Gives You Hell (Dramione Love Story)

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Dedicated to OWLSARELOVELY because her story is just the BEST Dramione story i have ever read! Check out her stories my favorite is A WONDERFUL FORTUITOUS LOVE.

A/N: so i've gotten myself addicted to Dramione fanfics and finally i just had to write my own. . Hope you guys like it all i know is that i LOVE Draco and Hermione together! DRAMIONE FOREVER! haha

Also Please dont copy my story because it just sucks when others do and then people make crappy copies and you know how it is. SO please just read it and enjoy, dont steal it. BUT if you do can you at least Mention me in your story and maybe dedicate a chapter or something to me? lol. But seriously...

DISCLAIMER: Chrarcters of Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling but the plot is all my own!

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Prologue

June 2, 1998 ( One Month after the War)

I tilted my head back allowing my skin to soak up the suns rays. I comfortably sat on a beach chair and listened to the soothing sound of the ocean washing upon the shore. My eyes were closed and I breathed in a deep breath allowing my tense body to relax and enjoy my family vacation.

In the distance I could hear my parents laughter. I sighed content with this very moment. I was finally relaxing and not letting the fear of death and darkness take control of me. I didn't have to worry anymore.

Voldemort was dead and for once since the first day I set foot in Hogwarts I wasn't afraid anymore. My life was finally starting to go in the direction I wanted it to go. The war was over, Ron finally realized that I was hopelessly in love with him, and I didn't have to worry about looking over my shoulder every five seconds expecting a death curse being hurled at me.I was finally enjoying my life!

"Hermione?" I heard my mom call my name. I then heard the sand crunch and felt the presence of my mum standing next to me.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at her. She had big brown eyes very much like mine and straight dark brown hair, which was polar opposite to my birds nest of a hair. She had a small smile on her face and a sad look in her eyes.

"Are you alright mum?" I asked sitting up. She nodded her head and took a seat next to me. "Whats the matter mum?" I rephrased the question knowing something was wrong.

She stayed quiet for awhile, seeming to have a internal conflict within her. She finally sighed and gave me a genuine smile. She then reached for something behind her and gave me a familiar looking envelope which had allowed me to step into a world full of magic all those years ago. I grabbed it from her grasps and looked at it already knowing what was written within. It was addressed to me. I looked back up at my mother.

she looked back at me and placed a hand on my shoulder. Sensing that I wished to be alone she stood up and walked back towards the beach house we had rented, most likely off to go look for my father. I turned my attention back to the envelope.

Dear Miss Gaunt...

The letter had started off. I sighed at that, I had almost forgot that that was truly my correct surname. That I Hermione Granger was indeed Mione Gaunt, that I was not a mudblood but a pureblood. All these years covering up the real me behind lies, just to make sure that I wouldn't be forced into the life of darkness, following the command of the dark lord himself. I shivered as the thought ran through me.

At this point in life I was grateful that my parents had protected me from that. I was thankful that they were willing to forever "end" our bloodline and had secretly killed themselves off before i was born, in the hope that the dark lord would believe  their deaths and finally leave them alone so that they  could raise me in peace and light. They themselves posing as muggles, forcing themselves to cut all ties with their friends and loved ones.

The only people entrusted with our secret was Dumbledore, Professor well now Headmistress Mcgonagall, Hagrid, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron,  and Harry. Anyone other then them was completely clueless to the real me. But now that the evil and darkness was gone was it time for me to tell  the world who I truly was? I shook my head and chuckled, as if I would ever do that! I was the Brightest witch of the Age, I wasn't a fool.

I couldn't imagine what would happen. The Gaunts were one of the few most powerful purebloods of all time. I read all the books there was on my family , even did countless hours of research on my family history. All the books, all my research informing me just how respected and greatly feared my family was and how they were also revered for their power, resilience, and ultimately their intelligence. I found it as no surprise that I was highly advanced in all areas containing knowledge.

Yet I could see how letting out the real me would tarnish my family name. The Gaunt purebloods who were even greater than the Malfoy’s, dishonored because they ran away and hid like frightened field mice when darkness came for them. The Gaunts who were respected and put on top of a pedestal by the Dark Lord himself, simply because by a string of fate they were related. The Gaunts who were supposed to be brave,courageous and pure, ran away when the going got rough. The Gaunts...the only pureblood family that could have brought an end to Voldemort’s reign long before the deaths of countless innocent people.

Being called a "mudblood" and ridiculed for over six years would never compete with how people would respond if the secret got out. I would be an outcast, teased more then usual, and called a "blood traitor". I could handle being called a mudblood but never a blood traitor. I sighed clearing my thoughts, not wanting to delve into the secrets of my ancestry at this moment, and continued reading.

Dear Miss Gaunt,
I would liked to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to redo your seventh year, due to the interruption and  occurrences of this past year. As I am well aware that you have completed all subjects needed and exceeded unknowingly beyond our expectations, you still have yet to taken the N.E.W.T.S. Which must be taken to be considered a graduate of Hogwarts. I know this must seem as an inconvenience to you Miss Gaunt, since you have completed every class and more with flying colors, I do encourage you to accept this offer and enjoy your final year in Hogwarts, hopefully in peace for once. The term begins on September 1st and we expect an owl no later then July 31st. Listed below is a list of supplies needed.
Sincerely,
Minerva Mcgonagall
Headmistress Minerva Mcgonagall

I looked up from them letter, pondering just exactly what I should do.I remembered the sadness in my mothers eyes. I knew very well that she did not want me to go back and would rather have me by her side and not straying too far from her watchful eyes, as if I were incapable of protecting myself. I chuckled at the thought. I was a third of the golden trio, having fought darkness and death since I could remember, who had withstood the Crucio curse by Bellatrix, and who was the brain of mostly every single operation . I was beyond prepared to take care of myself. I glanced back at the letter rereading it.

It was a bit irritating and vexed me greatly that I had passed all my classes needed for seventh year but that I wouldn't be considered a graduate unless I took the N.E.W.T.S Which were only ever given at the end of the school year. What would I do for the next year or so of school if I already finished everything? Could it be possible that's this year would finally be different than all the others? Was it possible that for once, I could actually take it easy and not always have to worry about my studies? Was it possible that Harry, Ron, and I would no longer have to risk our lives for the greater good? Was it possible that i could finally just be a regular teenage witch? Was any of this possible at all?

I stuffed the letter back into the envelope and stood up, heading towards the beach house. I walked slowly, taking my time, enjoying my surroundings that were calm and soothing. I looked up at the blue sky, only a few small clouds could be seen, but not enough to block out the sun or eventually result into dark grey clouds.

As I approached the door, I let my right hand rest on the knob of the door, listening within. I could hear my mum and dad’s muffled laughter. What they were laughing about exactly, I had no clue. What i did know was that they were happy and that in turn brightened my own spirits. I twisted the door knob and pushed the door open, walking towards the sound of their laughter.

I stepped into the small kitchen and saw my dad standing behind and holding my mum around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. My mom tilting her head back as she laughed at something he whispered into her ear, at the same time trying to cut some sort of vegetables. I stayed at the entrance, glad that they didn't notice me. They looked so in love, so carefree, so exultant. I smiled at them. After all these years and they were still head over heals for each other.

My parents finally noticing that i had stepped into the room, smiled at me. My dad’s light blond and sandy wavy hair in a mess, his hair like mine were sometimes untamable,  and his light green hazel eyes that seemed more hazel at the moment shined with love and happiness. I sometimes wished that i had gotten my dad’s eyes, but he told me that my mom’s chocolate brown eyes, which i too inherited, was what made him fall in love with her.

“And hopefully one day,” he told me, a long ago memory drifting into my mind, “a day in the far, far, far future, a man worthy of my beautiful Hermy will also fall in love with your eyes.”
I remembered as he gave me a hug and kissed me on my forehead. “But not until you're well over fifty young lady!” My dad told me a smile in his eyes as he made his face look serious. My seven year old self nodded all too eagerly, helplessly clinging onto the thought that one day i would find my true love.

“Hermy are you ‘lright?” My dad asked me, tearing me away from my thoughts.

I nodded my head and smiled, somehow my smile seemed to have come out strained and forced.

My dad let go of my mum as she began to continue chopping vegetables, and walked towards me. It was clear that he could sense something was wrong with me. He gently pulled me into a comforting hug.

“What’s wrong Hermy?” My dad asked me using my nickname he gave me when i was five and obsessed with Hermit Crabs. They were a mystery to me back then. “Your mum told me she gave you the Hogwarts letter. You don’t have to go if you wish not to. Your mum and i would understand if you no longer wished to attend, you are  of age. And you already finished all your schooling, I'm sure you would be fine without going back. You are after all an intelligent person, such as your old man.”

I pulled away from him a bit so he could see me roll my eyes at him, a grin on my face.

“Your father does have a big head doesn’t he?” My mum asked me, i peered around my father to see my mom shaking her head, with a grin on her face.

I laughed at that and was finally released from my dad’s grasps. He looked back towards his wife.

“Why thank you dear, my head does have to be big to fit all the knowledge i know in it.” He retorted then looked back at me after my mum threw a carrot at his head. “So Hermy, you don’t have to go back to Hogwarts if you wish not.”

I closed my eyes, wondering what i should do. I took in a deep breath calming my nerves which were suddenly beginning to go haywire.

“Can i think about it for awhile longer?” I asked my parents softly, slowly opening my eyes.

They smiled at me, understanding on their faces.

“Of course, dear.” My mum said, looking up at me, stopping what she was doing at the moment.

“Take your time.” My dad added.

I nodded my head thankful.

“I’ll be back for dinner. I’m going to go take a walk.” I informed them starting to turn around and leave.

“Hermione!” My mum called my name, making me turn back around so that i could look at her. She tossed something to me, a worried look in her eye. “Don't forget your wand.”

She gave me a small smile. I stuffed my wand into the back of my shorts and let my shirt cover it from view. I waved good bye and headed towards the door and outside to the sun that was above the horizon. I decided not to wear my flip flops and went barefoot instead, seeming that i wasn't going to stray very far from the beach house.

My feet came into contact with sand that was surprisingly cool and warm rather than hot. The day’s heat fading away. I began walking to the shoreline, letting my feet get wet as the small waves lapped the shore. I sighed letting all my stress, that i had once again reacquired, go. Tingles ran through my body. I then started to walk along the shoreline, the beach house getting farther from site until it was hidden by the brush and coconut trees.

I stopped walking and instead found a spot to sit on the dry sand, a few yards away from the retreating water. I let my hands dig into the sand, feeling the small grains of crushed rock run through my fingers. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, once again letting the last of the sun’s rays soak up into my skin. A gentle breeze caressed my body.

Suddenly I heard wings flap. I opened my eyes and turned towards the sound, seeing a white owl in the coconut tree. Having obviously caught my attention, it flew towards me a landed besides me. In it’s talons was a letter.

To Hermione

It said on the envelope in familiar writing, Harry’s to be exact. I gently took the letter from the birds talons and let my fingers softly stroke the beautiful white owl. Once i retracted my fingers it flew off with a coo. I hurriedly opened the letter. It had been almost a month since i last seen and heard from Harry, Ron, or the rest of the Weasley’s.

As soon as the war was over and we buried our dead, my parents took me away on a family vacation, not too keen on me  obliviating their minds, which they were able  break. I tried writing Harry and Ron before but my parents banned me from doing just that. It was “family time” and they wanted no interruptions.  I only managed a kiss goodbye to Ron and a rushed goodbye to everyone else before i had to apparate away, no one allowed to know just exactly where I was going.

Hey Hermione!
I do hope this letter gets to you, wherever you are. Ron and I have been trying for weeks to contact you, but each time our owl, Steel, comes back with the letter intact. He shouldn't wander off too far, if he has managed to get this letter to you. All of the Weasley’s and of course myself miss you very much. When will you be back? It’s been how long already since we all last saw you? Too long that’s for sure.I was also wondering if you are going back to Hogwarts for our last year? a lot of people are going back to school and I personally was just wondering if you were coming back also. Ron and I have already accepted and sent our replies back to Headmistress Mcgonagall. I  left a quill, ink,  and  piece of paper inside the envelope just in case you  didn't have one with  you.well I best be going, Ginny and I are going to Diagon Alley.
love, Harry

I quickly opened the envelope and found that there was indeed a small quill,vial of ink, and a folded up paper. It amazed me that I never noticed these things in the envelope before. I hurriedly wrote back to  Harry.

Dear Harry
 I miss you and the weasley's and of course Ron. please give them my love. My parents have been keeping me under lock and key. I would tell you where I was but I'm afraid my parents would get angry. They insist I rest and relax, and keep my mind off everything. I'm surprised I was able to get  this letter. I honestly don't know when I'll be back Harry... But it has been a while four weeks to be exact. I miss you guys so much! To be frank I have no idea if I will return to Hogwarts, I'm very much confused Harry! I'm still thinking about it. hope you and Ginny have a good time. Write me back soon, I'll find a way to get your reply.
love, Hermione

I put Harry's letter and the one i just wrote back inside the envelope and resealed it. Suddenly the snow white owl was once again by my side. It watched me with big milky grey eyes. I smiled at it and raised the envelope above it. Swiftly it flapped it’s wings and flew off, grabbing my letter in it’s mouth. It’s figure disappearing in the fading light.

I quickly got up and on my feet, dusting the sand from my body. I felt happy at the letter Harry sent me. I was glad that i had finally managed to contact my Best friend after all these weeks. It was nice to know that they didn't forget about me. Although the thought seemed crazy, I couldn’t help but think that way.

My pocket then began to vibrate. Remembering that i had a cellphone, my hands instantly went to my pocket and pulled it out. The caller ID saying it was my Mum. The only other person in my contacts was my dad. Living in the muggle world was a lonely one when you knew that you were completely different and would always be. Sure my parents had friends, but they were distant. The friends i ever did have in the muggle world have long forgotten me.I took in a breath and pressed the talk button on my iPhone.

“Hullo?” I asked into the phone.

“Hermione, sweetie, dinner is almost done. I was just worried that you wondered off too far and may have gotten lost. Are you okay?” My mum’s worried voice asked.

“I’m fine, mum.” I replied, looking at my surroundings, finally seeing that it was dark and the only light i could see was from the full moon and the stars. “I must’ve lost track of time, I'm coming now.”

“Okay, be safe. Love you.”

“Love you too.” I replied and hung up, stuffing my phone back into my pocket.

I started to walk back towards the direction i had come from, thankful that the moon was shining brightly and that i didn't have to use any magic to help guide me. I took my time and gathered my thoughts.

Did i want to go back to Hogwarts? I didn't know. Did I miss Harry, Ron, and the Weasley’s? Most definitely. Did i want to be a graduate of Hogwarts and not a drop out? Of course. Did i miss my professors? Yes, i did, surprisingly so. Did i miss Malfoy and his lot? No i did not and i would curse them to hell. Did i miss the teasing and name calling? Not in a million years. Did i want to go back to the same school, as the same boring know-it-all? No i didn't, i honestly didn't. I was tired of it all. Yes i was well aware that i,the Brightest Witch of the Age, was a boring and very plain person. But did i have to be that person anymore?  Wasn’t all those years of keeping to myself, just an armor to protect me from the evils of darkness?

To those questions i had no answer. I, Hermione Granger aka Gaunt, for once had no solution, no logical explanation, to help me solve the problems that most troubled me. Who was i? Would i always be recognized as a mudblood? Would i always be trampled on by those who thought me as inferior to?

I know that i was contradicting my previous thoughts about revealing the real me, but it didn't mean that i didn't want to. It didn't mean that i never thought about it. It  didn't mean that i never wanted to throw this in Malfoy’s face, and for once see that smirk fall from his arrogant face. Yet i knew, that i couldn't and wouldn't. In fear of hurting my parents and destroying my ancient lineage. I was stuck, plain and simple.

I cleared my mind and thoughts and registered what i was seeing. I found myself with my hand on the door knob of the beach house. My thoughts having had consumed me so much that I didn't even know I had approached the house. I sighed, and opened the door walking in.

I walked towards the dining room already hearing the dishes dinging together and silverware being set on the table. Once at the entrance of the room, I saw my dad sitting down reading a muggle newspaper and my mom carrying a bowl to the dining room table.

“IS there anything I can help with , mum?” I asked aloud getting their attention.

“No dear, this is the last of it it. Take your seat, dinner’s ready.” My mom said with a smile as she set the bowl down in the middle of the table.

I nodded my head and gracefully walked over to my chair and sat down. My mom took off her apron, tossed it on the counter behind her and also took her seat across from me. My dad having sat at the head of the table. i looked at the food before me, the smells enticing me and making my tummy growl in hunger.

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“So, Hermy, have you decided if you will return to Hogwarts?” My father asked me as he took a drink of his water.

I chewed the food that was in my mouth and swallowed it. I then took a sip of my water and cleared my throat.

“I don't know yet.” I managed to say.

“Sweetie, i know it seems that i wish for you not to return, but I'm just being the normal me, worrying about you and all. It’s my job as your mother to not want to whisk you away after I only just got you back.” My mom told me, her eyes kind and warm.

“And don’t think we forgot about you obliviating our minds young lady.” My dad chipped in a smile playing on his lips.

“I’m honestly am sorry. I just didn't want anyone to hurt you.” I replied looking down.

“Hunny, you don't have to worry about us. Your father and I may be dentists but we are wizards too. We are perfectly fine.” My mom said reassuring me, giving my dad a pointed look most likely.

“I know.” I admitted my wrong doing, looking up at my parents now. “I just forgot was all.”

My dad nodded his head, looking guilty for some reason.

“You two are so good at being muggles that i forget that you are also magical.” I said, trying to lighten the damped mood that had settled over us.

My mom gave me a small smile.

“And we would spend a hundred more years being a muggle, if it meant protecting you.” My dad said looking at me, his eyes flashing a light green. He gave me a smile. “You are everything to your mother and me, everything, remember that Hermy.”

I nodded my head holding back the tears that wished to escape. They loved me so much that they gave up their old lives, they gave up their friends and influence, and they practically gave up their magic. All because they wished to protect me from the darkness that they saw brewing.

“However if you do decide to return to Hogwarts...”My mom started to say but trailed off, looking as if she didn't know what to say next.

“If you do decide to return,” My dad said deciding to continue for her. “You will have to go after your birthday.”

I raised an eyebrow and cocked my head to the side, curious and waiting for an explanation.

“Why?” I asked instead when neither one of my parents were willing to speak.

“Your powers...” My mom began to say once more but didn't finish.

“Will be coming.” My dad again finished her sentence.

I scrunched my forehead. What were they talking about?  I had already received my powers long ago,if it wasn't already so obvious. Were they mad?

“I already have my powers.” I said slowly so that they understood what i was saying. Maybe old age was getting to them. However they were only in their early thirties. Maybe I did damage their minds when i had obliviated them.

“We know that dear, but we weren't talking about the ones you have now.” My mom told me.

“As a Gaunt you receive your full powers at the age of nineteen, when you have become an adult and/or are ready to use them. For males in the family it’s different, we tend to get them over the course of a few years rather than at one time, unlike you. Preferably when we start our training at age eleven maybe even earlier, we start to feel the...um, affects and during the years we experience other such things. So the pain and other affects we feel is less than females who get it all in one time. But in all retrospect, you too will gain your full family powers, powers that are your birthright.” My dad explained to me.

“But it never once said that in any of the research i did on our family.” I told my dad putting my faith in logic and evidence. My father chuckled at that.

“A Gaunt all the way through, Hermy.” My dad said giving me as smile that reached his eyes, which had returned to its light green color. “Not every family secret is written down in books but rather passed down by each generation.”

“So if i get my full powers on my birthday, why can’t I just go and return to Hogwarts like everyone else?” I asked still not understanding why exactly i had to wait until after my birthday to return to Hogwarts, if i returned at all . It was just extra powers i was receiving, right?

My mum and dad looked at each other a silent message passing though them.

“Sweetie, being a Runcorn I never had the chance to know what it feels like to receive extra powers like your father and his ancestors before him.” My mum said grabbing hold of my dads hand.

“You see Hermy, it’s a painful process. For females in our family it’s much worse, much more painful. I have yet to know the reason why, maybe because Salazar Slytherin, who we are indeed directly descended from, disliked women. Or maybe he wished for only strong women to carry on the family line. Or maybe females in our line are simply always stronger. I cant quite tell or justify the reasoning.” My dad told me, my mum staying silent.

“What kind of process?” I asked.

“It’s more or so a transformation into something else, someone else i should say. Your mind and body will feel excruciating pain, so much so that it will test you. This being one of the few reasons why our lineage has died out, leaving you as the last heir to the Gaunt family line.”

“How will it test me?” I asked unsure if i wanted to know.

“It will change you, completely. It will be your choice whether or not to completely change however. Many women in our family have gone insane and in some cases even lost all their magic because they could not handle it. Like Merope Gaunt, you great great aunt, had this happen to her. This transformation can either break you entirely or make you stronger. Just as our family motto states, seulement les forts survivent- only the strong survive. But i know you’re strong, you’ll make it out. If you could help Harry defeat the Dark Lord all these years, then you definitely are strong enough to defeat this too. Plus with that head of yours on your shoulders, there’s no chance that you’ll go insane. As for your temper, that i know you have, just be prepared if it gets harder to control after that.just the slightest irritation can have you completely lose all self control and set your new powers on overdrive. And you should be prepared for physical changes too.”

I scrunched my forehead, trying to comprehend and analyze everything my father was telling me, and yet there was more to listen to.

“Physical changes?” I asked, hesitant. My voice soft and wavering. My dad nodded his head.

“A less painful change will be your eyes.”

“My eyes?” I asked, shocked. Why would my eyes change color?

“As a Gaunt, a pureblood Gaunt at that,it is only expected you have some sort of a resemblance to our ancestors. Green eyes runs through our family line. Remember how when you were younger you always wanted my eyes?”

I nodded my head, focused on what my dad was saying.

“Well it seems like you’ll be getting your wish after all Hermy.” My dad said chuckling, but stopped when he realized that he had failed in his attempt to make me smile and laugh along with him. I stayed silent waiting for him to continue.

“But your eyes will still be brownish, sort’ve like mine. Changing different shades of green based on how you feel, where you are, or what you wear.”

I still refused to reply and so my father continued on with his explanation.

“Your hair color will change a bit. Depending on how you react i guess, your hair can either turn lighter like mine or darker. Your great great aunt Merope had black hair after her change, or so i was told. Tom also had black hair too. Your body will change and of course you’ll gain more power than you have ever felt and also obtain a few new abilities.”

“So basically when stripped down, it’s like going through puberty twice?”

“But much more painful.” My dad replied, nodding his head as his eyes got darker and looked more distant and his face became more serious, as if recalling a past memory.

“Well enough about this, your birthday is well over two months away Mione. We’ll worry about it then.” My mom said standing up and began removing the dishes.

I sat for a moment longer, trying to assess this in my mind and comprehend everything i was told. After having my thoughts in order I got up and began to help my mom clear the table and put away the left overs.

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How do you guys like this story so first? However Im not going to post any new chapters until i finish the entire book which will hopefully be soon. and what do you think about my cover? Is it okay?