A/N: Sorry about not updating earlier, my computer crashed, then I went out
of town for a week and I finally got around to getting a new hard drive.
And thanks to Kally for reviewing. I should be updating more often now that
I have everything in order. So enjoy the next part and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of it's characters. Just borrowing them for the moment.
The first thing Hermione became aware of was that she was lying on something soft. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked around. She realized she was no longer on the Hogwarts Express and the events that had happened on the train all came rushing back. Malfoy. The Blackout. Death Eaters. Being hexed…
"Ugh." Came a sound from underneath Hermione, cutting off her train of thought. Hermione reached back to feel what she was lying on.
"Granger, as much as I know that you want to cop a feel of yours truly, I would prefer if you would at least get off of me before you give me some kind of disease," Draco finished as he struggled to push Hermione off of him.
Hermione's eyes grew wide at the end of Draco's speech. She rolled off of him and stood up. "I would never ever even think of touching you Malfoy if you were the last person alive and in order for the human race to survive we needed to reproduce. I would let us become extinct. The thought of you makes me ill!" Hermione yelled.
Draco sat up slowly, wincing at the slight pain in his ribs, "You obviously have put a lot of thought into the fantasy you created," Draco said with a smirk at Hermione's reaction. "You're not a walk in the park either," Draco added as an after thought. He looked around and took in their surroundings. They were lying on a beach and just in front of them was the ocean. The water was crystal clear with exotic looking fish swimming in it. Directly behind them was a forest, the underbrush moving every once in a while, the only sign that there was life other than them at the moment.
"What did you do Granger?" Draco asked Hermione when he stopped looking around and settled his gaze on her. Hermione glanced at Draco and saw that his eyes were narrowed menacingly at her and he seemed angry.
"I didn't do a thing Malfoy," Hermione spat out at Draco as she sat back down. "If you care to remember what happened on the train," Hermione said as if pointing out the most obvious answer to a three year old, "we were attacked by Death Eaters. The yelled a curse at us and we ended up here. Exsulo Gyaraorum I think."
Draco became deathly pale as Hermione finished her rant. Hermione, slightly disturbed by Draco's silence, focused her attention on him. With a wrinkle of her brow, she asked the most logical thing.
"What?"
This knocked Draco out of his self-imposed stupor and he quickly put a sneer on his face. "Few things you should know Granger," Draco said as he slowly stood up, holding one hand over his ribs. "First, they did not want to attack me. Think about it, I'm a Malfoy. You just mucked up the plan and I got sent here with you."
"Plan? You were in on this?" Hermione interrupted Draco, her voice taking on a slight not of hysteria.
Draco sighed. "Granger, think about who my father is. I knew something was going to happen, just not what. I'm not privy to that information…at least until Christmas."
"Christmas?" Hermione asked confused. "Why Christmas?"
"Second, Do you even know what the curse Exsulo Gyaraorum means?" Draco asked, ignoring her question. Hermione decided not to push the subject…yet and shook her head. "We, as you so aptly put it earlier, have been banished to an island somewhere near Aegean. No one who has been sent here has ever been found again. The island in itself is unplottable. There have been stories of course, but they are nothing more than stories told to a child at night."
"I read about Aegean in a book," Hermione said.
"Surprise, surprise," Draco added sarcastically.
"Some of the worst criminals were sent here," Hermione continued as if Draco had never spoken. "They even had their own society. But then one of them went on a killing spree and everyone died before he finally succumbed to some illness. The island was no longer used because it was believed evil."
"True, but it was no longer used for muggles. They still sent wizards and witches. They broke their wands, sealed their magic and sent them here, never to be heard from again. Apparently, the Dark Lord discovered it again and decided to send his enemies here one by one to die and no one would be the wiser. I doubt that we will get much company though. There must be wards around the island that lets him know when someone dies and only then would he send someone else. Logical really, that way there is a guarantee of no survival," Draco said thoughtfully.
"We're stuck here?" Hermione asked meekly, the reality of the situation finally setting in.
"Granger, for being number one in our class, you are quite daft," Draco said as he looked out to the water. "We better find shelter, it's going to be dark soon." Draco said as he turned and began to walk towards the forest. He paused slightly and turned around. He raised an eyebrow at Hermione as she still sat on the beach. "Do you need a personal invitation Granger?"
Hermione scowled at Draco. "You arrogant prick. Did you even bother to realize we are both wandless, seeing as how are wands are lying exactly where we left them on the train and now I have to put up with you of all people and you expect me to—"
"Wandless?" Draco cut Hermione off as he frantically searched himself and the area he had been lying down before stopping because of the pain in his ribs became too intense.
"Wandless." Hermione said as she stood up.
The sun was beginning to set in the distance and she did not want to be out in the open where who Draco and offered her shoulder to lean on. Draco looked at her extremely confused. Hermione just shrugged her shoulders.
"Don't get any ideas Ferret Boy. I just don't want to be alone on this island for the rest of my life. Some company is better than nothing," Hermione added with a scowl. Draco tried to push past Hermione, but the pain in his ribs had him doubled over after a few steps. Hermione walked over to where Draco stood and waited. He finally caved and leaned into her.
"Just remember Granger," Draco said as they trudged along towards the forest, "I would never have done this had I not bruised my ribs. This is against all of my better judgments."
"Likewise," Hermione said as she strained to keep them both moving at a moderate pace.
Together they struggled to walk through the forest, Draco leaning on Hermione more and more because of the pain in his ribs. They stopped every twenty feet or so to rest before resuming their journey. After twenty minutes of walking in silence they found a cave.
"Do you hear that?" Draco asked.
Hermione listened carefully before her eyes lit up. "Water!"
Draco and Hermione hurried inside and to the far back where they could hear the sound of water. There was a small stream and both fell to their knees at the sight. They scooped up the water, quenching their thirst. Hermione was the first to stop.
"Malfoy!" Hermione whispered harshly with one hand over her mouth. Draco stopped drinking the water and looked at Hermione, irritated that she had interrupted him. Hermione was staring at him with wide eyes and a finger shakily pointing behind him. Confused slightly, Draco turned slowly.
"Oh Merlin."
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of it's characters. Just borrowing them for the moment.
The first thing Hermione became aware of was that she was lying on something soft. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked around. She realized she was no longer on the Hogwarts Express and the events that had happened on the train all came rushing back. Malfoy. The Blackout. Death Eaters. Being hexed…
"Ugh." Came a sound from underneath Hermione, cutting off her train of thought. Hermione reached back to feel what she was lying on.
"Granger, as much as I know that you want to cop a feel of yours truly, I would prefer if you would at least get off of me before you give me some kind of disease," Draco finished as he struggled to push Hermione off of him.
Hermione's eyes grew wide at the end of Draco's speech. She rolled off of him and stood up. "I would never ever even think of touching you Malfoy if you were the last person alive and in order for the human race to survive we needed to reproduce. I would let us become extinct. The thought of you makes me ill!" Hermione yelled.
Draco sat up slowly, wincing at the slight pain in his ribs, "You obviously have put a lot of thought into the fantasy you created," Draco said with a smirk at Hermione's reaction. "You're not a walk in the park either," Draco added as an after thought. He looked around and took in their surroundings. They were lying on a beach and just in front of them was the ocean. The water was crystal clear with exotic looking fish swimming in it. Directly behind them was a forest, the underbrush moving every once in a while, the only sign that there was life other than them at the moment.
"What did you do Granger?" Draco asked Hermione when he stopped looking around and settled his gaze on her. Hermione glanced at Draco and saw that his eyes were narrowed menacingly at her and he seemed angry.
"I didn't do a thing Malfoy," Hermione spat out at Draco as she sat back down. "If you care to remember what happened on the train," Hermione said as if pointing out the most obvious answer to a three year old, "we were attacked by Death Eaters. The yelled a curse at us and we ended up here. Exsulo Gyaraorum I think."
Draco became deathly pale as Hermione finished her rant. Hermione, slightly disturbed by Draco's silence, focused her attention on him. With a wrinkle of her brow, she asked the most logical thing.
"What?"
This knocked Draco out of his self-imposed stupor and he quickly put a sneer on his face. "Few things you should know Granger," Draco said as he slowly stood up, holding one hand over his ribs. "First, they did not want to attack me. Think about it, I'm a Malfoy. You just mucked up the plan and I got sent here with you."
"Plan? You were in on this?" Hermione interrupted Draco, her voice taking on a slight not of hysteria.
Draco sighed. "Granger, think about who my father is. I knew something was going to happen, just not what. I'm not privy to that information…at least until Christmas."
"Christmas?" Hermione asked confused. "Why Christmas?"
"Second, Do you even know what the curse Exsulo Gyaraorum means?" Draco asked, ignoring her question. Hermione decided not to push the subject…yet and shook her head. "We, as you so aptly put it earlier, have been banished to an island somewhere near Aegean. No one who has been sent here has ever been found again. The island in itself is unplottable. There have been stories of course, but they are nothing more than stories told to a child at night."
"I read about Aegean in a book," Hermione said.
"Surprise, surprise," Draco added sarcastically.
"Some of the worst criminals were sent here," Hermione continued as if Draco had never spoken. "They even had their own society. But then one of them went on a killing spree and everyone died before he finally succumbed to some illness. The island was no longer used because it was believed evil."
"True, but it was no longer used for muggles. They still sent wizards and witches. They broke their wands, sealed their magic and sent them here, never to be heard from again. Apparently, the Dark Lord discovered it again and decided to send his enemies here one by one to die and no one would be the wiser. I doubt that we will get much company though. There must be wards around the island that lets him know when someone dies and only then would he send someone else. Logical really, that way there is a guarantee of no survival," Draco said thoughtfully.
"We're stuck here?" Hermione asked meekly, the reality of the situation finally setting in.
"Granger, for being number one in our class, you are quite daft," Draco said as he looked out to the water. "We better find shelter, it's going to be dark soon." Draco said as he turned and began to walk towards the forest. He paused slightly and turned around. He raised an eyebrow at Hermione as she still sat on the beach. "Do you need a personal invitation Granger?"
Hermione scowled at Draco. "You arrogant prick. Did you even bother to realize we are both wandless, seeing as how are wands are lying exactly where we left them on the train and now I have to put up with you of all people and you expect me to—"
"Wandless?" Draco cut Hermione off as he frantically searched himself and the area he had been lying down before stopping because of the pain in his ribs became too intense.
"Wandless." Hermione said as she stood up.
The sun was beginning to set in the distance and she did not want to be out in the open where who Draco and offered her shoulder to lean on. Draco looked at her extremely confused. Hermione just shrugged her shoulders.
"Don't get any ideas Ferret Boy. I just don't want to be alone on this island for the rest of my life. Some company is better than nothing," Hermione added with a scowl. Draco tried to push past Hermione, but the pain in his ribs had him doubled over after a few steps. Hermione walked over to where Draco stood and waited. He finally caved and leaned into her.
"Just remember Granger," Draco said as they trudged along towards the forest, "I would never have done this had I not bruised my ribs. This is against all of my better judgments."
"Likewise," Hermione said as she strained to keep them both moving at a moderate pace.
Together they struggled to walk through the forest, Draco leaning on Hermione more and more because of the pain in his ribs. They stopped every twenty feet or so to rest before resuming their journey. After twenty minutes of walking in silence they found a cave.
"Do you hear that?" Draco asked.
Hermione listened carefully before her eyes lit up. "Water!"
Draco and Hermione hurried inside and to the far back where they could hear the sound of water. There was a small stream and both fell to their knees at the sight. They scooped up the water, quenching their thirst. Hermione was the first to stop.
"Malfoy!" Hermione whispered harshly with one hand over her mouth. Draco stopped drinking the water and looked at Hermione, irritated that she had interrupted him. Hermione was staring at him with wide eyes and a finger shakily pointing behind him. Confused slightly, Draco turned slowly.
"Oh Merlin."
