A/N: Chapter Three. xD

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Break Away

Chapter 3: Paradise Island

Harry stared in wonder at Hermione's retreating back. He'd never seen her in such an argument with Malfoy before. It was always the little insult exchange. It seemed she had finally had enough of Malfoy's sneering insults and snapped.

Harry actually pitied Malfoy; Hermione could be pretty frightening when she was angry, and Malfoy had made her really mad with his earlier comment about the war.

Harry looked to his girlfriend. She nodded, knowing what he was saying and stood up, going after Hermione.

"Blimey," Ron said softly. "Even I've never pissed her off that much, well 'cept in fourth year."

Malfoy just scowled angrily.

"Looks like she's just had enough with Malfoy," Harry replied. "He did go way over the line when he said that about her dying in the war. He deserved that slap."

"Oh, sod off, Potter. What do I care if I've made the Gryffindor Princess mad?" Malfoy snapped. There was still a bright red imprint of Hermione's hand on his cheek.

"Well, what should we do now?" Seamus asked, as he sensed an argument starting up between the black haired Gryffindor and arrogant Slytherin.

"Find food, I guess." Harry replied.

"Yuck, you mean we have to work?" Pansy Parkinson asked, throwing her black glossy hair over her shoulder and scowling.

"Can't we use magic? I thought the old coot said we could?" Daphne Greengrass complained.

"Well, does anyone know any spells to conjure food?" Ron snapped.

"I bet Granger does." Blaise Zabini muttered, earning a glare from Malfoy.

"I'll go ask her." Harry said, standing up and following in the direction Ginny and Hermione ran to.

"He's such an arrogant, self assured, cocky, bloody idiot! Stupid blonde haired cruel, uncaring, stony prat! I can't wait to see him die!" Hermione ranted under her breath. A hand touched her shoulder and she turned, forcing a smile at Ginny.

"He's not even worth your anger." Ginny said soothingly.

"B-but he's just such a- a- a bloody moron!" Hermione said.

"I know, believe me I know. But all guys are morons. You went 6 years ignoring his insults, you should continue doing so. He only insults you to get you riled up, so right now, you're satisfying him." Ginny said. Hermione didn't reply.

"Come on, let's go back to the others to decide what to do," Ginny stated, once she knew Hermione had calmed down. She stood up, taking Hermione's hand and pulling her to her feet.

They turned and saw Harry running up to them. He waved and they waved back, smiling.

"Hey, how are you Mione?" Harry asked. Hermione smiled.

"Better, Gin's right, he's not worth my anger and I'm only giving him what he wants by getting angry with him." Hermione said cheerfully. Harry grinned.

"Good," Harry replied. They walked in silence until they reached the others. Hermione resisted the urge to glare at Malfoy and instead ignored him completely.

"Okay, Hermione do you know any spells do conjure food?" Harry asked her. She was about to answer when she instead grinned slyly.

"Yeah, I know some." Hermione replied, smirking.

"Well, what are they?" Nott snapped, impatiently.

"Use that tone with me, and maybe I just won't tell you and you'll have to go find food on your own. Poor Slytherins would actually have to work. Now, wouldn't that be horrible, Gin?" Hermione said, looking at the red headed girl, faking a pout. Ginny laughed and Hermione smirked even more.

"C'mon Granger, what are the spells?" Malfoy asked calmly. Hermione smirked and waved her wand. Immediately, a pile of fruit appeared in front of her.

"Hey! How'd you do that?" Zabini spluttered.

"Non-verbal spells. Surely, you remember learning them in school? Don't tell me none of you listened to Flitwick?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow. Ron and Harry sniggered and Ginny grinned. The Slytherins glared at her.

"Of course, we know non-verbal spells. But how did you conjure the food?" Flint asked, scowling. He muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like 'bloody know it all'.

"That, you see, will be my little secret. For me to know and for you not to find out." Hermione replied, grinning evilly. The Slytherins scowled and Hermione smiled at her fellow Gryffindors as they began eating the fresh fruit.

"It's starting to get dark," Greengrass complained.

"And cold," Parkinson added, rubbing her arms.

"Well, gather some rocks and place them in a circle then we can get a fire started." Hermione snapped. Dean and Seamus stood up, going to find some rocks. They came back about five minutes later with a handful of heavy rocks.

Harry took the rocks from them and arranged them in a circle, level.

"Incendio," Hermione muttered and a fire started in the center of the rocks.

"Where are we going to sleep?" Parkinson whined, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"On the ground," She replied. Parkinson made a face.

"Just because you're used to sleeping without a bed, Weasley, doesn't mean we are." Malfoy snarled. Ginny and Ron glared at him. Hermione waved her wand and muttered a spell, and twelve sleeping bags and pillows appeared on the ground surrounding the fire.

"Think of it as if we're camping." Hermione said with a forced cheerfulness. Harry grinned and Dean chuckled.

"I like camping." He said.

"What's 'camping'?" Nott asked, quirking an eye brow. Hermione sighed.

"Forget it," She replied. "I suppose this'll have to do for now. It's too dark to make a shelter, so tomorrow we can go looking for some wood to build a small shelter with."

"I don't think so," Malfoy stated, smirking. "You Gryffindor's can go and get all the wood, and then we'll use our wands to place the wood in the right places to make a nice shelter."

"No way, Malfoy. You're working, the wood we get, will be for us." Hermione retorted. Malfoy rolled his eyes.

"We'll see, Granger. We'll see." He said, still smirking. Hermione glared at him and then stifled a yawn.

"Well, I'm going to bed. G'night boys and Ginny." Hermione said, hugging Harry, Ron, Dean, Seamus and Ginny. She walked over to her sleeping bag and crawled in, closing her eyes.

Faces swam in front of her as she tried to fall asleep. She saw her twenty-one year old brother Michael's caring face. She also saw her other brother, who was nineteen years old, named Aaron. He was looming over her, his fist raised. She winced and sat up. She shook her head lightly, telling herself Aaron wasn't here. She laid back down, her head full of memories still, and fell asleep.