O yes, just a warning. I laughed when I wrote this, either that's just my cough medicine [which makes me
hyper], or it's that this fic is funny. I dunno, you tell me. Both Hermione and Draco are extremely cruel to
each other here.

I wrote much of this in inter dis. at school. It's strange, when I reread this to put it on the computer, I realized
just how different it is from my others. School does strange things, eh?

To The Moon and Back

by PikaCheeka
 
 
 

She's taking her time making up
The reasons
 
 

Draco

It was in Care of Magical Creatures when I first noticed Hermione continually trying to catch my
eye. I thought I was imagining things for a time, but then I realized that she was for real and I was
not hallucinating. Every few minutes, she'd look at me with a pleading glint of anxiety in her eye.

"Class is dismissed!" Hagrid suddenly bellowed.

Most of the class jumped to attention and sped off up to the school for the free hour we had next,
Harry and Ron being two of them. Hermione, on the other hand, lingered while I shoved all my
books into my bag. I did it slow purposely in case she wasn't really waiting for me.

But she was.
 
 

To justify all the hurt inside
Guess she knows from the smiles
And the look in their eyes
 
 

Hermione

Draco finally picked up his bag and shouldered it, eyeing me suspiciously the whole time. Truth
to tell, I was feeling a bit stupid about what I was about to do myself. But it was too late to turn
back now.

I was about to blab out my whole life's story to him. The reason why I'm the way I am. I have
never told anyone, so why him? Not because I like him, although I do a bit, but because I have
to tell someone. And for some reason he seems the right one. I've been keeping it in far to long,
and is beyond the time to let it out. He will probably hate me even more then he already does,
or think I'm in love with him, but I do not care. Somehow, I know that he will tell no one, think
I'm mad, and yet say nothing.

Everyone thinks me strange for being so smart. Well, he's smart too, and everyone thinks he's so
strange just because he's Draco. I have a feeling there's a lot about him that no one's ever cared
to know, as there is me.
 
 

Everyone's got a theory about
The bitter one
 
 

Draco

Without thinking, I turned away and began walking back to the school. I heard her come up
behind me and follow.

After a moment, she tapped my shoulder, I pivoted around and gave her a 'What do you Want?'
look.

"I have something to tell you..." she stammered.

I stared at her for a long time, crazy ideas running through my head...very crazy ideas running
through my mind. The strangest was that she was going to tell me that she liked me. Was that
really strange? Actually, I sometimes surprise myself and think that I like her. I know it wouldn't
work, but I'm weird like that. How could she like me anyway? I was a jerk.

"What?" I said finally.
 
 

They're saying "Mamma never
Loved that much"
 
 

Hermione

My stomach lurched the moment he said this. He was interested? That was a start. Or was he
just pulling my leg and trying to trip me up? It was impossible to tell by his eyes. After a second
of thinking, I choked out a simple: "Wait till we get inside..."

He shrugged and nodded. Then turned back to the school and continued at a much slower pace
than before. If only he knew what I was about to tell him, then he wouldn't have to worry about
how he should tell ugly old know-it-all Hermione off.

As soon as we entered the school, he turned abruptly and slunk off to one of the unused dungeons.
I hesitated for a moment, then, being curious, I followed.
 
 

And "Daddy never keeps in touch
That's why she shies away from
Human affection
 
 

Draco

The dungeon was dark and dank, but I didn't care. If she had something to tell me, of all people,
it was important enough to be told in silence with no one around but us. But then again, my mind
worked backwards from most and what I was doing didn't actually make any sense.

"Well?" I asked finally, leaning against the wall. My only concern was I she told me she liked me.
I'd have to refuse, but I wasn't sure I would want to. I shouldn't agree with her, but I was afraid I
might. And then my life would speed up on going downhill.

"Do you know why I am the way I am?" she blurted out.

I lurched forward, so maybe she was going to tell me what I thought. "No..." I said slowly.

"I have to tell you." She muttered.

I hate it when I'm right.

Or do I?
 
 

But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bag to outer space
 
 

Hermione

I launched into my history without a single thought as to what I was doing. All I knew was
that I had to tell this evil gray-eyed teenager everything. By the time the first word was out,
it was far too late to turn back and I couldn't even if I tried.

"I had an older brother who was eight years older then me. He was a true genius, perfect
grades. But he was not an athlete, he was often called the school nerd." Draco smirked at
this. I ignored him. "But my parents didn't care about that, they thought he was perfect. I
decided to imitate him, wanting all that attention I never had. After a time, my own grades
started to improve and I was standing up to him. My parents started to notice when I was
eight, and encouraged it. Even though I could tell they were mad at me for not being myself."
I paused.
 
 

And now she's waiting for the right
Kind of pilot to come
 
 

Draco

I tensed up, knowing she was handing me every personal facet of her life that she herself had
never dared to explore until now. Why is she doing this? I thought to myself but said nothing.
I was secretly intrigued by her story, even though I'd never admit that.

"I guess they thought I was a copycat." She continued, ignoring my skeptical look. "After a
time, I started to grow angry with my brother, even hating him. But when he was sixteen and
I eight, it all changed.

"He was graduating a sixteen, and as he walked up to receive his diploma, he was shot. By
some stupid jealous kid." She spat out the last.

"Then my parents flipped and told me to stop acting like him. But then it was too late. My old
personality was lost..."
 
 

And she'll say to him
 
 

Hermione

He starred at me for a long time. "Then you were trapped in a personality that wasn't yours."
He said it like a statement, not a question.

I nodded dumbly.

"Just like my father..."

I shuddered, not wanting to be like Lucius. "But..."

"There's a lot about my father that nobody knows." He suddenly snapped. "And if you did
know, you'd be a hell of a lot nicer to him."

"He's a Death Eater!"

"Doesn't mean he's not human..." he hissed, narrowing his eyes. The way he said it made me
think that he wasn't truly human. I didn't question though.

Then he suddenly asked. "Your parents still liked you though, or did they not?"

That was it, that was why I had come to him. I knew that he would probe and ask the question
I had never dared to ask myself. I shook my head. "All my friends disliked the new me as well.
But before his death, I thought I had my parents' pride, and that was enough for me then. But
when it was all over it was too late, and they too suddenly hated the child I had become..."
 
 

I would fly to the moon and back if
You'll be...
If you'll be my baby
 
 

Draco

She had let it out all in a rush. I was puzzled for a moment, how was it possible? How could
you get lost in something that wasn't you? Another mystery of life. She was loved by no one,
was she asking for mine?

All of a sudden, Hermione appeared human to me. Someone who you could love, and someone
who deeply needed it. She leaned her head against the wall, a lone tear slipping down her face.
Without thinking, I wiped it away. She jerked upright again and gasped, "Draco?..."
 
 

Got a ticket for a world where we
Belong
So would you be my baby?
 
 

Hermione

"You understand, don't you?" I asked slowly.

He nodded, leaning his elbow against the wall just above my shoulder.

"So, you know why I love it here? Where I can have friends? Where being smart doesn't
matter?"

"But why me, of all people? Why not Ron or Harry?" he asked suddenly, his eyes unreadable
and cloudy.

"Because I though you'd understand..." my voice quavered. Had I just spilled out my life for
nothing?

"I do, but I don't understand about me." He said everything with such a stabbing finality.

"Neither do I, but it seemed like you'd be the best to tell. It's just too much bad stuff to keep
to myself forever. I had to let it out. And it's been building up lately..."
 
 

She can't remember a time
When she felt needed
 
 

Draco

"I have sometimes wondered if I should end it all..." she said slowly, drawing every word out
painfully.

"You mean suicide?" I gasped in horror.

She only shrugged,

"NO!"I cried, then, realizing what I had done, I snapped my mouth shut. "I mean..." I stammered.
"You will find love someday, somewhere..."

"Aren't you the expert?" she said smoothly. I could hear the amazement and confusion clear in
her voice.

"No." I said again, almost too quickly.

"But everyone thinks you're going to kill yourself." She said it fast, as if trying to pull away from
the fact I had admitted I liked her.

"Me? No!" I cried. "Where'd you hear that?"

Silence followed, meaning she had made it up for the same reason she had said it.
 
 

If love was red she was color
Blind
 
 

Hermione

"You will find love someday though..." he smirked wryly.

I smiled weakly. "In you?" I blurted out.

His smile flickered and a shadow covered his eyes. "Now yet, maybe someday though.
Understand?" he suddenly grew serious, deathly so.

I nodded.

"But maybe someday...I promise."

Then he strode away.

Not thirty seconds later, I realized the falseness in his voice. "You're a good actor, Draco!"
I cried after his back. He didn't stop. He hadn't heard me.

I sat down and cried.
 
 

All her friends have been tried for
Treason
And crimes that were never defined
 
 

Draco

I flinched, hearing her words. So what if she didn't believe me? Maybe what I had said was
true, but it wasn't anymore. If she was mad at me, let her stay mad, forever.

I had wanted to blab out my whole life to her as well, but I had restrained myself. Good thing
too, because she just as well cut me in half.
 
 

She's saying "Love is like a barren
Place...
 
 

Ten Years Later................
 

Draco

It was my twenty-fourth birthday. Not that it mattered much, seeing as both my parents were
dead and I lived alone for the time. My friends were few, as always, and most were dead from
battles. I have realized that the dark side will always be there. Always inside of me.

I wandered down the street, entering the bookstore with an air of interest around me. All fake,
of course. I had given myself a thousand galleons from the millions I had in my bank and planned
to use it all. My job is none of anyone's business, it could easily get me killed. My name strikes
fear into many a heart. Many an evil heart.

Then came the collision.
 
 

And reaching out for a human faith
Is like a journey I just don't have a
Map for"
 
 

Hermione

I walked into the bookstore, smiling sadly at all the books within. I could remember when I
had shopped here years ago with harry and Ron. Harry was dead now. Ron kind of vanished.
Who knew where he was?

Then I met him. Again.

He leaned against the counter, his mouth turned into a frown as usual. They say the eyes of a
man always stay the same, but his eyes were the only thing that changed. He now reflected his
dead father perfectly. Glassy eyes that showed nothing and hid all. I wanted to run away, but
I was unable to.

Without thinking, I walked forward. "Remember?' I said softly.
 
 

So baby's gonna take a dive
Push the shift to overdrive
 
 

Draco

"What?" I glanced up into the face of a young lady, brown hair with greenish brown eyes.
Hermione, it could only be her.

"Remember the promise?' she repeated.

"What?" I said again. I was out of it, as usual. Overactive imaginations are sometimes bad.
I was always somewhere else.

"But maybe someday...I promise." She said. I froze, suddenly remembering how many years
ago I had said that.

"Stop it." I stood up, remembering the words I had said so long ago.

She looked at me defiantly. "O, so you hate me now?"

"You're a good actor." I snapped.

She stared. "You're quoting me..." she whispered.

"Yes. I am. You thought I didn't hear you. All you wanted from me was my love, my sympathy,
and when I said that then wasn't the time, you grew angry."

"How do you know what I was thinking?" she snapped.

"Ten years is a long time to think about that."
 
 

Send a signal that she's hanging
All her hopes on a star
 
 

Hermione

I froze, wishing I had never said that. Ten years was a long time, and I had regretted ever
saying that ever since.

"I've lost a lot since you've said that. My father, my mother, and Pansy..." he hissed.

"I've lost Harry, Ron...and you." I choked out.

"You never lost me, you never had me." He was so full of spite it was amazing.

"I'm sorry I said that..." I whispered. But he ignored me. His eyes had suddenly lost the
glassy sheen to them and had grown hard. He was trying to forget me. He was so full of
overwhelming spite that he would pretend he hated me even if he loved me.
 
 

What a pleasant dream...
I would fly to the Moon and back if
You'll be...
If you'll be my baby
 
 

Draco

"Get away from me..." I hissed.

She stepped back.

"It's my birthday, and I don't need anyone ruining it." I growled. I almost hated to do this, but
I couldn't risk loosing her again. As I said, my mind works differently from most. If I had her,
I'd only loose her again, most likely to death. I had a dangerous job.

And my father always echoed in my mind, giving me speeches about how bad mudbloods were.
That was true, she had almost killed me that day. Given me all her trust, then dashing me against
a rock from miles up. I had loved her, and she made me believe that she had loved me. But then
she called me a liar and all the trust was dashed.
 
 

Got a ticket for a world where we
Belong
So would you be my baby?
 
 

She suddenly fled. I watched her go, shocked that she had gone. I bit my lip until it bled, then
called after her, "Goodbye Hermione!" Then, to myself, I whispered. "Goodbye my heart..."

I had had a ticket for a place where we belonged.

But she had ripped it in half.

And the half with my name on it she had burned.