DISCLAIMER: ok, I own absolutely nothing.
Ya happy? *pouts* True, J.K. is an amazing writer, better than I ever could be,
so… why am I even bothering? It's not like she actually listens to the
ramblings of someone obsessed with her books….
And Draco could possibly show up in leather pants… *evil grin* you'll just have to wait and see…
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"From your father?" Hermione's worried face looked down on Draco's.
"Yeah," he said quietly. He brushed the seal aside and opened it.
Draco,
Please find a
suitable home for the summer, I will be in touch.
~ Father ~
Draco looked at the heavy piece of parchment, shell-shocked. "What the hell? He just goes off and leaves me like that? Where am I supposed to go?" Draco's eyes began to burn with anger. "Bloody hell…" he muttered.
Hermione's hair glowed in the late afternoon sunshine. "Well," she said thoughtfully. "Harry and I have been invited to stay at the Burrow this year… do you think Ron would let you come along?"
"A whole summer with Potter? Oh goody!!"
"Draco…"
"Sorry, but I just don't know what to do."
She slipped her hand into his. "Come," she coaxed. "It'll be fun…"
* * *
"I cannot believe I am about to spend an entire summer willingly with you Potter. And Weasley." Draco looked at the ramshackle house before him, and shook his head.
"Oh Malfoy, stop it. It won't be that bad." Harry stood behind him, dragging a rather large piece of luggage, his glasses askew, a crooked grin on his face.
"Oh, Harry!! You've grown! And Hermione! You look so pretty dear! Ron! You have a spot of dirt on your cheek." Mrs Weasley beamed, ran out of the house and began hugging each and everyone there. However, when she came to Draco, she stopped.
"Errr…"
"Draco," supplied Hermione.
"Draco! You've gotten so much… blonder! Come in, come in!" She hustled them into the kitchen, where they dropped their stuff, and sat down on the kitchen stools.
"So, mum, what are we doing this summer?" Ron asked.
"Well, you'll have free rein of the house, backyard and field, there's a Quidditch pitch somewhere back there, I believe. But for now, I am rather busy, so you'll have to entertain yourselves for a while." Mrs Weasley beamed down at them. Her frizzy hair, tightly curled around her face, looked like it hadn't been brushed for a while. Other than that, she looked happy. Tired, but happy.
Hermione stifled a yawn. "I think I'm going to go to bed for a while."
"But it's only four-thirty!" Draco exclaimed.
"Yes, I know, but I am so tired…"
"I'll take you up."
Draco helped Hermione up the stairs and laid her down on her bed. He sighed, hoping she was ok. He left, but not before he had given her a quick kiss on the forehead.
***
"Oh, no, not again," Hermione said aloud.
Beax appeared near the doorframe. "Hello Hermi,"
she sneered.
Hermione closed her eyes, willing herself to wake up.
"Won't work dear." A dry voice cut into her thoughts.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked finally.
"All in good time…" Beax opened her hands, and began to
swirl them. Appeared a blue, sizzling whirlpool, and Hemione felt herself get
sucked in…
She looked around. She was clad in black robes, and was
at the front of a procession, walking ahead of everyone else. She came to rest
in front of a frightened Muggle, a young girl, who was whimpering. "Please,
don't kill me… please…"
Hermione drew her wand, and panicked. Why was she doing
that? She tried to scratch her head. Her hands didn't obey her.
She drew her wand and started to scream, "Avada Ked… no."
All around her the Death Eaters gasped.
Hermione grinned cruelly. "Too impersonal, my dear."
She beckoned, and a Death Eater brought her a small
dagger, intricately carved with the word, Nefreth, on it. She
brought it over her head, and in one quick swipe, the young girl was on the
ground.
***
Hermione's scream woke the whole house up. In a moment, Harry, Ron, Draco and Mrs Weasley were at her bedside.
"What's wrong, dear?" Mrs Weasley tried to ask a sweating, shivering Hermione.
"Noth- nothing," she forced out. "Could I have a cup of tea, please?"
Mrs Weasley nodded, and went downstairs.
Draco went and held her hand. "Now, what really happened?" Hermione closed her eyes, lay back down on the bed, and began to relay the night's events to the three boys.
A few minutes later, it was decided that all three of them were to sleep with Hermione in that room tonight, on sleeping bags on the floor. (FeatherQuill's note – where else do you think they'd sleep, eh?)
It was a long time before any of them fell asleep.
***
Hermione was the last to wake up the next morning. She struggled to get up, but then had a shower, got changed and padded downstairs to the kitchen.
However, the only one there, was Ron.
"Where are Draco and Harry?" she asked him.
"They're outside, having a proper wizard's duel. Got dressed up and everything for it." Ron stirred his hot chocolate, and took a long swallow. "Course that doesn't mean I'm gonna watch them turn each other into jelly beans."
"I will!" Hermione's eyes sparkled, and she walked to the window. The sight made her gasp.
Harry and Draco were facing each other coolly, their hair blowing in the wind. Harry was dressed in blue slacks, and a tight white shirt. But Draco… the sight of him made Hermione gasp. He was wearing tight black leather pants, almost dragon hide. (FQ- There ya go!!) He wore a silver shirt that billowed around his chest. He also wore a silver necklace with a twisted snake on it, and his blond hair… he looked, in Hermione's eyes, almost like a god. They faced each other. They raised their wands, and walked three steps back.
And so the duel started…
(should I leave it there? Nah, I've left you guys with too many cliffhangers recently, I'll continue.)
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Harry's wand, at Draco's shout, rose high into the air, and hurtled towards the ground. Only Harry's skills as a Seeker stopped the wand from becoming splinters.
"Mengertenia!"
"Fasderhew!"
"Juklipoy!"
"Querbev Gerdenia!"
"Asdenfert!"
"Kerbendien!" At the shout of Kerbendien, Harry rose into the air, and fell to the ground. He was transfigured into a knife, a flower, a pig, and a number of different objects before Kerbendien wore off. Harry didn't get up.
Draco had won.
Hermione rushed outside, here eyes sparkling. "Oh, Draco, that was great!"
He hugged her close, and murmured, "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, but shouldn't we be helping Harry?"
"I'm ok, though it may be a few years before I can see again. The grass is actually quite comfortable," came a muffled voice from Harry's direction.
Hermione bit her lip to keep from laughing, and Draco's eyes were sparkling. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Hermione whispered to him.
They raised their wands. "Wingardium Leviosa!"
Harry rose into the air (for what seemed like the hundredth time that day), and righted himself.
"Thanks, guys. Just couldn't leave me there, could ya?"
"Oh, stop complaining Potter."
"Our relationship is never going to progress if all you can
think to call me is Potter."
"Oh, fine then, Potty, have it your way."
"That was not what I meant."
Hermione just grinned and looked at her friends as they walked back to the house.
"Hey, guys!" Ron shouted to them from the kitchen window. "Guess who just showed up!"
***
So…. Who
showed up? Will Harry kill Draco for calling him Potty all the time? Will we
see more of Draco in leather? (I for one, believe the leather bit in this
chapter was WAY too short.) All in chapter four…
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