Disclaimer: not mine.
A/N: someone told me that the POVs were confusing them and if I really wanted to do them, I should add a narrator's POV and stop repeating. Okey dokey then!
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Bizarre Discoveries
Some-fly-on-the-wall (Narrator's) POV:
They finished breakfast and climbed the stairs to their rooms to get their outdoor clothes on. Ten minutes later.
"Hermione! Are you ready yet?" Draco was pounding on her door and yelling.
"One minute!" came the reply. Draco dragged a chair he had found in his room out to the stained glass window and looked out through it. In the distance, he could see the ski slopes and the actual Lodge itself.
'Wow, those slopes go pretty high,' he thought, a bit afraid. 'Wouldn't want to spend Christmas holidays unconscious.'
"I'm ready now," he heard a voice and turned to see Hermione standing there like a puffy marshmallow. He started to laugh.
"What exactly is so funny?"
"Can you move with all those layers on?"
Hermione frowned at him. "Maybe I wont be like a soggy piece of spaghetti, but I'll be warm."
"I'll be warm too, Hermione. See, look," he took his wand out of his coat and said "Compacto." Suddenly all Hermione's puffy coats and sweaters were all as thin as one layer, but still as warm. "See?" he asked. "Warm and mobile."
"Okay, let's go!" she said and they headed down the stairs.
--~~~***
Ten minutes later, and Hermione and Draco could be found trudging along the road to the lodge. Aunt Jackie had offered to drive them, but Hermione insisted that they had to walk. Aunt Jackie had just shrugged and walked off.
So now they were walking along the quarter-of-a-mile-long road to the ski lodge, which opened in half an hour. They had plenty of time.
"So, er Hermione," Draco said. "Do you know how to ski?"
"Well, I used to know how to ski really well, but that was over 11 years ago."
"But you still remember some of the basics, right?"
"I think so, why?"
"Er. can you teach me?"
At that, Hermione smiled. Draco Malfoy was asking her, Hermione Granger, for help. "Sure, Draco."
'Did she just call me Draco?' he nearly tripped over a rock in the road in shock.
"What?" Hermione looked at him questioningly.
"Er, nothing."
Hermione still wasn't convinced that nothing was going on, but she decided not to argue. 'It's not worth it,' she told herself.
Finally, they were there. Hermione, without realizing it, grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him toward the window where they sold tickets.
"We're related to Jackie and Mandy," she informed the ticket person.
"Hermione?" The guy behind the window stared at her. "It is you!"
At first, Hermione didn't know who he was, but as soon as he came out, she remembered.
~*~
Flashback
~*~
5-year old Hermione was sitting on the floor of her aunt's house opening Christmas presents. A small boy about seven years old jumps down the stairs. That little boy was her cousin (on her father's side) Ian. Ian was taller than Hermione. He was about four feet tall with smooth, long, black hair, and black eyes that were very loving.
Hermione was his favorite cousin and he got to spend Christmas with her. Ian could remember when Hermione and himself were very small; they used to play together all the time. Sometimes, she would even get to sleep over.
Ian gave her a package with a big smile on his face. She carefully took it from him and unwrapped it. Inside was a medium sized kelly-green stuffed bunny. She pulled it out of the box, smiling at him. Green was her favorite color.
~*~
End Flashback
~*~
"Ian!" she squealed loudly as he embraced her. "What are you doing here?"
"Well," he began, "After graduating my school, I didn't really have much to do so I owled... I mean I sent a letter to your aunt Many, I always liked her, and she sent me a letter back."
Even though he tried to cover it up, Hermione caught the word "owled." For the first time, Hermione Granger realized that her cousin wasn't a muggle. He was a wizard. Her eyes went wide in shock.
"Ian!" she yelled in a whisper. "Why didn't you tell me that you're a wizard?"
He backed up from her and stared at her, shocked. "Hermione?" he breathed.
She smiled at him and jabbed her thumb at Draco. "He is too," she told him.
Surprised at being included in their conversation, Draco's head shot up. 'Ian,' he thought. Where had he heard that name before?
Draco stuck out his hand generously. "Draco Malfoy," he said.
"Draco. Malfoy did you say?" Ian asked him. "I know you! Ian Snape. Do you remember me? I was in Slytherin house last year, before I graduated."
"Snape?" Hermione asked him in alarm. "I didn't know your last name was Snape! Wait a minute. Your father is the brother of my father. How could your last name be Snape?"
Ian looked around and pulled Hermione into the lodge and into the staff room.
Draco, who didn't want to be left outside in the cold snow, especially with all the muggle skiers who were arriving, followed them into the lodge and knocked on the door he had seen Hermione disappear into. "Hermione, I demand you let me in at once!" he yelled at the wood. Suddenly, the door swung open and Draco hurried inside before they could close the door in his face again.
"Hermione, as I was saying, your father. Hermione, he's a wizard. He disappeared from the wizarding world about ten years ago, we haven't seen him since. We assumed. something happened to him and you."
"What about my mother? Is she a witch too?"
"No, Hermione, she's an honest-to-Merlin muggle."
"Why didn't Dad tell me?"
"Hermione, he was trying to get away from the wizarding world. He wanted to get away from Voldemort. He changed his name, and the rest of your family's last time and went into hiding."
"So that means." Hermione started to say slowly, but before she could finish, Draco interrupted.
"What it means, Hermione, is you're not Hermione Granger, you're Hermione Snape. You're not a muggle-born either. And you're related to Professor Snape, from what I remember, right Ian?" Draco said, all very quickly, as though trying to believe it himself.
Ian nodded, to support Draco's theory.
"I'm related to Snape?"
"We've established this already, Hermione, come on, I want to learn how to ski!" Draco said, tired of waiting and proceeded to pull Hermione out of the staff room.
They were followed by Ian, who went back to his position behind the ticket window. "How can I help you?" he asked, formally.
"Two lift tickets please, oh and we need rentals."
Ian handed her the lift tickets and the rental tickets and smiled before saying "NEXT!"
Hermione, once again, grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him towards the rental shop. She handed the tickets to the person behind the counter and they filled out so many forms that Draco thought it was more trouble than it was worth.
When they had finally gotten all their stuff and arrived at the bunny slope, Hermione showed Draco how to put on the boots and then snap the boots into the skis. Soon, they were off to the pulley rope. They grabbed on and were gently pulled up the gradual slope. But before they reached the top, Draco's skis got out of his control and he went sliding down off the side of the trail.
The guy operating the pulley stopped it and yanked Draco back onto the trail and into an upright position. "Are you okay?" he asked. Draco nodded and turned red; embarrassed that he couldn't even stay on the trail.
They reached the top without any more mishaps and Draco skied over to Hermione using his poles to push him. "How do I do this?" he asked.
Hermione smiled and showed him how to snow plough. Once she was fairly certain he'd be able to stop, she skied off, going in a zigzag line on the trail.
Draco soon followed, and he looked like he knew what he was doing, when he went over a bump and his skis went out of control. One ski went one way, the other ski the other way. Hermione froze. Draco wasn't moving. She tried to get her skis off, but there was too much snow stuck in the binding. She finally just took the whole thing off and ran to Draco in her socks.
Draco still wasn't moving when she reached him. He was laying face down in the snow, his blonde hair splayed over his face.
"Draco?" she called out to him, not noticing that her socks were soaked through and the snow was incredibly cold.
Draco sat up and threw a pre-made snowball at Hermione. "Gotcha!" he exclaimed as the snowball hit Hermione in the stomach.
"Oh you are so dead," she taunted and bent down to scoop up snow, getting hit in the back of the head while she wasn't paying attention. Luckily it was soft, just-fallen snow. Before Hermione even stood up; a snowball hit Draco. Hermione had thrown it while she was still bent over; something he wasn't expecting.
"Draco! I thought you were. hurt!" Hermione screamed at him.
"Ah well, this is an uncomfortable position, but no permanent damage." It was then he noticed her feet. She must have taken her skis off to come to help him! If she got sick, it'd be his fault!
"Hermione! You're not wearing any shoes!"
"I know, I couldn't get my skis off my ski boots, I had to take them all off to get up here."
Hermione pulled Draco to his feet and helped him remove his skis. He was going to need personal lessons. Something Ian could probably provide. They walked down to where Hermione had left her skis and ski boots and she picked them up, not bothering to put them back on and brought Draco to the returns office.
After returning their skis, saying farewell to Ian and putting their normal boots on, they started walking back to the house. Draco could tell that taking her shoes off and walking up a snowy hill was not the smartest thing Hermione had ever done. She was already turning an odd shade of blue and her teeth were chattering. Hermione had tried to dry her socks off with the hand dryers in the bathroom, but it didn't work. So they opted for returning to the house before she became unable to walk.
"Hermione," Draco said, and turned to her. "Back there, you took your shoes off to see if I was all right. Hermione, that was like shaved ice! You could have frozen! You know you're probably going to get sick now. Why did you do it, Hermione? Why?"
Hermione looked down at the dirt road they were walking on. She had tears streaming down her face. "Because I. I care for you. I care for you a lot, Draco," she whispered before falling to the ground. Her feet had finally become so cold that she could no longer walk on them.
Draco, wide-eyed stared down at this girl who just announced she cared for him. Someone cared for him, and now she was on the ground because Draco had to be childish and not get up. Draco bent down and picked up Hermione, who looked up at him, but stayed silent. Draco smiled down at her and carried her the rest of the way to the house.
When Draco stumbled into the mudroom with Hermione in his arms, he removed her coat and other outer clothes (no not like her pants and shirt, I mean like ski pants). She was asleep by that time, so he brought her to her room. He wasn't sure what to do, but he knew that her body temperature was dangerously low.
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A/N: hehe. Sorry I stopped there. Don't worry; they're not going to die or anything. I'll try to update soon.
Shadun: See? THANK YOU! Hehe.
Jaded: Er, the wrong plane thing was just Draco being ignorant of muggle transportation. Keep reviewing!
Toria: thanks! Keep reading and reviewing, I hope you like the future chapters.
Pippin282: Lol. Thanks. I actually went skiing with my friend once, it was so much fun, so I thought, hey, if they went skiing, they could have fun too! Lol.
Hobbit Shortness: hey thanks girl. you don't mind that I'm sending all this extra stuff, do you? I don't really want to have to go add it in later.
Draco is the man: They'll get together eventually. They just don't realize they like each other in that sort of way yet. Well, maybe Hermione does.
Dreaming One: if you ever get too mean with your criticism, and say "You should be kicked off the planet, that was horrible" then yes, I'd ask you to please shut up. Lol. You like the new POV? It was kind of nice not to have to repeat something.
'Till next time
-D.I.
A/N: someone told me that the POVs were confusing them and if I really wanted to do them, I should add a narrator's POV and stop repeating. Okey dokey then!
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Bizarre Discoveries
Some-fly-on-the-wall (Narrator's) POV:
They finished breakfast and climbed the stairs to their rooms to get their outdoor clothes on. Ten minutes later.
"Hermione! Are you ready yet?" Draco was pounding on her door and yelling.
"One minute!" came the reply. Draco dragged a chair he had found in his room out to the stained glass window and looked out through it. In the distance, he could see the ski slopes and the actual Lodge itself.
'Wow, those slopes go pretty high,' he thought, a bit afraid. 'Wouldn't want to spend Christmas holidays unconscious.'
"I'm ready now," he heard a voice and turned to see Hermione standing there like a puffy marshmallow. He started to laugh.
"What exactly is so funny?"
"Can you move with all those layers on?"
Hermione frowned at him. "Maybe I wont be like a soggy piece of spaghetti, but I'll be warm."
"I'll be warm too, Hermione. See, look," he took his wand out of his coat and said "Compacto." Suddenly all Hermione's puffy coats and sweaters were all as thin as one layer, but still as warm. "See?" he asked. "Warm and mobile."
"Okay, let's go!" she said and they headed down the stairs.
--~~~***
Ten minutes later, and Hermione and Draco could be found trudging along the road to the lodge. Aunt Jackie had offered to drive them, but Hermione insisted that they had to walk. Aunt Jackie had just shrugged and walked off.
So now they were walking along the quarter-of-a-mile-long road to the ski lodge, which opened in half an hour. They had plenty of time.
"So, er Hermione," Draco said. "Do you know how to ski?"
"Well, I used to know how to ski really well, but that was over 11 years ago."
"But you still remember some of the basics, right?"
"I think so, why?"
"Er. can you teach me?"
At that, Hermione smiled. Draco Malfoy was asking her, Hermione Granger, for help. "Sure, Draco."
'Did she just call me Draco?' he nearly tripped over a rock in the road in shock.
"What?" Hermione looked at him questioningly.
"Er, nothing."
Hermione still wasn't convinced that nothing was going on, but she decided not to argue. 'It's not worth it,' she told herself.
Finally, they were there. Hermione, without realizing it, grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him toward the window where they sold tickets.
"We're related to Jackie and Mandy," she informed the ticket person.
"Hermione?" The guy behind the window stared at her. "It is you!"
At first, Hermione didn't know who he was, but as soon as he came out, she remembered.
~*~
Flashback
~*~
5-year old Hermione was sitting on the floor of her aunt's house opening Christmas presents. A small boy about seven years old jumps down the stairs. That little boy was her cousin (on her father's side) Ian. Ian was taller than Hermione. He was about four feet tall with smooth, long, black hair, and black eyes that were very loving.
Hermione was his favorite cousin and he got to spend Christmas with her. Ian could remember when Hermione and himself were very small; they used to play together all the time. Sometimes, she would even get to sleep over.
Ian gave her a package with a big smile on his face. She carefully took it from him and unwrapped it. Inside was a medium sized kelly-green stuffed bunny. She pulled it out of the box, smiling at him. Green was her favorite color.
~*~
End Flashback
~*~
"Ian!" she squealed loudly as he embraced her. "What are you doing here?"
"Well," he began, "After graduating my school, I didn't really have much to do so I owled... I mean I sent a letter to your aunt Many, I always liked her, and she sent me a letter back."
Even though he tried to cover it up, Hermione caught the word "owled." For the first time, Hermione Granger realized that her cousin wasn't a muggle. He was a wizard. Her eyes went wide in shock.
"Ian!" she yelled in a whisper. "Why didn't you tell me that you're a wizard?"
He backed up from her and stared at her, shocked. "Hermione?" he breathed.
She smiled at him and jabbed her thumb at Draco. "He is too," she told him.
Surprised at being included in their conversation, Draco's head shot up. 'Ian,' he thought. Where had he heard that name before?
Draco stuck out his hand generously. "Draco Malfoy," he said.
"Draco. Malfoy did you say?" Ian asked him. "I know you! Ian Snape. Do you remember me? I was in Slytherin house last year, before I graduated."
"Snape?" Hermione asked him in alarm. "I didn't know your last name was Snape! Wait a minute. Your father is the brother of my father. How could your last name be Snape?"
Ian looked around and pulled Hermione into the lodge and into the staff room.
Draco, who didn't want to be left outside in the cold snow, especially with all the muggle skiers who were arriving, followed them into the lodge and knocked on the door he had seen Hermione disappear into. "Hermione, I demand you let me in at once!" he yelled at the wood. Suddenly, the door swung open and Draco hurried inside before they could close the door in his face again.
"Hermione, as I was saying, your father. Hermione, he's a wizard. He disappeared from the wizarding world about ten years ago, we haven't seen him since. We assumed. something happened to him and you."
"What about my mother? Is she a witch too?"
"No, Hermione, she's an honest-to-Merlin muggle."
"Why didn't Dad tell me?"
"Hermione, he was trying to get away from the wizarding world. He wanted to get away from Voldemort. He changed his name, and the rest of your family's last time and went into hiding."
"So that means." Hermione started to say slowly, but before she could finish, Draco interrupted.
"What it means, Hermione, is you're not Hermione Granger, you're Hermione Snape. You're not a muggle-born either. And you're related to Professor Snape, from what I remember, right Ian?" Draco said, all very quickly, as though trying to believe it himself.
Ian nodded, to support Draco's theory.
"I'm related to Snape?"
"We've established this already, Hermione, come on, I want to learn how to ski!" Draco said, tired of waiting and proceeded to pull Hermione out of the staff room.
They were followed by Ian, who went back to his position behind the ticket window. "How can I help you?" he asked, formally.
"Two lift tickets please, oh and we need rentals."
Ian handed her the lift tickets and the rental tickets and smiled before saying "NEXT!"
Hermione, once again, grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him towards the rental shop. She handed the tickets to the person behind the counter and they filled out so many forms that Draco thought it was more trouble than it was worth.
When they had finally gotten all their stuff and arrived at the bunny slope, Hermione showed Draco how to put on the boots and then snap the boots into the skis. Soon, they were off to the pulley rope. They grabbed on and were gently pulled up the gradual slope. But before they reached the top, Draco's skis got out of his control and he went sliding down off the side of the trail.
The guy operating the pulley stopped it and yanked Draco back onto the trail and into an upright position. "Are you okay?" he asked. Draco nodded and turned red; embarrassed that he couldn't even stay on the trail.
They reached the top without any more mishaps and Draco skied over to Hermione using his poles to push him. "How do I do this?" he asked.
Hermione smiled and showed him how to snow plough. Once she was fairly certain he'd be able to stop, she skied off, going in a zigzag line on the trail.
Draco soon followed, and he looked like he knew what he was doing, when he went over a bump and his skis went out of control. One ski went one way, the other ski the other way. Hermione froze. Draco wasn't moving. She tried to get her skis off, but there was too much snow stuck in the binding. She finally just took the whole thing off and ran to Draco in her socks.
Draco still wasn't moving when she reached him. He was laying face down in the snow, his blonde hair splayed over his face.
"Draco?" she called out to him, not noticing that her socks were soaked through and the snow was incredibly cold.
Draco sat up and threw a pre-made snowball at Hermione. "Gotcha!" he exclaimed as the snowball hit Hermione in the stomach.
"Oh you are so dead," she taunted and bent down to scoop up snow, getting hit in the back of the head while she wasn't paying attention. Luckily it was soft, just-fallen snow. Before Hermione even stood up; a snowball hit Draco. Hermione had thrown it while she was still bent over; something he wasn't expecting.
"Draco! I thought you were. hurt!" Hermione screamed at him.
"Ah well, this is an uncomfortable position, but no permanent damage." It was then he noticed her feet. She must have taken her skis off to come to help him! If she got sick, it'd be his fault!
"Hermione! You're not wearing any shoes!"
"I know, I couldn't get my skis off my ski boots, I had to take them all off to get up here."
Hermione pulled Draco to his feet and helped him remove his skis. He was going to need personal lessons. Something Ian could probably provide. They walked down to where Hermione had left her skis and ski boots and she picked them up, not bothering to put them back on and brought Draco to the returns office.
After returning their skis, saying farewell to Ian and putting their normal boots on, they started walking back to the house. Draco could tell that taking her shoes off and walking up a snowy hill was not the smartest thing Hermione had ever done. She was already turning an odd shade of blue and her teeth were chattering. Hermione had tried to dry her socks off with the hand dryers in the bathroom, but it didn't work. So they opted for returning to the house before she became unable to walk.
"Hermione," Draco said, and turned to her. "Back there, you took your shoes off to see if I was all right. Hermione, that was like shaved ice! You could have frozen! You know you're probably going to get sick now. Why did you do it, Hermione? Why?"
Hermione looked down at the dirt road they were walking on. She had tears streaming down her face. "Because I. I care for you. I care for you a lot, Draco," she whispered before falling to the ground. Her feet had finally become so cold that she could no longer walk on them.
Draco, wide-eyed stared down at this girl who just announced she cared for him. Someone cared for him, and now she was on the ground because Draco had to be childish and not get up. Draco bent down and picked up Hermione, who looked up at him, but stayed silent. Draco smiled down at her and carried her the rest of the way to the house.
When Draco stumbled into the mudroom with Hermione in his arms, he removed her coat and other outer clothes (no not like her pants and shirt, I mean like ski pants). She was asleep by that time, so he brought her to her room. He wasn't sure what to do, but he knew that her body temperature was dangerously low.
~*~
A/N: hehe. Sorry I stopped there. Don't worry; they're not going to die or anything. I'll try to update soon.
Shadun: See? THANK YOU! Hehe.
Jaded: Er, the wrong plane thing was just Draco being ignorant of muggle transportation. Keep reviewing!
Toria: thanks! Keep reading and reviewing, I hope you like the future chapters.
Pippin282: Lol. Thanks. I actually went skiing with my friend once, it was so much fun, so I thought, hey, if they went skiing, they could have fun too! Lol.
Hobbit Shortness: hey thanks girl. you don't mind that I'm sending all this extra stuff, do you? I don't really want to have to go add it in later.
Draco is the man: They'll get together eventually. They just don't realize they like each other in that sort of way yet. Well, maybe Hermione does.
Dreaming One: if you ever get too mean with your criticism, and say "You should be kicked off the planet, that was horrible" then yes, I'd ask you to please shut up. Lol. You like the new POV? It was kind of nice not to have to repeat something.
'Till next time
-D.I.