Ok, I realize that pairing Hermione and Draco is really wrong. It's one of
those "only fanfics" sort of impulses that I have. In the actual books I
will kick and scream with horror if Hermione and Ron do not end up
together. But Herm/Ron fics are not interesting to me, because evil is
much more exciting, even if I want good to win. So here's a quick little
adventure I did, while bored, in my spare time.
Standard non-ownership disclaimers here for I own jack all and am as poor
Part 1: The Actors
He swept through the house with anger unmatched to any he'd felt before.
Break from school was long and boring and the fact that he had been left at
home to his own devices only reinforced the feeling of uselessness that
permeated his existence in the house he'd spent his life in. Elegant,
rich, it all reeked of aristocracy and privilege. Naturally it would,
Malfoys had lived here for centuries, and they were proud of every inch of
the crumbling castle. Everything was dark, cold, uninviting. and Draco was
thoroughly tired of doing nothing but walking around all day. The house
only held a very few options, and he wasn't in the mood to spend his whole
vacation in the library. The grounds were well enough, lush and green, and
well they should be for all the money and magic that went into their care.
More for show than for enjoyment, as many of the Malfoys possessions were.
Sure, once in a while he would practice spells on animals for kicks,
turning them into other animals or objects, but that had limited appeal.
What he needed was a person. He wasn't sure for what, but he knew he
needed some human company. Most of the servants had gone with Lucius and
Narcissa to Germany for the summer, and the ones that were let were careful
to stay out of sight from the temperamental 17-year-old boy lest they
become the butt of his vicious ennui.
"This is no good," he said out loud, (a common habit born of being left
alone too often) "I must speak to someone, anyone." the air around him
crackled with bitterness, then mellowed ".or at least watch someone talking
to someone else." The idea flowed into his head and filled him with a sweet
anticipation. He moved quickly and surely down long hallways with heavy
dark colored drapes over all the windows until he reached a far back and
inconspicuous corner that looked like any other corner of the castle and
walked straight into the wall. Coming out the other side of the secret
opening he moved down the stairs at a steady pace, his feet moving
confidently over the dark steps in the faint light. At the bottom of the
stairwell was a small room. Comfortable, albeit dark and unfriendly, he
looked at the plush cushions set in front of the large clear orb that
dominated the center of the room. This was his mother's domain, for as a
witch her scrying powers were unmatched by almost anyone in her generation.
She had been a spy for Voldemort many years ago, and when he left she
continued to practice what she did out of the need to know what was going
on outside the castle that she did not often leave.
When she had first showed him this room a few years ago, he had been
skeptical. Scrying was an imperfect art and often you didn't see what you
wanted or nothing at all. Narcissa had the patience to try again and again
with enough concentration to get fairly consistent results, and she taught
her son as well as possible so that he too could have a good grasp of this
complex art. Combined with Lucius' combat spells lessons, and various
other subjects he was tutored in over the summers in the past Draco was
becoming quite proficient in the dark arts. It was well he should, if he
were going to continue the Malfoy legacy. Next year was going to be his
last at Hogwart's and if he did not have a good grasp of his future now,
then he never would.
But his attention, then wandering, snapped back to the orb with delight and
interest. Around the room were various objects that he could pick up and
use as a focus. The knife on the shelf caught his interest, as knives
often did, and he thought about the chef downstairs even now making his
food. The image sharpened fairly quickly due to Draco's long familiarity
with the surroundings and the person. A boring image really, as the chef
was in the midst of preparing some roasted meat and happened to be
seasoning it at that moment. There was a brief pause in activity as the
chef pulled a bottle of brandy from beneath the counter and drank about a
fifth of the bottle before returning to his work as if nothing had
happened. Realizing that this was where most of the brandy was probably
going, Draco was amused by this interesting indiscretion. It didn't matter
to him much, his father had plenty of money to fuel the cook's drinking
habit, and as long as his food got prepared then at least he was doing his
job. At the same time Draco coolly started to think up punishments and in
doing so lost his concentration and the scry all at once. That was a
brilliantly uninteresting foray, but with a smirk he thought of a far more
Grabbing some glasses off the shelf, he thought as intensely as he could
about Harry Potter. Knowing what Harry was doing would be eminently
valuable and at the very least would ease some of his boredom. Swirling
gray and green inside the orb formed a mad tempest for a minute or two and
then began to settle and firm. Outlines of smoke took on three dimensions
and then all at once snapped into focus and Draco could see Harry Potter
smiling. A sneer crept up to his lips, but he quickly stifled it as the
emotions were beginning to make the scry cloudy again. Potter came into
clear view again, and as the picture widened Draco could see Ron and him on
broomsticks tossing a quaffle back and forth for fun. They were laughing
and the sun was bright in the trees around them. Then Ron, with a bright
smirk said something to something below him and dived off his broom. As
there was never sound, and Draco couldn't read lips since it would break
his concentration the actions would have to speak for themselves. Now
following Ron, he saw him land in the middle of a large, murky looking
lake. The large splash that followed made Harry laugh and he soon followed
suit right behind Ron.
They both laughed and pointed in a direction. Panning out more, Draco saw
the sputtering, wet form of a fully clothed, formerly dry Hermione. She
began shouting something and jumped and stomped her foot just a little.
Obviously they had caught her by surprise, and even thought she did not
look particularly angry, she also did not seem pleased at the new state of
things. Ron and Harry started to splash one another, but Draco no longer
had any interest in their banal activities because Hermione was beginning
to strip off her sodden clothing on piece at a time. Her pants came off
first and he thought he was seeing a tantalizing peek at her panties when
with a jolt of disappointment he saw her take off her top to reveal a
bathing suit. They had obviously planned on going swimming from the start.
While Hermione brushed out her hair and wound it into a bun, Draco took
time to admire her form. She must have filled out a few years earlier,
because no one could have gone from frizzy haired nothing to. that in but a
year. Her form fuzzed at the edges as he was losing control of the scry,
and when she almost spilled out of the top of her suit before catching it
(after giving a quick look around to make sure no one saw) she fuzzed out
completely. Draco tried to recapture her image, but failed. There was no
way he could keep his head straight at the moment. He had suddenly formed
some plans to consider.
Walking up the stairs he felt vaguely unsettled. Merely looking at Granger
had made his palms itch just a little to touch that fair skin. Hell, he
wanted to do more than just touch it. His aroused state was uncomfortable,
but her refused to relieve himself as he prided his own ability to control
himself. This attraction to Granger would have to be dealt with, and he
knew what needed to happen no matter the consequences. If he needed her,
then he would take her, and bring her here. At least he wouldn't be bored
Hermione's summer was off to a fabulous start. Ron and Harry were
marvelous fun and they spent all their time together. Soon Ron would be
traveling with Hagrid to see his brother and the dragons. Hagrid, who
desperately wanted to work with dragons again, had talked Ron into the
jaunt and with Ron in his last year this would be an ideal time to use Ron
visiting his brother before Ron was too busy with other things. The trip
would take Ron away for almost the entire summer. Harry and Hermione were
not so excited to go to central Europe because of all the political
problems, even if it was in the woods, and so didn't press the issue when
Hagrid said it would be too dangerous for the two of them to go as well.
Ron had already promised to write every day, and Harry and Hermione knew
very well that he probably would if to nothing but complain about the
prolonged camping trip.
Harry and she were planning to go all through London to clubs and to hear
all sorts of music as she and he had not spent much time in the Muggle
world and wanted to have some of the normal teenage experiences that other
kids their age did. Movies, dancing, and all sorts of fun were in order.
Ron was very irritated that he had to miss all the fun, but admitted he was
still excited to see his brother and to learn a little more about dragons
and maybe he'd go around in other countries and see the Muggle sights
there. Vaguely unsure how to tell him about the general uneasiness in that
part of the world, they figured that Hagrid would keep him safe enough and
told him that that sounded like a great idea. But all that was for the
future, and there was no reason to linger on thoughts of their impending
separation. For a moment there was a feathery sensation in the back of her
mind, it faded a little and she dismissed it as a bug flew in front of her.
Tying up her hair, she thought she felt something again, only stronger.
Finishing tying up her bun, and after readjusting her suit I guess I need
to go buy a bigger one!, Hermione jumped into the water, ignoring her
uneasy feeling as a result of dwelling on the separation from Ron that was
impending in a couple days.
Immediately, she was attacked by her two overzealous friends and totally
soaked by a large wave of shrieking happy friends. The water fight that
ensued was juvenile, ridiculous, and totally unworthy of their mature
teenage mentality, but none of them cared at that moment except that it was
a hot day and they were playing in the water. Soon, tired and happy they
began to lazily swim across the small lake. Harry got out to sun himself
on the shore while Ron tried to get some of the gritty dirt out of his hair
that Harry had rubbed in there during a particularly underhanded move in
the water fight. Hermione made lazy circles in the water, lying on her
back and feeling the sun warm her stomach. It was a good day, a great day,
one of the best she'd ever had. There was no way that that feeling could
have been broken, and she could hold on to this brief moment of youthful
A cold hand grabbed her leg from beneath the water, and Hermione screamed
as loud and as hard as she could immediately losing her buoyancy and
landing right on the sneaky form of Ron who was the culprit who had just
given her a fright.
"Ron! That was a horrid thing to do!" She sputtered and coughed out a
little water as Harry laughed himself into hiccups on the shore.
"Oh come on, Mione, it's not like you got hurt or anything." His smile
became sly. "Besides, you never know when the great Loch Ness Ron will
"I still think you're a horrible, immature, cruel." she dissolved into
laughter as Ron began to tickle her. She sank down into the water again,
as she couldn't keep treading water in that state. Sputtering, she
resurfaced and splashed him as she jetted away to the shore in a false
huff. Swimming quickly behind her, Ron pounced a couple more times before
giving up on Hermione's superior swimming ability as she stayed well ahead
of him. Ron and Hermione laid down on the shore next to Harry. Tired, a
little hungry, and drying in the sun, they looked at the trees and the bugs
that darted over the water.
"So what happens next year?" Harry said quietly.
"We get a year older, we graduate." Said Ron.
"We figure out what we want to do in the world and get jobs, I guess."
"I haven't really thought out what I want to do that well." Ron started
"There are so many options, and the opportunities are spread out wide
before all of us. Especially you two, although I must say I've already had
an offer or two to take up some Ministry positions next year. Although
entering the Ministry was not my first thought."
"I always saw myself teaching, I suppose. I mean, I would love to go on
learning until I can't cram a single other thing in my brain, but that's
not too practical. Then there is always the option of research.
Researching ancient forms of magic would be a wonderful way to spend some
years and gain some experience.. Maybe travel some too." Hermione's voice
took on a wistful far away quality. She had spent a lot of time thinking
about her future, it's part of what had given her such drive in her
"So Harry, what about you? Auror?" Ron raised an eyebrow. "You could
write a book and make gads of money. I could just see it, Hell on a Dollar
a Day by H. Potter, and you could make even more money with book signings
with lots of young women screaming and fainting in front of you." Hermione
was softly chuckling and Harry was giving his friend a lop sided smile that
bode playful trouble if he continued. Standing up he began to imitate the
supposed fainting women. "Oh Mr. Potter! Eeeeee! Oh my heart." and down
he crumpled in a neat heap at Harry's feet.
"Beautiful performance, you should take up acting Ron. I know several soap
operas who are dying for your kind of talent." Harry shoved Ron hard and
he rolled down the embankment into the water with a soft plop. Flipping
over, he began to swim a bit again, enjoying the cool of the water on his
"But really Harry, what are you going to do?" Hermione's voice was soft and
"I'm not sure, really." He brought his knees up under his chin. "I suppose
the expected thing is to be an Auror, or something terribly dangerous and
heroic. You know I've never been one for decisive decisions far in
advance. When it comes down to it, I'll know what to do. I just hope I
"Of course you won't Harry," Hermione said forcefully. "We're young yet
anyway, and have at least a whole year in front of us with no worries."
"I hope you're rig.. YOU GIT!" Harry jumped up and made a flying leap at
Ron who had just sprayed them with cold water, shocking them both into
expressions that gave him fits of hysterics. Apparently, playfulness ran
in more Weasleys than just the twins. There was to be no more talk of
futures that day when there was so much tangible, delirious present.
Books were spread all throughout the library. Some of them open, face
down, spine cracked, pages slightly ripped, but nothing that a little bit
of magic couldn't fix. The maids would have a tough time of it this
evening cleaning up, as there were only two of them for the whole house and
this alone would take a couple hours. But then, Draco didn't really care
what sort of messes other people had to clean up for him. Cursing loudly
and vehemently he tossed another book to the floor from the ladder he stood
on. There had to be something useful up there. He knew that they had the
damn book, unless someone stole it at some point in recent years. But that
couldn't be, as the library had enough magic protecting its precious, and
sometimes illegal, contents that it hadn't been pilfered in several
decades. At least not stolen from successfully.
Then he found it. A low hiss of pleasure inadvertently escaped through his
front teeth. Ah yes, Memory Charms and their Uses. Perfect. Excellent.
Superb. He gave a low laugh.
Better notify the maids to make up one of the more remote guest bedrooms,
one of the. secure ones. He was expecting company, even if they didn't
know they were coming.
Hermione and Harry waved goodbye to Ron as he returned home by way of flu
powder. They had had a small party at Hermione's house for which her
mother had graciously made food and drink for several Gryffindors,
Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs as well as for Hagrid so that Ron could be sent
off in style for the summer. Everyone else had cleared out long before,
with Hagrid and Ron being the last to leave. The room was adrift in broken
streamers, brightly colored and listless now that their use was through.
There would be quite a lot of cleaning up to do, even though the party had
not been rowdy.
"You want any of this food, Harry?" Hermione's mother asked "Certainly we
don't need much of the leftovers and I'd hate to think of what those nasty
relat. you know it isn't my place to say anything, pardon me dear." She
gave Harry a pat on the head and gathered up some green streamers.
"You're really very lucky Hermione," Harry started "I wish I had a loving
family to go home to."
"Black will get on the right side of the law eventually, as soon as the
bureaucrats get it all straight that he's not dangerous. Otherwise, you
only have to stick it out for one more year." Giving a crinkly smile she
gave him a hug. "Now help me get this food put away before the sauces turn
in this heat."
"It's terribly hot isn't it?" Harry, and indeed everyone cleaning, was
sweating, and the room was still oppressive from when everyone was around
and talking and laughing. "But it was nice to see everyone for a little
while. It's a shame so many of them are leaving for the summer holiday as
"Well, most people's families want to spend the summer with them before
they run away after next year. It's understandable that most people won't
be too available." Hermione's scowl at the stain on the carpet made her
somewhat comic. "Certainly we'll have a hard time of it trying to find
people to go clubbing with us."
"What a dreadful thing to call it," Harry remarked. "A bit like we are
back in the Stone Age trying to find dinner or something. Or it is as if
we are part of some gladiatorial game."
"The point is that we need to go out and start acting more like typical
teenagers and get a taste of what it is like before we enter the real
world. I for one will be happy to experience a little careless fun, so
we're going out tomorrow right?" Harry nodded. "But do you know where
we're going to go?"
"Well, I've got the car from my parents but I need to be home by one on
pain of death or suspension of insurance." Hermione scrubbed at a
solidified glop of something on the wood surface of the table with a
sponge. "Or death. I don't really know which is worse. I suppose we could
just drive into the city and take our chances."
Harry looked vaguely nervous. "I've been thinking that, well, we don't
exactly look like most of the other kids our age." He paused a moment as
the thought formed more completely. "We don't follow the same trends, and
are essentially out of it. I mean, we aren't even in on most of the trends
of the wizard world unless we are at school. I don't know about you, but
being essentially locked in the house all summer has not been conductive to
being 'in style'. What do you think that other people will make of us?"
Hermione stopped scrubbing the table a moment. "I see your point." She
paused a few moments more. "I suppose all there is for it is to go
shopping and find out what people our age wear so that we can at least look
normal even if we don't know what sort of slang or trends are popular at
the moment. Do you have a little money?" Harry nodded, as naturally he
had plenty for whatever he needed as long as it was not excessive. "I've
got a bit saved as well, and I think that we can get at least a couple
outfits worth to make us look, um, cool."
Harry and Hermione finished helping clean and Harry took off for home with
flu powder, promising that they'd go shopping tomorrow afternoon in
preparation for tomorrow night. Although Hermione smiled confidently and
appeared to have all the answers, she herself worried some about how she
and Harry would relate to other people their age. There was plenty that
could go wrong, and she didn't want to be thought weird and hence
unapproachable on their first try at being in the normal teenage scene.
One especially worrying thing was what they would look like. Their
inexperience would probably be as obvious as if they had painted
"innocents" on their clothing even if they were very competent in magic.
Magic didn't give you good people skills. Magic didn't make you naturally
likable. Bah. It was just another skill, and she was good at picking up
on things quickly.
Looking down at her plain cotton skirt, plaid, knee-length, and her white
cotton shirt she began to wonder what it would be like to be in daring
clothing. Something that showed some thigh, and possibly. off the shoulder
a little on the shirt. Her wardrobe was practical, and useful. It
contained everything she needed to get around a busy school and be
perfectly well dressed and comfortable. There were robes over everyone
anyway so it ultimately didn't matter what you wore. Might as well be
comfortable. In her experience, beauty was not only pain but extreme
discomfort, (which can be much worse than pain). Even as she was not ugly,
she made no pretense at great beauty. It just didn't mean that much to
her. But now it would have to. She needed something to go out in, and she
didn't exactly know where to get clothes like that. Certainly not
department stores, as they would only possess normal clothes like the kind
that were her normal sensible ones. It would be time consuming, but she
was sure that eventually someone would direct her and Harry to a place
where they could get something decent to look like normal youth. She
heaved a soulful sigh as she arranged couch cushions.
Tomorrow would be busy, and it was too late to do anything more than look
in a phone book for interesting sounding shops as nothing was open at thing
late in the evening. Might as well go read a bit more from nest year's
text books as it was a couple hours until midnight and she wouldn't be able
to get to sleep fast in this heat until it got to be a bit later.
It was so complicated. The way the spell worked he would need to expend an
enormous amount of energy doing what he needed to do, every day he would
have to renew it as well otherwise it would weaken and fade out all
together. But he only needed to do it on two people if he did it well, and
maintaining it once cast would be only a minimal energy drain. He could
see why so few people used it as it had to have someone fairly devoted to
keeping it going and it was much more worthwhile to devote that energy to
something else more potent and permanent. But for his purposes it was
ideal. The rest of the problems could be dealt with as they popped up.
The best way to deal with it was make the whole thing as air tight as
possible. It only needed to be effective before 5 weeks were up, then his
parents would get back from their vacation and he would have more training.
Maintaining it that long would make him weak, and he would surely be
punished for doing badly if he didn't stop at least a little bit early. No
rest for the wicked. His mother was fond of saying that with a queer
little smile playing on her thin lips. Draco licked his own thin dry lips
before putting down the book he had been studying intensely for many hours.
He would need materials, but they were easy to come by. He would need
opportunity, which was less easy to come by, but he could create
opportunity. The scrying crystal would be a great help there, and soon
enough a window would open. Then he had to be ready to move at a moment's
It would take three days at least to prepare everything and get it all set
down. Bringing out a piece of parchment and a quill and inkpot he began to
sketch out a rough draft of how it would go. Brilliant. He would have
three weeks, maximum, then two weeks to recover his energy and strength and
no one would be the wiser. If the staff ratted on him, he didn't
particularly care. There were excuses he could make. Or he could just
lie. His father didn't care as long as he covered up his tracks. That
would be easy enough, as long as he kept enough energy for the last spell.
but that was a ways away. Looking down, he began to make a list of what he
Lamenting again and again the current state of fashion, Hermione pulled off
a shirt in the dressing room knowing that she would never be able to find
something that was acceptable. It was intrinsically unfair that Harry had
been so deucedly easy to shop for whereas it was taking forever to shop for
her. Harry waited outside the ladies dressing rooms looking very
uncomfortable and awkward as pretty young girls with nice clothes passed by
and giggled. His red cheeks made his new look slightly less cool but much
more adorable. Large jeans, some interesting shirt combinations, and some
sunglasses were all that he really needed, and with his newly spiked hair
(not that it had needed much help, just a little styling) he made a very
attractive picture. A couple suits too that were quite acceptable.
However, holding a girls purse in the ladies section of a highly trendy and
alternative shop in a remote part of town did not exactly instill lots of
confidence in him for his new look. Hermione, understanding his
discomfort, was trying to go as fast as possible but the state of things
couldn't be helped. She'd try on something and it would look nice but be
too revealing, then another thing that seemed to be pretty but fit like a
paper bag around her middle, but she had had some success in that she found
one shirt that she liked and an attractive pair of low cut jeans.
".mion. ee.. Soon. ple.." The mumble was low but distinctively Harry from
"Hermione we need to go soon, please," she could practically hear the blush
in his voice "I don't know how much more of this I can take."
"Ten more minutes and then I promise we'll be out of here. Just be
grateful I don't have to go buy makeup too. Although I do need to get
shoes after this." His groan made her smile. She sighed as she faced the
last garments in a pile by her side. Picking up a skit she renewed her
There was some rustling from the dressing room and Harry waited somewhat
impatiently for Hermione to emerge. When she did she did not look happy,
but there was no distinctive disappointment so Harry assumed all would be
well. After all, his shopping had gone so quickly that he couldn't imagine
why hers was so time consuming. Being so picky, but knowing what she
wanted, made the shoe shopping go quickly enough and they made their way
back to Hermione's so that she could change and get ready for their first
attempt to paint the town red. He didn't have to wait too long, but the
Hermione that strode into the living room was slightly different than the
one he had expected. Since it was still warm in the night, she had gone
for a tank top that exposed a fair amount of her midriff in a pattern with
lots of Japanese characters on the material, some black Capri pants, and
black with white striped platform tennis shoes. Her makeup was striking
and exotic, with black eyeliner and blue lipstick.
"I feel like a clown Harry." She grimaced as she tried to cover up some of
her bare middle. "Among other things."
"Well, you look lovely. Besides, you aren't the one who is going to be
wearing sunglasses at night." He gave a lopsided smile. "I'm the real
"Oh hush, that's why we bought you different colors." Hermione pulled him
through the front door towards the car. "Now let's get moving since it's
already 9 and it takes almost an hour to get somewhere and park, and if I'm
going to be in this getup then someone better damn well see me besides
"That's all well and good but where are we going.?"
"Wherever the music is loudest!"
So what's this, thought Draco, pretty little Hermione is going out dancing
at night? The scry dissolved immediately as he couldn't keep his thoughts
on the surroundings themselves. The way she looked had been new and
provocative, for her, at any rate. It had only made him even happier that
the project was going forward so smoothly. Plans swirled instead where
images had momentarily before existed. It was too easy, and he wished she
had at least made it difficult a little bit. No matter, she and wonder boy
Potter could do the town as much as they wanted as long as two days from
now they were gone for at least three hours from Hermione's house. That's
how long it would take to put the spell on her parents. It was quite
ingenious really. The spell was designed to integrate with past memories
making the new memories absolutely seamless, and when the spell itself was
used up then the false memories would evaporate leaving a blank spot in
which most people didn't even miss. They would most likely assume whatever
happened most frequently had been the reality. No harm, not traceable, but
needing constant maintenance it was still illegal to practice due to its
insidious nature. The parents would believe what he needed them to believe
and then they would forget it. Hermione he would fix by putting a memory
charm on her at the end. She would forget everything, her parents would
forget, and everyone would assume that they had been doing what they had
been doing for the past few weeks. Routine was a beautiful thing. The
only one who could mess everything up was Potter. He needed to get that
nasty scarred little prat out of the way for a few weeks.
Walking up the steps he tried to think of something convincing. Just
removing Potter would be difficult and suspicious. What would be effective
as a short but undeniable removal from Hermione's presence for three weeks?
The problem didn't trouble him for long as he realized that a trip
somewhere would remove Harry quite simply from the picture just as his
parents had been made absent. Those ghastly muddy Dursleys were as common
as they came, and would be greedy enough not to question a free vacation
to, oh, India. Draco smiled hideously, but not from pleasure. It would be
expensive, it would be suspicious, but they were too stupid to think about
why it was wrong. Maybe if he had it be that Harry won and that he had to
go if the rest were to, then they would insist on taking him. Otherwise
they would leave him behind for sure and doom the whole project.
It would be a pittance to send four people to India for three weeks or
more. He could put down some rubbish about how they'd be the envy of all
their friends, or whatever it was that those Muggle travel brochures said.
The point was Potter would soon be gone. When Granger went to see Harry
off at the airport, then for sure he could have someone delay her so that
he could enchant her parents. Then when she got home that evening.
Now the smile, equally hideous, was one of pleasure and anticipation.
"I'm so sorry Hermione, I really am. We were just starting to get to know
some people and go to some really interesting places." Harry looked
frazzled and apologetic.
"I know. Who knew that something like this would happen? I mean, it seems
pretty fishy, but then why would the dark forces want you to be with your
whole family and someplace like India as well? It just doesn't make sense
and I don't like it." She gave Harry a hug. "You take care, and write me
lots, even if it is regular mail. I'll probably get it the day after you
get back anyway."
"C'mon you rotten little baggage! We can't go without you!" Mr. Dursley,
dressed in ridiculous looking shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, looked
menacingly at Harry and then stalked back to his waiting wife and son.
"Better get going. 'Mione take care. Careful in the clubs alone, I mean,
I won't be there to protect you anymore." Harry hugged his friend back
before picking up his bag and walking back towards the Dursleys.
Hermione waved him goodbye and sighed. She would probably not go to any
clubs. Not for another three weeks at least. She would probably just stay
at home and read. Ultimately, she would be half right, but she had no idea
as she waved what was happening at her house. In fact, even when the car
got a flat and she got no response from home she still wasn't alarmed. It
was a Saturday and her parents could have gone out shopping or something,
and it was easy enough to call a tow truck. She was a capable and
intelligent young woman and she did not fear getting a flat tire here or
there. Then the tow truck man with the new tire was so slow that she felt
it took hours for him to get there let alone get the tire changed and ready
for her to drive on it again. But eventually it was finished, and she gave
him the billing information a bit crossly as at this point she was ready to
go and maybe change her clothes since it had been a terribly hot day and
the sweat was rolling down her back in sticky droplets. Soon enough Harry
would probably be in worse heat. Or maybe it was the monsoon season, or
something equally interesting. Stifling her loneliness at thoughts of
Harry and Ron, she pulled into the driveway with a satisfying crank of the
steering wheel. The house was quiet and she went to the bathroom
immediately to take a cool shower and get the dirt of the road, (or more
accurately the side of the road) off of her. The water was heavenly, and
soon enough she was dried off and changed into some of her regular plain
Selecting a book to read, she made her way downstairs to get some water and
ice. Holding the ice tray, she turned to find that Draco Malfoy was
leaning against her kitchen counter. With a gasp the tray fell with a
clatter and the glass-like sound of ice shattering on the floor. Her first
thought was where she had put her wand. upstairs and eternities of space
away in this situation. Malfoy had the upper hand, and she stilled as if
spotlights had been flashed onto her, but her heart beat that much faster
in cold fear.
"You have nothing to be afraid of, Granger. In fact, I'm sure you'll find
that there may even be something to be glad of." The smirk was evil and he
knew it. "You're parents are safe. They're taking a nap at the moment
actually. You see, the past couple of hours have been very trying for all
"What did you do to them?" The anger under the fear was obvious and
growing. The protectiveness was edged with a sense of confusion as to why
he was doing something so aggressive and incriminating.
"Nothing really. Nothing that they'd ever notice, or anyone else for that
matter." He paused a moment. "Maybe you, I suppose." He walked towards
her, wand out and ready in case she tried anything to pick up the discarded
ice tray from the floor and place it on a counter. "You see, they are now
convinced that you are home right now but unavailable to talk and very very
"Well, you see, as long as you are home but reclusive then no one will ask
where you are?"
"And where shall I be?"
"Why, I'm ever so glad you asked!" his eyes lit up, giving them a healthy
sparkle. He moved closely next to her so that lips were close to her right
ear. "With me of course." he whispered. As her eyes widened in shock Draco
gave a large step back and shouted out something quickly just as Hermione
made to dive behind the counter in the middle of the kitchen to get out of
range. She was too late and fell heavily to the ground in a deep sleep.
Grimacing, because the way she had hit the floor would probably leave a few
painful bruises, Draco dragged her body over to the fireplace. Throwing in
the floo powder, he felt assured. Things had gone better than he thought