . "




 




He said that I could be finished by tomorrow if I practiced during the week. The door slammed open and I glanced up from the book that I wasn't reading, Malfoy was leaning against the doorjamb.




"Hello Granger."




"Hello Malfoy. May I ask what your doing here?" He walked forward and and sat on the end of my bed.




"I'd like to strike a deal Granger." I looked at him incredulously, "What?"




"Listen Granger, I know you may not believe it but I want to get my father and I know you do. I can't think of what to do. Though you will after a little thought put into it. With your ideas and my knowledge of the manor that my father lives in, we'll be able to stop him once and for all." I gazed at him, troubled,




"Now why would you like to do that Malfoy?" He looked at me with eyes were devoid of the life which they should have held and rolled up his shirt sleeve. I was shocked to see numerous thin scars up and down his arm.




"My life wasn't all that happy Granger." I reached out to trace a thin silver line which was nearest to me. I stared, hypnotized by the discreet line that symbolized so much.




"Your not alone."




 




 









Authors note: So what did you think? Sorry for the sappy ending and the short chapter. I'd also like to apologize that it took so long also, I'm moving and have alot on my mind. I'm working on other stories for different sites so I might not update quickly, I will try to update at least once a month though.




 




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