A/N : I don't understand why I can't get enough of dramione. They are so captivating even though it has become a typical plot. Go on, read mine. Review. Let me know what do you think of it...

Chapter 1

"You are nothing but a troubled child. A seriously troubled one." She said, exasperated.
"A child! Look-"
"No you look. I have enough on my head right now than your stupid tantrums.".

"I have never done anything like this in my life. Which part of that you didn't get!"

"Yeah, I have been working my ass off with these since birth!"
"Way you speak Granger!"
"I would rather tend to my hunger right now than my manners. And don't make me lose my patience now. Or you won't be getting any of that ."

"I don't anyway fancy gulping that down."
She slapped the shawl across his chest and gave him the dirtiest glare she could manage and stomped off the other side. "Yeah, stay all mighty as you can!"
He too glared at her figure jumping down the stones, below the small bump, and made a snorting sound. He bent down and picked up her shawl. He gave another snort and jerked it to throw off the dust. He threw the shawl on his shoulder and followed her, his wand at ready.

She stood beneath the tree, looking up. She had her extra clothes stripped off.

"Well, why can't we just use magic-?

Her eyes darted to the figure coming closer. " Yeah sure and get landed up trouble? No thanks. If you won't gonna help, atleast keep your mouth shut."

"Who is gonna keep watch all day long! You tend to be over conscious very time." He said, as he stood near her.

"Shut up." She barked back.

"What tells you they will be watching over us?"

"Common sense."

"That's the price you being too humble, you ought to know that Granger!"

"Shut up."

"Why? Fancy spending nights with me in the forest?"

Hermione reached for her wand and sped towards him. They were a few centimeters apart then as she poked her wand below his chin.

"In case you didn't notice, I am saving your skin here, Malfoy." She sneered in one breadth. Her eyebrows knitted further into itself as she poked the wand deeper. Draco caught her hand midway.

"I didn't ask for that favor."

Hermione snorted. "Like I would have listened to it if you did dare ask. I am doing what I have to even if I don't want to."

"Well then, I don't need your protection." He said, his tone played mocking on the last word.

"Even now and then, you are just as worthless." She jerked off her hands from him and went back near the tree.

xxxxxxx

Both were sitted at opposite sides, facing each other with the bonfire in between. Draco kept poking the fire with a stick as Hermione finished off the last fruit. The night had fallen and the temperature dropped down. Chilly wind bade the way almost threatening to extinguish the fire.

Hermione then took the work she started before day fall, to make a bow. She had already tied a fresh creeper on one end and was bending the other end to fit in the knot. The stick bend unwillingly, almost threatening to break. With a whooshing sound, it went loose at one end of the stick, striking Hermione's face with its sharp end. She sat up with a yelp. Draco crossed the distance between them and sat down near her, keeping the bow aside.

"One should be careful with these things. Lucky it missed your eye." He said looking at her face. A slight gash was dripping with blood, just under her eye.

"It's fine." She said, pushing him away.

"Of course it is. It didn't go deep. Only a small scratch. Just stop being stubborn and apply some of your saliva."

"Sorry?" Hermione looked at him confused. Did she hear him right?

"You heard me. Your saliva. We don't have anything here anyway. Saliva is the best option."

She gave a look at his way. Hesitating, she brought her finger's tip near her mouth. She eyes narrowed a bit as she slowly brought it more closer.

"Yeah, go on. I am the only one here. Nothing to be ashamed of."

"I am not- it's just that it's dirty."

Draco then took the bow as she applied some grudgingly.

"Here hold this side." Draco said, giving her to hold the string as he bend the stick. Within a minute, the bow was done.

"There you go." Draco said pulling the string. "Two hands are better than one."

Hermione took up another stick and started sharpening it's one side. Draco didn't move back to his place nor Hermione said anything. It was dark and scary at night in the forest and both needed each other. Both silently agreed to that fact.

Draco was unmistakably bored as he almost brought the fire down as he poked it quiet hard. Hermione gave a "tsk" sound from behind.

"Okay, I am bored."

"Great news."

"How about we do something?"

"It's dark anyway. Go and sleep."

"I want to talk."

Hermione didn't respond to that. She knew what he would ask. And as always, she didn't have anything new to say.

"So...", Draco began slowly. " Did Weaslely or Potter tried to contact you? "

Hermione cleared her throat. "You would know if they did!"

"If you are not telling me-"

"They don't know where I am. How would they contact me?"

"You are smart. I thought you would have found out a way."

"Well, I didn't."

"They were like your best friends or something, why-" Draco added a little laugh. "I thought you were Weasley's girlfriend of sorts. Even he-"

"Yeah didn't. Now, can we stop talking about it!"

"Fine then. What did you promise my mother?"

"I promised her I won't tell you that."

Draco cursed jerking his head the other way.

"You won't die telling me."

"Maybe, something of that kind."

"Don't tell me! You made the Unforgivable Vow with my mother." Draco said, jumping to her side.

"Don't be stupid."

"You didn't then? Well, about my father. Did you see him alive and escaping from the mob while apparthating here?"

Hermione now looked up with full attention.

"I am sorry Malfoy. It was such a chaos around. I couldn't make out a thing. I just remember pulling you out and coming here."

"And you still won't tell me why you did so?"

"No."

Draco slapped his hand on the ground.

"Why?"

Hermione kept quiet. Draco went inside the measley hut they both have built up. Hermione kept her arrow aside and took out her beaded bag. She didn't bring much with her this time. Well, she didn't think of coming this way. How life takes turns. She couldn't justify now why she did that. It seemed noble at that time. Only she could hope that Ron didn't think the other way and hated her. As did everyone else by now. How Harry would have taken it! He would understand, wouldn't he?

Jerking her head of thoughts, she dug into her beaded bag to bring out the galleon they used in their 5th year. She traced it with her finger. No sign of message or change. She gave out a long sigh. What is he doing now?