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A/N: So sorry this took so long to put up. Everythings been busy, and I had no time to type it up. But, I have it now. Hope you like.
CHAPTER THREE- Forgotten
Hermione awoke when a bird chirped in the treetops above her. She sat up and yawned, laughing silently when a bird dropping landed with a splat where her head had been. She got up and stretched, then looked around. Draco was asleep, leaning against the tree, his shirt still off. Hermione carefully walked over to him. She checked his cuts, but there were none. She smiled proudly as she realized she had applied it right.
As she stepped back, her foot pressed down on something soft. She bent down and picked up Draco's shirt. It was still bloodstained and torn. She looked around for Draco's wand and found it sticking out of a snake hole. She pulled it out and examined it. Then, she laid the shirt out on the ground and knelt down. She fingered the wand, then pointed it at the shirt.
"Repairo." she muttered, and sparks flew out of the mangled wand. The shirt sizzled for a second, then stopped. Hermione smiled. The shirt was now whole. Of course, it now had pink and white horizontally stripes on it, but at least it was whole. She looked at her own shirt and wondered if it would work. Today was supposed to be hot, and Hermione only had a sweater.
Hermione shrugged and picked up the shirt. She walked along the path towards the stream. When she got there, she took the shirt and stuck it in the cold water. She rubbed at the stains, trying her best to get them out. Why she was doing this, she didn't know, but it gave her something to do.
Under different circumstances, Hermione would have felt as uncomfortable as Draco. However, her mind was only set on taking care of Draco. Besides, she was still faithful towards her boyfriend. Thinking of him made her smile. They had gotten together last year around Christmas. She hadn't seen him all summer, and she was starting to miss him terribly.
When Draco woke up, the first thing that crossed his mind was 'Where's Hermione?' He looked around and saw the bushes near the stream shake, and he relaxed a little. Not thinking, Draco stood up and stretched. Then, he remembered. Shocked, he looked down at his leg. Sure enough, the splint was still there, but he could stand on it. It only hurt as though he had twisted it, not like it had broken. He sat back down, the small pain getting to him.
Hermione startled him by coming back into the clearing, wringing some wet, pink cloth.
"Morning." Hermione said cheerfully. Draco just nodded.
"What's that?" He mentioned with his head towards the cloth she had. Hermione unraveled it and held it out. It was a pink and white striped cloth.
"Your shirt!" She said happily. Draco raised an eyebrow.
"My shirt?" Hermione nodded. "But, it's whole and,..... pink." Draco said.
"Yeah, about that. See, I tried to fix it, and managed to, but your wand's messed up." Was all Hermione said.
"Oh, I see." Draco replied, but it took him a couple of seconds to actually understand. "Did you by any chance put any of that stuff on my leg?" He asked her.
"No. Why?" Hermione answered. Draco was now confused.
"Because I don't think it's broken any more." Hermione looked at him suspiciously.
"How can that be?" She asked. Draco shrugged.
"I don't know. I just woke up and forgot it was broken. So, I stood up and found it only hurt like I twisted it or something." Draco explained. Hermione knelt by his leg and examined it. Sure enough, the bone had been healed. Hermione was the most surprised.
"I don't understand..." She muttered. Draco frowned.
"I think I do." He mumbled. Draco thought of their visitor. They had probably fixed it, trying to get him to spend as little time with Hermione as possible. Well, he wasn't about to let them win that easily. Not when he could still play in this game. Hermione paused, then looked up at him.
"What was that?" She asked. She hadn't heard him. Draco smiled and shook his head. Hermione shrugged, looked back at his leg, then let out a deep sigh.
"Well, I have absolutely no idea how this happened, but it did. Well-" She added, standing up. "I guess this means you will be able to walk. Which is good too, because we have a little ways to go. About another day, at least. It would be faster up the hill, but I don't want to chance it." Draco looked up the hill he had fallen down that night. In the daylight, it was even more ugly. It's true steepness was shown, and the ground wasn't the prettiest either.
"So, when should we start?" Draco asked, using the tree to stand. His butt was numb from sitting so long. He tried to rest his leg, but the splint kept him from bending his knee. Hermione noticed this also.
"We should be leaving soon. You can just take that off, but save the parts of my shirt." She told him, much to his suspicion. He gratefully untied the pieces of bark and stretched his legs, sticking the shit strips in his pocket.
"I just don't get it...." Hermione muttered, completely shocked with Draco's recovery. "It's medically impossible...." Draco just shrugged, trying to act as confused as she was. He hoped Hermione would be too shocked to discover the truth. He should have known though. Hermione wasn't prefix for nothing. She thought it over many times, and quickly came up with two theories. The only way a broken one could be healed that fast was by magic. So, one theory was that Draco was just playing a trick on her, and everything was just a clever hoax. Or, they had someone following them who had healed Draco. Either way, Hermione knew she had to me careful.
"Maybe we'll never know what happened." She said. She knew, of course, that Draco knew what had happened, but she decided to play him just like he was playing her. "Right, so I guess we should just eat and forget about it." Draco nodded.
'What's wrong with you Draco?' Hermione thought. 'Why are you all the sudden so terrible at lying?' She wondered as she walked towards the basket she found last night. As she picked it up, she saw out of the corner of her eye Draco looking at the ground under a bush. She turned around and gave him a suspicious look, but shrugged it away.
"Never mind. I don't even want to know. Here. I'm not sure what is good, but this is all the food I found." Draco took the basket and looked inside. Something clicked in his mind, and he looked up at Hermione eagerly.
"Where did you find this?" He asked. Hermione frowned.
"I told you. Near the stream."
"Sow me." Draco demanded. Hermione raised an eyebrow in annoyance, then led him to the path she had taken so many times.
It took them longer then usual to reach the site because Draco was limping along, his leg still bothering him. When they reached the spot, Hermione stepped to the side so Draco could see it clearly.
It was a nice little spot. There was a stream in front of them, and on the other bank was a path of grass wide enough for a small car. Since there were no trees in this spot, a large ray of sunlight came down and warmed the grass. A lizard scampered away when they came.
It all came back to him suddenly. He looked into the basket again, and remembered.
"This-" He said, pointing to some sort of fruit salad. "This is good. It's my mom's special recipe. No matter how old it is, it will always be good to eat." Draco said matter-of-factly.
"What are you saying?" Hermione asked, a little confused.
"The other food should be okay as well. I mean, it's only been a day." He said, ignoring her. When he looked up into her face, he had to smile.
"Yes, I had the picnic here. I also know the shortest way out of here." He said. Joy spread over Hermione's face. He suddenly wished it didn't. It made him feel terrible. 'I must have been a real jerk' He thought to himself. He couldn't recall really specific things he had done, but he had a feeling Hermione remembered everything, done to every little jeer.
"However, it may still take some time. I mean, I can't really walk that fast." He said, refereeing to his leg. Hermione nodded.
"Yeah, I understand. But any other way out of here is better than the longest one. My parents will get extremely worried if I'm not back soon. I'll go get the stuff so we can eat here." She said and dashed back to the clearing. Draco trudged through the ankle high water to the other side. Sitting down, he thought about what Hermione had said.
Hermione came almost skipping out of the bushes carrying his shirt and wand, as well as the remains of her shirt. She leaped across the stream. Her foot slipped a bit and she laughed as she fell into the water. She dragged herself out of the water, her whole backside drenched. She lay down in the sun on her stomach to dry herself. They divided the remaining food and began to eat with their hands, saving a good amount for later.
As they sat there eating, Draco once again thought about what she had said. For some reason, this was really bothering him. Without warning, he told her what he was thinking.
"It must be nice" He blurted out, much to his and Hermione's surprise.
"What must be nice?" Hermione asked.
"To have parents who care." Draco continued, not knowing what he was doing. He decided to stop there. For a moment, there was an awkward silence between the two.
"What's it like living......the way you do?" Hermione asked.
"It's hard. You can't turn to your parents for help, and I don't really have any friends." Draco answered automatically.
"What about Crabbe and Goyle?" Hermione asked. Draco snorted.
"Please. Those two couldn't even spell friend, let alone try and be one. I could never trust them the way a friend is supposed to be trusted." He said, not knowing why. Why was he telling her this? After that, they were both silent, not sure what to say.
When they finished eating, Hermione hastily put the food away. Why was she feeling this way, as though she was forgetting something? She hadn't had this feeling for a while now, and it was really bugging her. When they finished packing, she darted back to the clearing to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. When she returned empty handed, Draco as waiting, leaning against a tree. He looked up when she crossed the stream .
"All set?" He asked her. Hermione nodded.
"Yeah. I don't know what's wrong with me."
"Well, I'm sure its nothing. Should we get going?" Draco asked. Hermione sighed.
"Of course. Let's go so we can get out quicker." She replied. Draco turned and led her on a path to the right, limping along. Hermione followed, but paused for a minute. She looked back into the trees briefly, then walked on.
Back in the clearing, lying hidden in a pile of leaves, was Hermione's missing object. It wasn't an important item, only a pen. However, it was a special pen, given to her by Harry and Ron for her birthday. It came in a stationary kit, every piece with her name, Hermione Granger, printed on it.
As this pen lay there in the leaves, a chipmunk came along. It searched the leaves for something, revealing the pen. It scampered away quickly as a hand came down and picked up the pen. The hand brought the pen closer to a face, cold eyes reading the name. A sinister grin formed out of their mouth and the hand moved the pen into a pocket. Making no sound at all, the mysterious person left, following Draco and Hermione.
A/N: So sorry this took so long to put up. Everythings been busy, and I had no time to type it up. But, I have it now. Hope you like.
CHAPTER THREE- Forgotten
Hermione awoke when a bird chirped in the treetops above her. She sat up and yawned, laughing silently when a bird dropping landed with a splat where her head had been. She got up and stretched, then looked around. Draco was asleep, leaning against the tree, his shirt still off. Hermione carefully walked over to him. She checked his cuts, but there were none. She smiled proudly as she realized she had applied it right.
As she stepped back, her foot pressed down on something soft. She bent down and picked up Draco's shirt. It was still bloodstained and torn. She looked around for Draco's wand and found it sticking out of a snake hole. She pulled it out and examined it. Then, she laid the shirt out on the ground and knelt down. She fingered the wand, then pointed it at the shirt.
"Repairo." she muttered, and sparks flew out of the mangled wand. The shirt sizzled for a second, then stopped. Hermione smiled. The shirt was now whole. Of course, it now had pink and white horizontally stripes on it, but at least it was whole. She looked at her own shirt and wondered if it would work. Today was supposed to be hot, and Hermione only had a sweater.
Hermione shrugged and picked up the shirt. She walked along the path towards the stream. When she got there, she took the shirt and stuck it in the cold water. She rubbed at the stains, trying her best to get them out. Why she was doing this, she didn't know, but it gave her something to do.
Under different circumstances, Hermione would have felt as uncomfortable as Draco. However, her mind was only set on taking care of Draco. Besides, she was still faithful towards her boyfriend. Thinking of him made her smile. They had gotten together last year around Christmas. She hadn't seen him all summer, and she was starting to miss him terribly.
When Draco woke up, the first thing that crossed his mind was 'Where's Hermione?' He looked around and saw the bushes near the stream shake, and he relaxed a little. Not thinking, Draco stood up and stretched. Then, he remembered. Shocked, he looked down at his leg. Sure enough, the splint was still there, but he could stand on it. It only hurt as though he had twisted it, not like it had broken. He sat back down, the small pain getting to him.
Hermione startled him by coming back into the clearing, wringing some wet, pink cloth.
"Morning." Hermione said cheerfully. Draco just nodded.
"What's that?" He mentioned with his head towards the cloth she had. Hermione unraveled it and held it out. It was a pink and white striped cloth.
"Your shirt!" She said happily. Draco raised an eyebrow.
"My shirt?" Hermione nodded. "But, it's whole and,..... pink." Draco said.
"Yeah, about that. See, I tried to fix it, and managed to, but your wand's messed up." Was all Hermione said.
"Oh, I see." Draco replied, but it took him a couple of seconds to actually understand. "Did you by any chance put any of that stuff on my leg?" He asked her.
"No. Why?" Hermione answered. Draco was now confused.
"Because I don't think it's broken any more." Hermione looked at him suspiciously.
"How can that be?" She asked. Draco shrugged.
"I don't know. I just woke up and forgot it was broken. So, I stood up and found it only hurt like I twisted it or something." Draco explained. Hermione knelt by his leg and examined it. Sure enough, the bone had been healed. Hermione was the most surprised.
"I don't understand..." She muttered. Draco frowned.
"I think I do." He mumbled. Draco thought of their visitor. They had probably fixed it, trying to get him to spend as little time with Hermione as possible. Well, he wasn't about to let them win that easily. Not when he could still play in this game. Hermione paused, then looked up at him.
"What was that?" She asked. She hadn't heard him. Draco smiled and shook his head. Hermione shrugged, looked back at his leg, then let out a deep sigh.
"Well, I have absolutely no idea how this happened, but it did. Well-" She added, standing up. "I guess this means you will be able to walk. Which is good too, because we have a little ways to go. About another day, at least. It would be faster up the hill, but I don't want to chance it." Draco looked up the hill he had fallen down that night. In the daylight, it was even more ugly. It's true steepness was shown, and the ground wasn't the prettiest either.
"So, when should we start?" Draco asked, using the tree to stand. His butt was numb from sitting so long. He tried to rest his leg, but the splint kept him from bending his knee. Hermione noticed this also.
"We should be leaving soon. You can just take that off, but save the parts of my shirt." She told him, much to his suspicion. He gratefully untied the pieces of bark and stretched his legs, sticking the shit strips in his pocket.
"I just don't get it...." Hermione muttered, completely shocked with Draco's recovery. "It's medically impossible...." Draco just shrugged, trying to act as confused as she was. He hoped Hermione would be too shocked to discover the truth. He should have known though. Hermione wasn't prefix for nothing. She thought it over many times, and quickly came up with two theories. The only way a broken one could be healed that fast was by magic. So, one theory was that Draco was just playing a trick on her, and everything was just a clever hoax. Or, they had someone following them who had healed Draco. Either way, Hermione knew she had to me careful.
"Maybe we'll never know what happened." She said. She knew, of course, that Draco knew what had happened, but she decided to play him just like he was playing her. "Right, so I guess we should just eat and forget about it." Draco nodded.
'What's wrong with you Draco?' Hermione thought. 'Why are you all the sudden so terrible at lying?' She wondered as she walked towards the basket she found last night. As she picked it up, she saw out of the corner of her eye Draco looking at the ground under a bush. She turned around and gave him a suspicious look, but shrugged it away.
"Never mind. I don't even want to know. Here. I'm not sure what is good, but this is all the food I found." Draco took the basket and looked inside. Something clicked in his mind, and he looked up at Hermione eagerly.
"Where did you find this?" He asked. Hermione frowned.
"I told you. Near the stream."
"Sow me." Draco demanded. Hermione raised an eyebrow in annoyance, then led him to the path she had taken so many times.
It took them longer then usual to reach the site because Draco was limping along, his leg still bothering him. When they reached the spot, Hermione stepped to the side so Draco could see it clearly.
It was a nice little spot. There was a stream in front of them, and on the other bank was a path of grass wide enough for a small car. Since there were no trees in this spot, a large ray of sunlight came down and warmed the grass. A lizard scampered away when they came.
It all came back to him suddenly. He looked into the basket again, and remembered.
"This-" He said, pointing to some sort of fruit salad. "This is good. It's my mom's special recipe. No matter how old it is, it will always be good to eat." Draco said matter-of-factly.
"What are you saying?" Hermione asked, a little confused.
"The other food should be okay as well. I mean, it's only been a day." He said, ignoring her. When he looked up into her face, he had to smile.
"Yes, I had the picnic here. I also know the shortest way out of here." He said. Joy spread over Hermione's face. He suddenly wished it didn't. It made him feel terrible. 'I must have been a real jerk' He thought to himself. He couldn't recall really specific things he had done, but he had a feeling Hermione remembered everything, done to every little jeer.
"However, it may still take some time. I mean, I can't really walk that fast." He said, refereeing to his leg. Hermione nodded.
"Yeah, I understand. But any other way out of here is better than the longest one. My parents will get extremely worried if I'm not back soon. I'll go get the stuff so we can eat here." She said and dashed back to the clearing. Draco trudged through the ankle high water to the other side. Sitting down, he thought about what Hermione had said.
Hermione came almost skipping out of the bushes carrying his shirt and wand, as well as the remains of her shirt. She leaped across the stream. Her foot slipped a bit and she laughed as she fell into the water. She dragged herself out of the water, her whole backside drenched. She lay down in the sun on her stomach to dry herself. They divided the remaining food and began to eat with their hands, saving a good amount for later.
As they sat there eating, Draco once again thought about what she had said. For some reason, this was really bothering him. Without warning, he told her what he was thinking.
"It must be nice" He blurted out, much to his and Hermione's surprise.
"What must be nice?" Hermione asked.
"To have parents who care." Draco continued, not knowing what he was doing. He decided to stop there. For a moment, there was an awkward silence between the two.
"What's it like living......the way you do?" Hermione asked.
"It's hard. You can't turn to your parents for help, and I don't really have any friends." Draco answered automatically.
"What about Crabbe and Goyle?" Hermione asked. Draco snorted.
"Please. Those two couldn't even spell friend, let alone try and be one. I could never trust them the way a friend is supposed to be trusted." He said, not knowing why. Why was he telling her this? After that, they were both silent, not sure what to say.
When they finished eating, Hermione hastily put the food away. Why was she feeling this way, as though she was forgetting something? She hadn't had this feeling for a while now, and it was really bugging her. When they finished packing, she darted back to the clearing to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. When she returned empty handed, Draco as waiting, leaning against a tree. He looked up when she crossed the stream .
"All set?" He asked her. Hermione nodded.
"Yeah. I don't know what's wrong with me."
"Well, I'm sure its nothing. Should we get going?" Draco asked. Hermione sighed.
"Of course. Let's go so we can get out quicker." She replied. Draco turned and led her on a path to the right, limping along. Hermione followed, but paused for a minute. She looked back into the trees briefly, then walked on.
Back in the clearing, lying hidden in a pile of leaves, was Hermione's missing object. It wasn't an important item, only a pen. However, it was a special pen, given to her by Harry and Ron for her birthday. It came in a stationary kit, every piece with her name, Hermione Granger, printed on it.
As this pen lay there in the leaves, a chipmunk came along. It searched the leaves for something, revealing the pen. It scampered away quickly as a hand came down and picked up the pen. The hand brought the pen closer to a face, cold eyes reading the name. A sinister grin formed out of their mouth and the hand moved the pen into a pocket. Making no sound at all, the mysterious person left, following Draco and Hermione.