Unexpected Series of Events
AN: THIS CHAPTER SUCKS! That is all.
SAVING HERMIONE
DISCLAIMER: NO, I AM NOT J.K. ROWLING!
Draco watched as Hermione followed Michael up the stairs. Allen quickly distracted him by starting up a conversation on football. Draco slowly grew interested and continued the verbal sparing with Allen. Minutes later, Draco started to become disinterested in their conversation. His mind wandered back to Hermione, who was still upstairs with Michael.
He put his hand into his pockets and was surprised to find the small rune disk. He fingered it and started to wonder why it felt strangely heavy. He pulled it out and started to toy with it. Allen, who sat across from him snatched it out from Draco's hands.
"Hey," Allen exclaimed, and he examined the disk, "what's this?" He threw it up in the air, and flipped it like a coin. Draco tried to reach for it, but Allen was to quick for him. "Where'd you get it? Looks cool, is like, authentic?"
"Yeah, it's been in my family for a long time," said Draco, "be careful with it."
"Whoa!" exclaimed Allen. "That's so cool!"
"What," asked Draco surprisedly.
"The shapes," said Allen, "they just changed. That's so cool."
Draco tried to snatch the disk back, but Allen held it away from him. "What did you do," asked Draco, trying to keep his temper.
"I-I-I can fix it," stuttered Allen, and he popped up from the couch like a Jack-in-the-box, and stayed well out of Draco's reach. "Don't worry Draco," said Allen looking worried, "I swear I can fix it."
Draco started to become panicked and once again tried to take the disk back. "Allen," said Draco firmly, "give it back. I don't care if you broke it or not, just GIVE IT BACK TO ME NOW." Draco stepped closer to Allen and held his hand out.
Allen looked at Draco and gulped, he reluctantly gave the disk back to Draco.
Draco took one look and quickly realized that it wasn't Allen that changed the runes on the disk, but Hermione. Fear filled Draco as he read the single solitary rune that boldly read, "HELP."
His heart started to beat faster and harder. He reddened with anger and started to shake.
"Draco," asked an uncertain Allen, "are you okay? What's wrong?"
"Michael," whispered Draco in the most deadly voice
"What about him," asked Allen growing even more confused at Draco's sudden explosion of emotion.
"I'm gonna kill him," whispered Draco as he turned away from Allen and hurried up the stairs.
Draco kicked open the door to find Michael on top of a struggling Hermione. He rushed over to the bed and threw Michael off of his friend. He looked at Hermione and his expression softened.
She was safe.
She was wearing a mixture of fear and relief on her face, and could only stare as Draco was approached by Michael.
Michael opened his mouth to explain himself but Draco here any of it. He turned wildly at Michael and threw him a mighty punch in the jaw.
"Draco," whispered Hermione, "let's go."
She placed her hand on Draco's shoulder and with her eyes convicned Draco not to beat Michael into the rug.
"Come on," said Draco and they made their way down the stairs. Hermione avoided all eye contact and quickly grabbed her things as they exited Michael's home, all the while being bombarded by questions from Allen. They walked back across the street and they slipped into the house.
Hermione locked the door behind Draco and crumpled to the floor, and started crying. Draco looked down at his friend and was overcome with sadness. He knelt down and took her into his arms.
Hermione felt a pair of strong arms envelope her and she felt all the emotions welling up inside her release. She openly sobbed into Draco's arms and could only think of what almost happened.
"Shh," said a comforting voice. He rocked her back and forth on the floor and whispered soothing words to. All Hermione could do was cry into his arms till she was made sick of it. Finally, after all her sobbing was done, she gathered herself up and looked up at Draco.
He had a look of deep worry on his face. His eyes expressed emotion she had never seen there before. He truly did care about her.
"Draco," started Hermione carefully, "thank you." The barely audible whisper of thanks took Draco by surprise. He looked down at her and gave her a reassuring smile. He gave a long sigh and hugged her tighter.
"It's okay now," he whispered into her hair.
Hermione pulled away from Draco so suddenly that Draco was taken by surprise, but it was Hermione who was even more surprised when her sudden jolt caused him to say, "Ow."
"What's wrong," Hermione asked. She wriggled out of his hold and took his hand. You're hurt."
"It's nothing," replied Draco taking back his hand reluctantly. "I'll just heal it when we get back."
Hermione laughed. "With what," she asked, "magic??"
Draco felt quiet confused.
Hermione took his hand once again and said, "it's your wand hand silly. How do you propose to heal yourself now??"
Draco then gave a small chuckle, and let Hermione examine his hand. It had become quiet swollen, and Hermione made a great show by "tsk, tsk"- ing a lot.
"We've got a kit upstairs," she said, "I think it's still got some bandages in it. I'll go get it." Hermione got up and started up the stair, but Draco's voice called to her half way up the stairs.
"You alright Hermione," he bellowed from the sitting room. There was a long pause before Hermione gave him her reply.
"I'm fine Draco," she said back to him. "I'm fine now," said in a lowered tone as she continued back up the stairs.
When they got home finally, it was well past afternoon tea, and they were greeted by a very angry Emily Granger.
"Where have you two been," she bellowed. "You," she motioned to Hermione, "weren't answering your mobile, and–"
"It's all my fault," said Draco holding up his hands to quiet down Mrs. Granger's anger, but her face softened when she saw Draco's bandaged hand.
"Oh Draco," she said motherly "what happened?" She took his hand and began to examine it as if to find the cause of the swelling.
"Um," said Draco, "we were looking for the china and when I opened one of the hall closet doors, boxes and boxes fell on me." He motioned wildly to support his lie, "I was out for hours, you see. When I finally came to, Hermione had managed to get me downstairs somehow. Now I've got a knot on the back of my head the size of a walnut and a crushed hand to go with it. It's a good thing hermione's a quick thinker, she saved me even after she warned me about the closet." Draco took in a deep breath and added one last bit: "but, we did get what you asked for and we did clean up after ourselves." He gave a small smile and cooled Mrs. Granger's temper.
Hermione was speechless, all she could do was nod in agreement. Mrs. Granger quickly forgot of the tirade she was about to launch herself into, and started to fuss over Draco and his bandaged hand. She led the two inside, and praised Hermione for her quick thinking and mothered Draco to his heart's content.
Later that night, Hermione sat with Draco in the loft talking quietly about their day's events.
"You don't know how thankful I am that you're my friend," said Hermione.
"I'm pretty sure your other two best friends would have done the same," said Draco putting his arm around Hermione.
"No," said Hermione, "Draco, they would ave exploded. They would've killed him, they can become quiet unreasonable sometimes. They're very capable wizards you know? We all are."
Draco gave a small chuckle. "They just care too much," he said, "it's not a bad thing. I wanted to kill him too, but I didn't because you asked me not to." He looked down at her and smiled.
Hermione's eyes had glazed over and she had started playing with a loose strand of hair. She looked deep in thought, completely absorbed in a thought only known to her. Draco watched her with great interest, then a mischievous smile crept across his face. With his free, un-bandaged hand he grabbed a small pillow and brought it down roughly on her pensive face.
"Draco," shrieked Hermione, "what was that for?"
He laughed boyishly and replied" "you were starting to scare me. Your eyes grew all big like saucers, and you started to space out as if you were in Binns' class."
"You know Draco, if you weren't handicapped right now, I'd hurt you," said Hermione standing up and putting her hands on her hips.
Draco chuckled softly and threw the pillow at her face. He grinned from ear to ear at the look on Hermione's face. If looks could kill, Hermione's would have put the Dark Lord into his grave. "Oh, I'm petrified," said Draco.
They laughed.
"Hermione, Draco," said Mrs. Granger the next morning at breakfast. "We're going to need for you two to start packing your bags."
"Why," asked Hermione apprehensively.
Mrs. Granger clasped her hands together and looked POSITIVELY- DELIGHTED. "We're going to HAWAII!!," she exclaimed.
Instead of being happy Hermione became livid. "WHAT?!" she screamed Hermione standing up suddenly. "For what, why," she managed to get out between stammering and screaming, "is it for that bloody-dentist-retreat-get-together-party-thing?! because if it is, I REFUSE to go!!" She stamped her foot and made it seem final. Suddenly, Hermione was not the composed, well behaved young woman everyone at Hogwarts knew her to be, now she was a petulant child about to throw a tantrum.
"Don't raise your voice at me, young lady," said Mrs. Granger coming into her full height. "You will go and that's final. No arguments."
"FINE!" said Hermione and stalked out of the room.
"Sorry about that scene Draco," said Emily finally noticing the blond boy in the room with her. "Do me a favor and try to calm her down a bit," she pleaded, "you're so good at it. I don't think she'll be talking to me for the rest of the day." Sighing, she left for work.
Draco nodded and left the room to find Hermione. After climbing the stairs, he could hear loud rock music emanating from Hermione's room. Sighing, he went on to tame the raging teenager inside the room.
He tried the door.
It wouldn't open.
"Go away," said Hermione.
"It's me," said Draco trying the door once more. A second later the door snapped open and he was inside.
"What's wrong with Hawaii?" asked Draco.
Hermione sighed. "It's not Hawaii that I'm frustrated about, it's the thing we have to go to in Hawaii."
"And that would be," asked Draco.
"That would be the Dentist Conference my parents go to every summer. And this year it just happens to be held on one of the most beautiful places on Earth." She collapsed on the bed, "the other dentists come from all over Europe, and the states just to show off their family and their surgically enhanced spouses. It's horrible Draco. I actually have to tolerate these people for a whole week!"
"Is it really that bad," said Draco, "I mean this year you wont be all alone. You've got me to go . . . read books and pamphlets with you!"
At last, Hermione smiled. "I forgot about that," she said, "and I guess we an do something other than reading pamphlets too. Like oh. . . we can go on one of those guided tours–"
"Or an, un-guided one," suggested Draco with his mischievous grin on his face.
"Or that," said Hermione considering the idea in the back of her head. "And if I'm with you, I can avoid all those monsters that consider themselves my 'FRIENDS."
She smiled.
THE END. . . for now.
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