We were alone. They'd really done this to us. When they said get alone or else I never thought they'd go this far! Malfoy was at my side, his wrist was chained to mine with an invisible link. I knew because I just finished my last attempt to get away from him. It looks as though they kidnapped him in the night too. He was clad in a pair of maroon night pants and a grey shirt. I could tell the shirt was a last minute addition because of the odd way it bunched around his arms. I tugged again, not caring if I took his bloody arm with me, but no. I couldn't move. I was stuck with this git in a t shirt and a pair of ridiculously short shorts. I peered around looking at nothing in particular only to find a neat raven bob yanking furiously against the restraints. Four or five groups littered the floor some awake, but most unconscious. Malfoy groaned beside me. A deadly expression crossed his features when he realized his precious potions master betrayed him.
"Nice legs, mudblood."
"Nice pants, ferret."
Silence again the mind searing pain radiated through my shoulder.
"Merlin, Malfoy. That hurts!" I snapped. He didn't even look up as he yanked again. My other hand snaked up and punched the hell out of him.
"What the hell mudblood," he snarled.
"I said that hurts. Which -in this language- means STOP IT YOU GIT." He stopped trying to take my arm off but that didn't stop him from trying to bite his own off.
"You're being dramatic Malfoy," I sighed. He didn't acknowledge me, but he did stop trying to eat through his own flesh.
"There's no God," he muttered. When the last three people woke up (Blaise, Ginny, and Ron) Dumbledore appeared. I was sore when I realized a killing curse wouldn't kill a hologram. (It was the only thing I wished Draco had success in.)
"Now now students, harsh words and illegal curses won't help you here. From this moment on you without wands will be magicless, but fear not, each of you is partnered with someone who can perform wandless magic." Since it wasn't me I sighed in dismay. I was going to die here. "The bonds on your wrist can only be broken when you return to Hogwarts. There are supplies outside of the tent. You all can either travel in groups or in your assigned pairs, but do remember that if your partners don't survive the journey to Hogwarts you will be forever chained to them no matter what you cut off. Have fun you all." With that he was gone, leaving all of us to stare dumbfounded at the space he'd been in.
"Up up up, mudblood. The sooner I get away from you the better."
"Ditto," I grumbled. His long strides were nearly impossible to keep up with and I found myself stumbling after him.
He inspected each of the bags, if it passed his inspection he would pass it to me to see what I thought. This one was full of muggle camping equipment and water canteens. It was heavy to say the least and I could feel the magic resistance in it. It would have to be shouldered and carried.
"How strong are you ferret?" He was very lean, leaving me to believe he couldn't shoulder half of his body weight let alone this camping bag.
"Strong enough." I rolled my eyes at him.
"Stop being prat and answer the question!" He snorted at me and went through another bag. I dug in the bag and was just about to hack his wrist off with a fish gutting knife when Harry stopped him.
"He's not worth it, besides it probably wouldn't unlink you and then you'd have to hack off his other hand too just so you could sleep at night. Ignore the git. If he's not strong enough to carry it then he should have answered when you all were picking."
"You're the only thing keeping me from Azkaban." I sighed truthfully. He grinned and went back to rifling through bags.
"You were going to slice me up just for not answering you? And you said I was dramatic. I'll carry the bloody tent, now you pick another useful bag." I did as he suggested, searching diligently for a map and a compass. When I finally found it it was laying upon girls and boys clothing along with soap shampoo lotions and other luxuries.
"We can catch our own food and magically purify the water so we should be okay."
"Okay, let's go." He pulled the bag on his shoulders.
"But what about Ron and Ginny? He said we can work in groups and I fully intend to do so. There's less chance of me dying that way."
"We aren't waiting," he said with finality, "I have the magic and I have the muscle." He yanked me just to prove a point, "so I call the shots." He started dragging me out of the camp and in a desperate attempt to stay with people I trusted...I kneed him. He went red and hit his knees holding his crotch.
"Mudblood bitch," he rasped. I grinned triumphantly.
"Like I said," I cheesed, "I'm waiting." He didn't try yanking me again, but he didn't stop harassing me. He whined and groaned and stomped his large pure feet until he tuckered himself out, then, just like a child, he pouted. Ron, Harry, and Ginny finally appeared, all of them held large bags on their backs. Blaise looked only slightly less peeved than Draco at being stuck with a blood traitor. Then there was Ron who looked downright mirderous. He was carrying his bag despite how Pansy was clearly struggling.
"Ronald," I snapped. He snarled at me and I growled at him. With a roll of his sky blue eyes he took her back pack.
"I can take care of myself, mudblood." She sneered. I rolled my eyes.
"Pretend for a second that you're not a bitch and just say thank you," I yawned, "now let's go. I'm tired of all of you."
There was a murmur of agreeance amongst them when Luna's dreamy voice shattered the tension.
"I rather like you all. Draco is particularly entertaining." He glared at the blond, but she only wandered beside Harry looking rather lost. When he realized his glaring was worthless he huffed.
"She's right." I said after a few more minutes. It was clear how bored everyone was walking in silence, "he is entertaining."
I could see him battling with his two separate natures, curiosity and spite. Finally the latter one out.
"How so?"
"Well every time you do something un-Malfoy-ish you stop and puff out your chest as if pretending will destroy the evidence. It's almost like you're trying to decide if you want to be Draco or Malfoy." He opened his mouth to speak, but I stopped him, "you can be Draco. We don't care. Pansy will worship you regardless. Blaise doesn't seem to care either way, and Harry, Ron, and I don't matter to you regardless."
"Preach," Blaise said from beside Ginny.
"No one asked for your analysis mudblood," Pansy screeched. I turned around slowly, giving Malfoy a chance to adjust.
"Don't you get it Pansy? I don't care. I am a mudblood. Okay? The point is. I'm smarter than you. I'm prettier than you. I'm kinder than you are. In the end I'm so much more than you are so why won't you give it up. We aren't 12 anymore, you'll have to come a little harder than 'mudblood' sweetie." With a sweet smile I turned with a flourish and headed forward. I heard Malfoy mutter, 'damn' accompanied by a few sniggering noises from my friends.
"She forgot to add her superior body to the list," I heard Blaise tell Ginny. Ginny snorted.
"And her walk. Pansy walks like she's got something stuck in her ass."
"Hermione moves like a little goddess."
"It seems like you've got yourself a fan club," Malfoy snorted. "In my opinion Pansy's better. She's graceful, with silky straight hair, and a petite figure. I can't imagine what they see in you and your elephant hips." I chuckled.
"For a Slytherin you sure are a bad liar." I told him, "Muggles call what I have 'baby making' hips." I watched his eyes dip hesitantly, they locked on my chest before slowly hitting my hips.
"Merlin Granger," he rumbled, "when did that happen?" I shrugged.
"Don't worry about it," I linked my free arm with Harry's.
"Malfoy's never seen hips like those," Blaise told Ginny, "and he's not gonna stop until he's written his name on them."
"Fat chance, Hermione is very picky. She didn't even lay Ron and would've sat on his haunches and begged for it."
"Then who," Blaise asked curious. I didn't much care that they were gossiping about me, but Malfoy was red.
"That's new." I said, motioning to the color on his cheeks.
"Didn't know you cared, Granger."
"I don't. I'm just making conversation. At this point I'd take arguing."
"Blaise is right though," he said finally, "Slytherin's Prince will have Gryffindors Princess."
"That will never happen," I assured him, "I don't care if my hormones were on ecstasy and you were the last wizard on Earth! I would sooner let a witch get me off then let you fail at something else."
"Fatality!" Blaise screamed.
"Finish him," Ginny screamed after him. Malfoy took my back and ruffled my hair.
"Hi, I'm Draco." Then he leaned close to my ear, causing my heart to jump slightly. His voice was deep, causing his voice to rumble, "and I fully intend to charm those knickers off before we get back to Hogwarts."
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