HERMIONE AND DRACO'S CLOSE ENCOUNTER WITH A BLANKET SCENARIO FIC!
PG For a litte swearing.
PART 1
"Damn," said Hermione to herself. "Damn, damn, damn." Neither Harry
or Ron heard, neither did they notice the source of Hermione's annoyance.
How could she have added her crushed beetles to her potion before her
essence of belladonna? It was totally unlike her to make a mistake.
Around her, everyone was busily working, keeping quiet and on task lest
they incur the wrath of their teacher, Severus Snape. Quickly, Hermione
tried to repair her mistake. She was so absorbed in her work, she didn't
see one of her least favourite people, Draco Malfoy, come up behind her.
He pushed her gently and the contents of her cauldron slopped onto the floor.
"Shit!" She muttered under her breath. Hermione was suddenly extremely,
unreasonably angry. How dare he push her around like that! Hermione
knew perfectly well that Snape wouldn't do anything about Malfoy, who had
moved off, snickering with his two Hulk-like cronies Crabbe and Goyle.
No, it was up to Hermione to take matters into her own hands.
She knew just the spell ..... "Malfoy!" She called gently, making her
voice sweet, athough she was sure Malfoy wasn't fooled. Harry shot her
a puzzled look.
She would get in trouble over this, but it was more than worth it to get
back at that son of a bitch. As he came into range, she drew out her
wands and whispered the words ......
Draco blinked. Was he dreaming? Only a minute before, he had been in
the Potions classroom making a Growth potion, and now all he could see
was white, white all around them. It took him a minute to realise that
the whiteness was snow - it surrounded him on all four sides. Snow was
also falling gently around him, and suddenly the force of the temperature
hit him. It was *freezing.*
Then, through the dazzling white, he saw something. A lone figure,
dressed in black robes. As they came closer, he thought, that looks
like ....
"Oh, it's you," Hermione said disgustedly.
Draco felt rather the same way. To be stuck in the middle of who-knows-where
ws bad enough, but with that bossy Granger bitch...... Still, there
were more pressing concerns. "What are you doing here?" He demanded.
She sniffed, flakes of snow beginning to rest on her head and shoulders.
Her arms were wrapped around herself, and she was shivering, as Draco
was. But she said, in superior tones, "Well, I should have thought that
was *obvious.*"
"What is not clear to me," said Draco icily, as if talking to an idiot -
which in his opinion he was, "Is why two minutes ago we were sitting in
Potions class, and now we are in the middle of freezing no where with no
way to get back."
"Really, Malfoy," Granger returned sarcastically. "I hadn't noticed."
When he just stood and glared at her, she tossed her head and said
snootily, "It's obvious, isn't it? We're trapped inside a BLANKET
SCENARIO FIC. Whoever is writing this obviously intervened when I was
about to turn you into a slug, and brought us here instead."
All of a sudden, a blizzard began to blow up. Draco was chilled to the
bone as a deluge of icy snow enveloped them. He could barely see
Granger, who was no more than a metre away from him.
"SO HOW DO WE GET OUT OF HERE?" He yelled at her over the noise of the
blizzard.
"That's for the writer to decide!" She shouted back, the strong wind
whipping strands of her hair against her face. "But soon - the cabin."
All of a sudden they both noticed the vague dark outline of a cabin,
only just noticable even though it was only ten metres or so away. In
the midst of the storm beating at them, Hermione seemed to sigh, resigned,
as if thinking, let's get this over with. He didn't understand why.
What was all this cabin scenario shit she was going on about anyway?
Granger started to walk towards the cabin, which was difficult given the
storm. She didn't look back to see if he, Draco, was following. Bitch,
he thought. He didn't care if she didn't like him, but leaving him out
here to die? (A/N: that is just *mean.*) He hurried towards the cabin
too, completely numb by this time yet burning inside himself to tell
that Granger exactly what she had coming to her.