Hi everyone! Sorry if I hadn't been able to put the 4th chapter up!
Fanfiction wasn't agreeing with me and well anyways I'll shut up now so
that you can read! Ooh I can feel a little romantic tension!
Hermione awoke the next morning. It wasn't raining as hard as it was last night. The rain was reduced to a drizzle. She looked around the cave but didn't see Draco. He's probably outside. She crawled through the small hole but saw no one exterior of the cave. Hermione began to grow frantic. What ifs crossed her mind. He couldn't have left her behind, he wouldn't . . . would he? She ran out of the cave, calling his name. No answer. She then realized that if he left she would be able to track him down by his footprints. Large footprints were in print in the fresh mud. She felt like Sherlock Holmes or Miss Marple; tracking down the killer. She soon realized that there were more footprints alongside of Draco's. Odd . . . Why would there be other people with Draco? She began hearing footsteps behind her. She began feeling like she was in the Blair Witch Project, seeing those freaky stick things hanging from the trees. She once saw that movie with a friend the summer before; she vowed never to watch it again. Remembering that movie was making her more paranoid then usual. She wasn't able to continue her thoughts for she was soon knocked out a by a rock hitting her in the back of the head. (A/N: Ok ok that's pretty lame but I had to finish the paragraph somehow! Don't worry it gets better! Plus keep in mind that Hogwarts is watching their every move!)
Hermione awoke, her head throbbing from being battered with a rock. She soon realized that she was tied to a wooden post. Her eyes soon came to focus and she surveyed her surroundings to find that she was in the middle of some sort of Amazon tribe, painted faces bustling around her and speaking swiftly in their native language. I wonder what the fuss is about, Hermione thought to herself as the natives scurried by her. Her question was soon answered when extremely odd chants began and the tribal dancers were throwing flower petals in the air and prostrating themselves on the ground before a litter carrying . . .
"Draco!?!?!" Hermione exclaimed as she saw Draco smiling smugly as he was being fed grapes by two tribal girls. He said nothing to Hermione but only smirked as his litter stopped in front of her. The natives glared at Hermione and pointed towards her grunting. One little boy with a stick in hand started wacking Hermione over the head repeatedly.
"Malfoy! Ow! Make them untie me!" Hermione cried. She was in a very uncomfortable position. Well would you be comfortable tied to a post and having a demonic tribal kid hitting you repeatedly over the head? Draco seemed to be greatly enjoying seeing Hermione tied to a post. He grinned.
"How dare you speak to a god like that!" said Draco as he stuck his nose in the air.
Hermione's eyebrows were raised, "God?"
"Yes, and its Your Highness to you. It seems as though these natives have deemed me worthy enough to be their god that was supposed to come and govern them for years to come, but like I wasn't worshipped like a god before," said Draco smugly as he crossed his arms.
"Well then Your Highness will you please untie me from this post," Hermione replied mockingly.
"Hmm, let me think about that," said Draco as he tapped his foot. The natives watched with great interest
"How about . . .no, oh and mudblood you'd better get used to being in that position . . . you're going to stay like that for awhile" said Draco nastily. Hermione screamed in fury as she tried to wriggle from her ropes that tied her to the post.
"YOU LITTLE---- "* extremely bad words resound throughout the Amazons, birds fly from the trees in fright *
Meanwhile back at Hogwarts . . .
People stared wide-eyed in horror at the screen. They never expected bookworm Hermione to even think about the words she just said.
"Well I certainly never heard those words before," Dumbledore chuckled as he watched with great importance at the screen. The teachers exchanged quick glances at each other but said nothing.
Back in the Amazons . . .
Hermione looked at Draco scornfully as she watched him lounge in the litter, being fed and having people do his every whim without even raising his finger. Draco meanwhile immensely enjoyed watching Hermione glare hatefully at him as he was being pampered while she was tied to a post. Even though Draco hated to admit it, she did look pretty when she was angry. Draco eased back into his pillow. These tribal babes weren't all that bad, Draco thought to himself even though they didn't speak one word of English but they understood Draco well enough. He was taking pleasure in these events that were occurring.
Later that night . . .
Draco got out from his tent. All of the grapes were getting to him and it was a good time to think since everyone has already gone to bed so they won't be there to be of nuisance to him. He could see Hermione still tied to the post. The angry expression was still on her face. He smiled and walked over towards her.
"Having fun?" he asked as he stood in front of her.
"Oh I am having so much fun being stuck to this wooden post!" Hermione said scornfully as she looked up at Draco. Oh how he loved to torment her.
"I love seeing you so helpless here and being tied to a post. This memory shall be etched in my mind forever," said Draco fondly as he stared at Hermione.
"Malfoy just shut up and please untie me! I haven't had water nor food all day!" Hermione cried.
"What's in it for me?" Draco asked.
"If you don't untie me I'll make your life a living hell and when I die I shall haunt you for the rest of your life," Hermione said darkly as she looked at Draco. He looked pretty dang good, the moonlight shimmering on his silver hair but he's a Malfoy. Wasn't he the one who jeered and taunted her for the past 6 years? It just wouldn't work. Draco rolled his eyes and began untying her from the post. She tenderly touched the red marks on her wrists.
"Thanks," she quickly mumbled to Draco. She quickly kicked him in the shins, good and hard.
"Hey! What was that for?" He asked, wincing in pain.
"For having me tied to that freaking post!" said Hermione hotly as she stormed back into the forest, Draco following behind her but they didn't get too far until . . .
Sorry! Lame part to stop at! Yay! I shall continue writing and keep those reviews coming! I have much still in stored for these two! Suggestions are appreciated!
Mo^_^
Hermione awoke the next morning. It wasn't raining as hard as it was last night. The rain was reduced to a drizzle. She looked around the cave but didn't see Draco. He's probably outside. She crawled through the small hole but saw no one exterior of the cave. Hermione began to grow frantic. What ifs crossed her mind. He couldn't have left her behind, he wouldn't . . . would he? She ran out of the cave, calling his name. No answer. She then realized that if he left she would be able to track him down by his footprints. Large footprints were in print in the fresh mud. She felt like Sherlock Holmes or Miss Marple; tracking down the killer. She soon realized that there were more footprints alongside of Draco's. Odd . . . Why would there be other people with Draco? She began hearing footsteps behind her. She began feeling like she was in the Blair Witch Project, seeing those freaky stick things hanging from the trees. She once saw that movie with a friend the summer before; she vowed never to watch it again. Remembering that movie was making her more paranoid then usual. She wasn't able to continue her thoughts for she was soon knocked out a by a rock hitting her in the back of the head. (A/N: Ok ok that's pretty lame but I had to finish the paragraph somehow! Don't worry it gets better! Plus keep in mind that Hogwarts is watching their every move!)
Hermione awoke, her head throbbing from being battered with a rock. She soon realized that she was tied to a wooden post. Her eyes soon came to focus and she surveyed her surroundings to find that she was in the middle of some sort of Amazon tribe, painted faces bustling around her and speaking swiftly in their native language. I wonder what the fuss is about, Hermione thought to herself as the natives scurried by her. Her question was soon answered when extremely odd chants began and the tribal dancers were throwing flower petals in the air and prostrating themselves on the ground before a litter carrying . . .
"Draco!?!?!" Hermione exclaimed as she saw Draco smiling smugly as he was being fed grapes by two tribal girls. He said nothing to Hermione but only smirked as his litter stopped in front of her. The natives glared at Hermione and pointed towards her grunting. One little boy with a stick in hand started wacking Hermione over the head repeatedly.
"Malfoy! Ow! Make them untie me!" Hermione cried. She was in a very uncomfortable position. Well would you be comfortable tied to a post and having a demonic tribal kid hitting you repeatedly over the head? Draco seemed to be greatly enjoying seeing Hermione tied to a post. He grinned.
"How dare you speak to a god like that!" said Draco as he stuck his nose in the air.
Hermione's eyebrows were raised, "God?"
"Yes, and its Your Highness to you. It seems as though these natives have deemed me worthy enough to be their god that was supposed to come and govern them for years to come, but like I wasn't worshipped like a god before," said Draco smugly as he crossed his arms.
"Well then Your Highness will you please untie me from this post," Hermione replied mockingly.
"Hmm, let me think about that," said Draco as he tapped his foot. The natives watched with great interest
"How about . . .no, oh and mudblood you'd better get used to being in that position . . . you're going to stay like that for awhile" said Draco nastily. Hermione screamed in fury as she tried to wriggle from her ropes that tied her to the post.
"YOU LITTLE---- "* extremely bad words resound throughout the Amazons, birds fly from the trees in fright *
Meanwhile back at Hogwarts . . .
People stared wide-eyed in horror at the screen. They never expected bookworm Hermione to even think about the words she just said.
"Well I certainly never heard those words before," Dumbledore chuckled as he watched with great importance at the screen. The teachers exchanged quick glances at each other but said nothing.
Back in the Amazons . . .
Hermione looked at Draco scornfully as she watched him lounge in the litter, being fed and having people do his every whim without even raising his finger. Draco meanwhile immensely enjoyed watching Hermione glare hatefully at him as he was being pampered while she was tied to a post. Even though Draco hated to admit it, she did look pretty when she was angry. Draco eased back into his pillow. These tribal babes weren't all that bad, Draco thought to himself even though they didn't speak one word of English but they understood Draco well enough. He was taking pleasure in these events that were occurring.
Later that night . . .
Draco got out from his tent. All of the grapes were getting to him and it was a good time to think since everyone has already gone to bed so they won't be there to be of nuisance to him. He could see Hermione still tied to the post. The angry expression was still on her face. He smiled and walked over towards her.
"Having fun?" he asked as he stood in front of her.
"Oh I am having so much fun being stuck to this wooden post!" Hermione said scornfully as she looked up at Draco. Oh how he loved to torment her.
"I love seeing you so helpless here and being tied to a post. This memory shall be etched in my mind forever," said Draco fondly as he stared at Hermione.
"Malfoy just shut up and please untie me! I haven't had water nor food all day!" Hermione cried.
"What's in it for me?" Draco asked.
"If you don't untie me I'll make your life a living hell and when I die I shall haunt you for the rest of your life," Hermione said darkly as she looked at Draco. He looked pretty dang good, the moonlight shimmering on his silver hair but he's a Malfoy. Wasn't he the one who jeered and taunted her for the past 6 years? It just wouldn't work. Draco rolled his eyes and began untying her from the post. She tenderly touched the red marks on her wrists.
"Thanks," she quickly mumbled to Draco. She quickly kicked him in the shins, good and hard.
"Hey! What was that for?" He asked, wincing in pain.
"For having me tied to that freaking post!" said Hermione hotly as she stormed back into the forest, Draco following behind her but they didn't get too far until . . .
Sorry! Lame part to stop at! Yay! I shall continue writing and keep those reviews coming! I have much still in stored for these two! Suggestions are appreciated!
Mo^_^