HERMIONE AND DRACO: THE BLANKET SCENARIO FIC
PART 2
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Hermione wrenched open the door to the mysterious cabin and stumbled inside, battered and
bruised from the rage of the conveniently timed blizzard. She hadn't looked to see whether Malfoy
was following, and she felt a flash of guilt. Not that she cared for or liked him, but if he
froze to death ....
When Malfoy pulled the door open and made his way inside she was a little relieved, and a
little angry to see him. He glared at her, looking around the sparsely decorated cabin. There
wasn't much to see. The tiny space was dimly lit by Hermione's wand - it had bare wooden walls,
something in a heap in the corner that was undoubtedly the BLANKET, and, well ..... nothing else.
It was bare.
Hermione suddenly realised that while they were protected from the howling wind and stinging
snowstorm outside, it was still freezing in the cabin. They were both wearing their thin summer
Hogwarts robes, with no cloaks, and Hermione was beginning to feel the cold.
*Oh, this is all too convenient,* she thought.
"Granger," Malfoy said tensely. "Tell me again why we are here?"
It was so obvious, Hermione couldn't believe he hadn't worked it out. "It's a CABIN SCENARIO fic."
She stated. This revelation produced no reaction. Honestly, she thought, you'd think he'd never
heard of one before. "The idea is that you take two characters -"
"What?" Malfoy demanded. Hermione was beginning to enjoy herself - he clearly didn't have a clue
what was going on, she had the upper hand here. And as much as she usually disliked Malfoy,
talking to him, right now, was distracting her from the intense coldness that filled the cabin.
"We're not characters!" He sounded both angry and indignant.
"Well, that's not what the author of this thinks," Hermione replied.
A silence followed.
"What're the rules?" Asked Malfoy finally, not looking at her and evidently hating having to
depend on her for information.
"The author takes the two, plonks them in a desolate and snowy landscape, and lets them find a
cabin or something to take refuge in. The only catch is that it's really cold - and there's only
one blanket. You can work out the rest."
Malfoy was dismissive, his frosty white hair glowing orange-yellow in the wand-light. "But we're
a witch and a wizard - we can use magic to get out, or get more blankets or whatever."
"Well, I don't know the rules where magic is concerned," Hermione had to admit. "Let's try - I
don't want to be here any more than you do." For once, they actually agreed on something.
Ten minutes later, having tried every spell they could think of, Hermione sank down on the floor,
defeated. All at once, the cold crept back into her bones, having been staved off by the
physical exercise. Every attempt to create fire, warmth or more blankets had failed, as had
attempts to get out and get help. It was like their magic was being blocked. However, they had
been able to magic up some food, though nothing warm. They wouldn't starve to death .... but they
might freeze ....
"We're stuck here," Hermione thought, then realised she had said it aloud.
"Yeah," Malfoy said. "Until when? When to we go back?"
"I don't know," Hermione said tiredly. "Until the fanfic author decides to send us back ...."
And to do that, she thought, something has to happen, otherwise we'll be here forever. But nothing,
NOTHING, was going to happen. No way.
The skin on Hermione's fingers was tinged with blue and she couldn't contain the great shiver
that wracked her body.
Reflexively, Hermione's eye went to the single blanket, as did Draco's. They glanced at each other,
then simultaneously scrambled towards it, trying to cover the small distance between them and it
first. A mad scramble ensued; Malfoy glared dagger-eyed at her as she emerged triumphant,
clutching the blanket to her chest. It was navy blue and warm. It looked like an ordinary
blanket, but the warmth it exuded was clearly not normal. Clutching it to her was like stepping
into a golden-warm spa pool. It was heaven.
Hermione pulled it round her, hanging on to it like it was a life jacket. She was bathed in a
wonderful, golden haze that crackled through her body like electricity and lit her from the inside.
So warm, she marveled, so wonderful .......
Malfoy hadn't spoken since before they tussled, but now a low moan escaped his body. Hermione looked
over and gasped, shocked. His normally pale skin looked blue, and he was shaking uncontrollably,
though he appeared unconscious.
What am I going to do? Hermione thought. She didn't really have to think about it - she knew
what she had to do. Getting up, she walked over to him and arranged the small blanket so it fitted
over both of them, getting as much distance from him as was possible. The golden haze was less,
but it was still comfortably warm. Malfoy stirred but didn't wake, the blue hue disappearing from
his skin quickly.
Hermione was drifting off to sleep herself. Her last thought before sleep enveloped her was, I
hope Malfoy appreciates this ....
~~~Let me know what you thought!~~~
PART 2
~~~Please review and let me know whether I should continue this.~~~
Hermione wrenched open the door to the mysterious cabin and stumbled inside, battered and
bruised from the rage of the conveniently timed blizzard. She hadn't looked to see whether Malfoy
was following, and she felt a flash of guilt. Not that she cared for or liked him, but if he
froze to death ....
When Malfoy pulled the door open and made his way inside she was a little relieved, and a
little angry to see him. He glared at her, looking around the sparsely decorated cabin. There
wasn't much to see. The tiny space was dimly lit by Hermione's wand - it had bare wooden walls,
something in a heap in the corner that was undoubtedly the BLANKET, and, well ..... nothing else.
It was bare.
Hermione suddenly realised that while they were protected from the howling wind and stinging
snowstorm outside, it was still freezing in the cabin. They were both wearing their thin summer
Hogwarts robes, with no cloaks, and Hermione was beginning to feel the cold.
*Oh, this is all too convenient,* she thought.
"Granger," Malfoy said tensely. "Tell me again why we are here?"
It was so obvious, Hermione couldn't believe he hadn't worked it out. "It's a CABIN SCENARIO fic."
She stated. This revelation produced no reaction. Honestly, she thought, you'd think he'd never
heard of one before. "The idea is that you take two characters -"
"What?" Malfoy demanded. Hermione was beginning to enjoy herself - he clearly didn't have a clue
what was going on, she had the upper hand here. And as much as she usually disliked Malfoy,
talking to him, right now, was distracting her from the intense coldness that filled the cabin.
"We're not characters!" He sounded both angry and indignant.
"Well, that's not what the author of this thinks," Hermione replied.
A silence followed.
"What're the rules?" Asked Malfoy finally, not looking at her and evidently hating having to
depend on her for information.
"The author takes the two, plonks them in a desolate and snowy landscape, and lets them find a
cabin or something to take refuge in. The only catch is that it's really cold - and there's only
one blanket. You can work out the rest."
Malfoy was dismissive, his frosty white hair glowing orange-yellow in the wand-light. "But we're
a witch and a wizard - we can use magic to get out, or get more blankets or whatever."
"Well, I don't know the rules where magic is concerned," Hermione had to admit. "Let's try - I
don't want to be here any more than you do." For once, they actually agreed on something.
Ten minutes later, having tried every spell they could think of, Hermione sank down on the floor,
defeated. All at once, the cold crept back into her bones, having been staved off by the
physical exercise. Every attempt to create fire, warmth or more blankets had failed, as had
attempts to get out and get help. It was like their magic was being blocked. However, they had
been able to magic up some food, though nothing warm. They wouldn't starve to death .... but they
might freeze ....
"We're stuck here," Hermione thought, then realised she had said it aloud.
"Yeah," Malfoy said. "Until when? When to we go back?"
"I don't know," Hermione said tiredly. "Until the fanfic author decides to send us back ...."
And to do that, she thought, something has to happen, otherwise we'll be here forever. But nothing,
NOTHING, was going to happen. No way.
The skin on Hermione's fingers was tinged with blue and she couldn't contain the great shiver
that wracked her body.
Reflexively, Hermione's eye went to the single blanket, as did Draco's. They glanced at each other,
then simultaneously scrambled towards it, trying to cover the small distance between them and it
first. A mad scramble ensued; Malfoy glared dagger-eyed at her as she emerged triumphant,
clutching the blanket to her chest. It was navy blue and warm. It looked like an ordinary
blanket, but the warmth it exuded was clearly not normal. Clutching it to her was like stepping
into a golden-warm spa pool. It was heaven.
Hermione pulled it round her, hanging on to it like it was a life jacket. She was bathed in a
wonderful, golden haze that crackled through her body like electricity and lit her from the inside.
So warm, she marveled, so wonderful .......
Malfoy hadn't spoken since before they tussled, but now a low moan escaped his body. Hermione looked
over and gasped, shocked. His normally pale skin looked blue, and he was shaking uncontrollably,
though he appeared unconscious.
What am I going to do? Hermione thought. She didn't really have to think about it - she knew
what she had to do. Getting up, she walked over to him and arranged the small blanket so it fitted
over both of them, getting as much distance from him as was possible. The golden haze was less,
but it was still comfortably warm. Malfoy stirred but didn't wake, the blue hue disappearing from
his skin quickly.
Hermione was drifting off to sleep herself. Her last thought before sleep enveloped her was, I
hope Malfoy appreciates this ....
~~~Let me know what you thought!~~~