Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea of Elementress and Hermione Pucey Granger as a 'new' character, along with Jacob Granger. Rowling has everything else, and this story is 100 percent fictional, nothing is to be taken seriously and is no way a reflection of any of the books. It's just me rambling out ideas

A/N: THANKS! To everyone who's been reviewing, and reading, and just appreciating anything I've done. This story is kinda getting harder for me. Because I no longer have a set plot, so I'm kind of just going chapter by chapter. Well, here's the next one, Enjoy.

Last Chapter: Life with Hermione Pucey would be forever hectic, and Draco Malfoy was about to find out just how chaotic one person can make your life.

Surprise

Over the next week, the two teens had fallen into a rhythm. They woke up around 9am every morning. Draco showered first, while Hermione cooked. They ate breakfast together, usually in silence sometimes sharing silly stories. Then as Hermione showered, Draco cleaned up the kitchen.

They then went into the 'training room' spending three or so hours in there. As Hermione learned to control her changes to any animal, it became easier for her, and seemed to drain her energy less. They did target training, where Draco would make objects float and weave around the room as Hermione aimed different elemental based powers at the objects, in hopes of hitting them, but more so to knock them to the ground or destroy them completely. Hermione would then work on changing her facial features and aspects of her body, she usually changed; her height, her weight, her hair length and color. Sometimes she would change her appearance to resemble someone they know, and they would laugh about it momentarily together. Hermione couldn't really practice free flying, but she did practice mediation and levitating herself a few inches from the ground and floating around the room.

They would break after a few hours for lunch, which Draco would usually help make. He was getting much better at cooking or making sandwiches. They would eat their lunch together, again usually in silence. After which they would clean up together, and then Hermione would go to the library and read up more on Elementress, and their history. Sometimes Draco would join her, and read about similar things. Other times, Draco would sit out on the Balcony, as he began to learn how to block off and control the empathy. Later they would eat dinner, sometimes separately seeing as Hermione always seemed to lose herself into the books she was reading.

They would then sit together on the couch, and try to have conversations together. Sometimes they wouldn't talk much, other times they would talk quite a lot. They had been avoiding any contact with each other since the first day, and they had been avoiding too deep of subjects about anything either.

Both were beginning to become edgy, with all the lingering thoughts and feelings about the other, they continued to push to the back of their mind. Hermione decided today was enough, they just couldn't possibly go on like this, she couldn't possibly go on like this. They needed to talk about everything, and today was as good as ever.

Her powers were becoming easier and easier to control, and she was nearly ever drained by them. And Draco had learned to effectively block out anything she was thinking or feeling, unless she pushed the thought at him purposely. Hermione made her way into the living room, but then stopped and ran back into her room. She dug through her draws and then pulled out her black lacy nightgown. She smiled wickedly, let's see Draco resist this. She slipped it on, and then sang softly to herself as she made breakfast.

Hermione was setting the table when she heard Draco's door open and close. She smirked to herself and continued to set the table, she felt that pull in her stomach, the same feeling she got every time he walked into a room.

"What did you make for breakfast," Draco drawled from directly behind her. He was trying hard to look anywhere, but at her, the food seemed like the best option.

"French toast this morning," Hermione said softly and turned to face him. She leaned her hip against the table and smiled at him.

"My favorite," Draco said slowly, Hermione noticed his eyes darken and she smirked to herself before sauntering into the small kitchen to retrieve the food. Draco took a few deep calming breathes.

"Get a hold of yourself Draco," he mumbled to himself before sitting down at the table. He hadn't heard Hermione return, he didn't realize her presence until the side of her breast rubbed against his shoulder as she reached over him to set the syrup, French toast and butter on the table. He closed his eyes, and tried to think of something else, Quidditch, Broomsticks, Snitch, Hermione naked on the Quidditch pitch, screaming my name as I run my tongue up her... Draco's thoughts were interrupted by Hermione.

"You alright?" She asked. Draco could do nothing but nod his head, and then he looked down at the food. Piling a few slices of French toast on his plate, and then reaching for the syrup. His hand enclosed over Hermione's and he nearly jumped at the electrical shock it felt like had jumped through his body.

"Here, let me help you," Hermione nearly purred, as she leaned forward to pour the syrup over Draco's French toast. Draco swallowed forcefully as he turned to look at Hermione, he could easily see down her nightgown, and he nearly moaned at the sight. And all too soon, it was gone and she was back seated in her chair, pour syrup on her own food and then eating silently.

Draco shook his head, what is wrong with me, I need to stay focused. He began to eat his own food in silence. Hermione smirked to herself, and ran her foot up the side of Draco's leg, when his head twitched up she pulled her foot away quickly, and put another bite of food into her mouth. His brows furrowed, and then he shook his head and continued eating. Hermione repeated this a few times, before she felt herself to close to giggling, she had to refrain from doing it again.

Draco finished about the same time Hermione had, he looked up and smiled politely at her.

"Thanks, it was good as always," he said softly. Hermione smiled at him.

"I know it's your favorite. One of mines too, I just loveeee syrup." Hermione said huskily, as she dipped her finger into the syrup on her plate and then brought it up to her mouth. She slowly opened her mouth, inserting the finger slowly to suck the syrup. She closed her eyes, and moaned. Draco nearly lost it right at that moment, he felt himself become instantly hard at the mere sight of her.

Hermione opened her eyes, and they had a small ring of red around the pupil. It was far too thin, and she was too far away for Draco to notice, yet. She smirked at him, his eyes now a dark stormy gray.

"Well, I'll clear the table then." Draco said shaking his head, and standing. Hermione almost gasped, at his brush off, semi-hurt at his dismissal of her. She glared at the table and then stood up immediately, causing the chair to screech loudly across the floor, before toppling over. Draco looked at Hermione, his eyebrows arching and his look calculating. Hermione looked up at him, and her eyes were lavender. Never before had her eyes changed in anger towards him, they had flashed but never stayed.

"Mia, what's wrong." Draco said softly, taking a step towards her.

"Oh nothing. Why would anything be wrong. You confess your love for me, make me fall in love with you. You put your crummy pure blooded hands all over me, make me squirm, make me feel like I was being consumed. And then, you ignore it, all of it for days. It's been 9 days here, and day after day it's the same. You avoid touching me, you rarely talk to me, you have trouble looking at me!" Hermione nearly screamed at him, throwing her hands in the air. "Why the bloody hell, would you think anything's wrong!"

Draco was at a loss for words, his mind having difficulties understanding what she really wanted and really meant. And before he could form even a simple apology, she had already slammed the bathroom door shut. He heard a crash inside the bathroom, and then a few more. He sighed, and cleaned the table, trying to not think about the young girl he would spend his life with.

Hermione took her shower in anger, cursing the boy washing the dishes in every language she could think of. She screamed and hit her head against the wall, "I am so stupid!". She sighed, and then just decided to give up. What else was a girl to do, he honestly didn't really 'want' her or was totally oblivious to the fact she was a girl. The only time he'd even looked at her with enough interest to act on it was when he had been feeling her lust for him. Hermione dragged herself out of the shower and slowly dried herself off, wrapping the towel around her, she flicked her wrist and conjured wind to instantly dry her hair. It fell down her back, and she smiled at herself.

She thought she was a good looking girl, dark long hair down her back. Bright blue eyes, that reminded her of the ocean, they were close to an indigo color. Her lips were soft, pink and pouty. Her cheeks were usually holding a soft blush, her jaw and chin seemed normal enough, her nose a small button upon her face. Her body was long and lean, her stomach flat, her breasts seemed an average size, at least a good sized handful. She frowned, why doesn't he want me? Hermione felt the urge to punch the mirror, and then the urge to lie down and weep.

She sighed and wrapped the towel around her tighter, exiting the bathroom and heading directly to her bedroom. She changed into her training clothes, a pair of shorts and a tank top. She threw her hair up in a ponytail, and slipped into a pair of socks. She rolled her eyes and muttered to herself, "yippy more training."

Hermione left her room, closing the door behind her and headed straight to the training room. She looked and noticed Draco wasn't there yet. She shrugged and decided to do some levitating and meditating to warm up. She sat in the middle of the floor, sitting Indian style and laying each hand palm down upon her knees. She closed her eyes and started to take deep breathes, calming herself down and slowly letting all emotions drain from her mind. She began to picture wind, flying, air, and breathing. The feel of it against her skin, the feel of being lifted into the air, anything that would have to do with air she pulled those thoughts into her mind and focused on them intently. Her body began to float, she felt her body leaving the solidity of the ground, and she opened her eyes. Smiling at herself in the mirror, she watched as her body floated higher. With the ease of thought she could move herself around. She watched herself with a smile as she flew back and worth across the room. Her ponytail flying behind her and swaying slowly when she would stop.

She was too caught up in watching herself, and the joy she got from flying or levitating, that she didn't notice Draco's presence at the door. Her concentration was shaken by his soft laugh, her eyes met his instantly in the mirror and she fell hard to the ground.

"Ow," Hermione said rubbing her butt as she tried to get onto her feet. Draco helped her up and steadied her, before taking a step back and smiling shyly at her.

"Sorry about that," he said sincerely. Hermione just nodded and turned away from him.

"So what's first today?" Hermione asked in a monotone voice, refusing to look at him. Draco winced and sighed to himself.

"I don't know, I mean you've pretty much mastered just about everything. You know how to do everything, and I can control you once you reach that level. And we've worked on the releasing process a few times even, well in theory at least and we have done it once already. I mean, I guess you could do some work with the elements today." Draco said, rubbing the back of his neck. Hermione turned and looked at him.

"Battle?" She said with a smile. Draco nodded and walked to his corner of the room, Hermione walking to hers. "You brought your wand right, just in case?"

"Huh, yeah I have it right here, I shouldn't need it though." Draco reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wand. "Alright whenever you're ready then." Hermione nodded, and stood there smiling at him for a while. Draco moved around in his corner, watching her closely.

Hermione raised her eyebrow at the same time her finger flexed and a burst of fire flew across the room at Draco. He dodged to the right, always keeping his eyes on her. Hermione twirled her finger slowly, and then flicked her wrist, Draco was instantly surrounded by a whirlwind. He calmly stood still, waiting for it to pass. He knew it was stupid to even try to get out of it or fight it. Before the whirlwind was even completely gone, Draco felt his feet being pulled out from underneath him by vines.

This went on for a good hour, Hermione manipulating the different parts of the elements to attack Draco. It was actually a good system, because Hermione didn't have the ability to cause physical harm to Draco in anyway. So, anytime something revolving the elements was around him, he didn't feel the heat, or the cold. The wind didn't steal his breathe, the vines did nothing but knock him down without any pain or feeling of hitting the ground.

"Alright, that's enough Mia." Draco said softly. Hermione nodded and sat down on the ground, letting her powers return to simmer no longer needing to pull from them. Draco walked over and sat next to her. "That was a good session, you didn't hold back." Draco placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder, and squeezed in encouragingly.

"Yeah, I was upset." Hermione said flatly, shrugging out from under Draco's touch and jumping up to her feet. Draco sighed, and looked at the floor, he knew they needed to talk. But he didn't know the words to say to her, he didn't know what more she wanted from him.

After a good 15 minutes of silence had dragged on, Draco finally looked up only to realize that Hermione wasn't even in the room any longer. He looked around and jumped at the sound of yelling.

"Mia?" Draco called out, running to the living room.

"HERMIONE PUCEY!!!"

Definitely not Mia, Draco thought to himself. It sounded like, Draco walked into the living room and saw the door from the Room of Requirements was open. And there stood Blaise and Adrian.

"Adrian. Blay! What are you two doing here." Draco asked, surprised and happy to see them. "Come in!"

"We can't." Blaise said flatly. "Why the hell else do you think we are still standing outside the door way, and yelling out for Hermione? Idiot."

Draco glared at Blaise, but let the comment slide. Hermione entered the living room then and still didn't seem to notice her brother or cousin. She sat down on the couch and stretched her legs out, yawning to herself and rubbing her shoulder. All three boys watched her, waiting for her to realize something was off.

"Stop staring Malfoy." Hermione nearly spit out. Draco raised an eyebrow, it had been a while since she had resorted to calling him by his surname. Draco felt a twinge of pain within his heart, but pushed it aside and ignored it for now.

"Hermione, look at me." Draco drawled easily.

"Like I would want to look at a bloody pompous as – ADRIAN! BLAISE!" Hermione nearly yelled, scrambling across the couch and to the door in a flash. She went to hug her brother only, to be deflected and sent flying backwards. She landed solidly on the floor, and then grumbled getting up. She rubbed her butt for the second time that day, and stalked back over to the door.

"What the bloody hell!" Hermione growled.

"We know, we can't get in." Adrian said.

"Bloody Dumbledore." Hermione mumbled.

"He's always gotta interfere in something, some how. You know that Mia." Blaise said softly. Hermione smiled, at her cousin and then her brother. She didn't realize until just then, how much she missed their mere presence in her life.

"Yeah yeah, you big jerkface. How have you been?"

"I've been good Mia, yourself?" Blaise returned her smile easily. Hermione shrugged and then looked at her brother, expectantly. Adrian smirked and raised an eyebrow at her.

"What about you ugly, how have you been." Hermione said softly.

"I've been great brat. Miss your snotty little mouth though. Slytherin commons have been so drab without you two." Adrian said with a laugh. Draco smirked as Blaise nodded in agreement.

"Good news though, the Gryfindumbasses, got three months of detention for attacking you like that. And Harry was banned from Quidditch, Ron was stripped of his Prefect title, and Ginny got Hogsmeade trips taken away for 6 weeks." Blaise said proudly with a smirk. Draco laughed at that, obviously quite proud that the Gryffindors had finally been punished, and wouldn't be talking their way out of this one.

"About bloody time, those losers got what they've deserved all along." Draco said.

"You know it Dray."

Hermione didn't care to comment, nor worry about the Gryffindors, her old house, her fake life, and all the lies she'd been fed for so many years. She smirked at the thought of them getting in trouble, but said nothing more. They talked about random things for a good 15 minutes, before the two boys ran off to their classes for the day.

Draco shut the door and then turned to Hermione, she smiled sadly at him. And then made her way to sit down on the couch again, Draco followed her and sat down next to her. They sat in silence, neither wanting to talk, neither knowing what to say, neither having the courage to bring the tension up.

"That was a nice surprise," Hermione said softly after what seemed like 20 minutes. Her voice was so soft, so quiet, that Draco had barely caught what she said.

"Yeah, you seemed happy to see them." Draco said, wanting to reach out and run his hands through her hair or rub her back. The need to soothe and comfort her, was suddenly overwhelming.

"Yeah, I didn't realize how much I missed the two trolls, until they showed up." Hermione said. She turned to look at Draco, her eyes so full of innocence and sadness. Draco felt his heart go out to her, she hadn't known pain like that she's been through lately; pain of the heart, pain of losing friends, pain of rejection. "I don't want to fight anymore, I don't want to lose you too."

Draco's brow furrowed, and his eyes seemed to cloud with confusion. He looked at her, and tried to understand what she meant, not wanting to ask and upset her further.

"I've lost everything I once had, once knew to be mine and part of me. I am starting over. I have a new family, I have a new house, new friends, new powers. I have new looks, a new attitude. And you, I have you now too." Hermione finished softly, pulling on her ear softly. Draco felt a smile tug at his lips, Hermione was rarely open about the way she felt. She seemed to be as closed up as a book, and the hardest one to read.

"I am not going anywhere Mia. I told you that already." Draco said softly, giving into the urge to run his fingers through her hair.

"I am sorry about earlier. It's just everything, we are so tense. After what happened the first night and day, and I just don't want that. I want to be able to hug you, and be around you. I want to be able to laugh with you, and joke with you. I want you to be my best friend." Hermione said easily, turning her head up to smile at him. Draco felt his heart drop slightly, and fought to hide the disappointment and sadness, from entering his eyes.

"I am your best friends Mia. You can talk to me about anything, you can hug me and be around me anytime you want to." Draco said easily, tugging on the end of her hair affectionately.

"Good." Hermione said, standing up. "I am almost done with another book, like two chapters. I am going to finish that up, then we'll make some lunch ok?"

Draco nodded and smiled at her, Hermione turned and walked towards the hallway. When she got to the corner, she stopped suddenly and turned back around to Draco, their eyes met and she smirked.

"I almost forgot. I want to kiss you. I want to touch you. I want to feel your skin against mine. I want to share my bed with you. I want to share my body with you. I want to share my heart with you. And my life with you. You are mine Draco Malfoy, and you'll do good to remember just how powerful your, girlfriend is." Hermione winked and then disappeared down the hallway and out of sight.

Draco sat staring at the spot she had been for 30 minutes, before his body and brain could function enough for him to comprehend, what she had just said. Girlfriend, Draco thought with a smirk.

Ahh, getting there.

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