Hello all! I'm back again with the next chapter of, "The Magical Storm"!!!! Lol, it's starting to get good and juicy eh? .- Just to clear up a few more things. Someone asked why doesn't Hermione just use her time turner. You should remember, darling, it's a magical storm, so the magic is knocked out. Time travel (well at least in this story) is considered magic. Also, Crabbe and Goyle were the last ones to make it inside before the doors closed, stranding Hermione and Draco outside. And for the final time, this IS a Draco/Hermione story! Okies, have fun reading and please review when you're done!
Chapter 5"What now?" Draco asked.
"Now...we wait," Hermione said, rubbing her shoulders as she started blankly into the fire.
'Well, at least we have a fire going,' Hermione thought to herself.
On the other side of the fire, Draco was looking at the rag on his hand. He felt it had stopped bleeding, but it still stung a bit. He moved it around and gripped his palm, rating the pain. Luckily for him, he had a high pain tolerance, due to years of...
-GRUMBLE-
"Was that you, Granger?" Draco asked in disbelief. Hermione turned away and clutched her stomach. She couldn't help it if she was hungry, could she?
"Getting a little hungry?" Draco asked.
"Maybe," Hermione mumbled.
"Me too. But I don't think any of the plants in here are edible, are they?" he mused out loud. Hermione kept here eyes to the floor and shook her head in response.
"Any idea where the nearest food source is?"
"Umm...give me a minute to think," Hermione said, a flash of lightning and a crash of thunder resonating throughout the green house.
Giving herself a mental tour of the grounds Hermione looked all around for food. There was obviously food in the kitchens, but the doors were locked, so there goes that idea. There wasn't anything in any of the green houses besides flowers and mandrakes and such. The Forbidden Forest would be far too dangerous to search at this point in time. But what about...
"Hagrid's hut!" Hermione burst out.
"I thought it was locked," Draco said.
"It is! But he has a vegetable patch. I know I saw some watermelon there earlier today!" Hermione explained.
"Ahh. Well I suppose I should go get it then, hmm?" Draco said seriously. Hermione looked up at him. It was brave of him to offer to go out in the middle of the storm to get food.
"Want me to come with you?" Hermione offered, meekly looking up at him. He smirked down at her.
"I don't need any help," the ever-confident Draco said.
He stood up and neared the door. He opened it a little, the wind taking its chance to rush in and blow his bangs about his face. But instead of going out, he hesitated and looked back.
"If I don't come back in 10 minutes...come get me," he said before disappearing into storm
.
'I will...' Hermione thought.
Hermione sat back down in front of the fire. She sighed and nudged another table leg into the fire, stirring up the flames slowly but surely. Now she had to think again.
'Draco is getting the watermelon(s) but how will we cut it?' Hermione thought looking around her knees which she had tucked to her chest. Her eyes landed on the two trowels which laid about 3 feet away. She reached out for them and picked the closest one up. The side of the tip was red with Draco's blood. Hermione shuddered and dropped it.
"I'll just go put the other one out in the rain to clean it," Hermione said aloud to no one in particular as she forced her knees to pick herself up once more. She pushed the door open gently and looked up at the sky, blinking each time a rain drop fell in the vicinity of her eyes. Dark clouds of grey and black stirred above angrily. Another crack of lightning made Hermione look away.
Depositing the trowel quickly on the ground near the door, she quickly closed it behind her. The fire she and Draco had created wasn't much, but at least it kept her a little bit warm. Hermione walked over to the Abyssinian Shrivelfig and fingered its leaves lightly. She wasn't afraid of this plant because she knew it couldn't try to kill her, even if it wanted to.
Idly pacing about, she glanced at her time turner. It was times like these she wished at least her Time turner was working. Then she could have turned back time, and made sure Fang was following them in the first place, and not sleeping next to the watermelon. She turned the amulet over in her hands and stared at the front of it. She couldn't be quite sure, but Draco had been gone for a little over 5 minutes.
'Surely he's alright?' Hermione thought fearfully.
'Of course he is you dolt. He's a Malfoy. Self-centered as he may be, he's still a very strong, able-bodied young man. And just why do you care so much about his wellbeing anyways?' the voice in the back of her head quipped.
'I'm not sure. Possibly because he's my only hope of surviving tonight?'
'Oh come off it. You know you're not in any real danger now that you're in the greenhouse. The storm couldn't last that long,'
'Or could it?'
'Quit changing the subject! Do you like Draco or not?'
'...I don't know,'
'That means yes!'
"Shut up! Just shut up!" Hermione yelled out loud. Was she losing her sanity? After all, she did just have an argument in her head...
"I'm not crazy," Hermione reassured herself as she looked back down at her time turner. Three minutes had passed since she last checked. The time count was now around 8 minutes.
"Hurry up Draco," Hermione whispered as she peered out into the darkness. Yet another crash of thunder and lightning- but wait! Hermione saw something, or rather, someone! She opened the door and called out to him.
"Draco!" she yelled as she waved her arms. She stool stood inside the doorframe, trying to stay as dry as possible. Draco trudged along with his hair plastered to his face, small rivulets of rainwater ran down his face, dropping off of his chin. As he walked closer she could see he had a watermelon under each arm, and he was shaking visibly.
Goosebumps appeared on her own arms and legs as she stood in the doorway. The wind swept past her and toyed with the flames. Hermione looked behind her and saw this. Her eyes grew wide, but then returned to normal when the wind died down temporarily.
The sound of crunching gravel drew nearer, and Hermione held the door open as Draco walked in with the watermelons. Hermione grabbed the trowel out of the rain and pulled it back inside the glass door and closed the door securely behind her.
Draco sat down shivering with a watermelon on either side of him. His white shirt was sticking to his chest, and you could see a white undershirt he had on underneath. His pants too clung to his body and gave him a wet, but well-muscled look.
"You alright?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah...just cold," Draco muttered. He was shaking quite hard, and he had become pale around the cheeks and his lips trembled when he spoke. Hermione knelt down and put a hand to his face.
"You're ice cold," she frowned. Draco didn't say anything.
"OK Draco, I have an idea. Just don't think I'm doing it for any other reason than to get you warm again, alright?" Hermione said. Draco nodded.
Slowly Hermione lifted her left leg over his thighs, so she was straddling him. She blushed with each movement she made, and Draco just stayed still and watched. Hermione slowly laid herself down on top of him and bent her arms so that she now gripped his arms. She stopped squirming and looked up at Draco.
Through Hermione's red blush Draco saw her chocolate eyes full of goodness and hope looking up at him. He smiled softly down at her as she started rubbing his arms, trying to get some heat from the friction. Satisfied with what she was doing, Hermione lowered her head to his chest, that way she wasn't straining it to keep it up. She could hear his heartbeat, thorough and unfailing. It wasn't racing, but it was definitely faster than normal.
"So umm...what now?" Hermione asked.
"How bout we just talk?" Draco said. Hermione nodded against his chest, hoping he'd say more. It felt funny, but in a good way, because when he talked she could hear his voice resonating and vibrating or something in his chest. She wasn't sure how to describe it, but she liked it.
"So tell me about yourself," Hermione suggested.
"You first," Draco insisted, already feeling warmer under her touch.
"Well...I was born September 19th. I'm the daughter of two muggle dentists. My favorite class is Aritmancy. My favorite professor is Professor McGonagall...What?" Hermione stopped short, feeling Draco's suppressed mirth building up underneath her.
"I meant more personal stuff," Draco grinned.
"Oh...well, if anything it's your turn now," Hermione said,
"Alright. I was born in 1980, and that's all you need to know about that. I'm the proud heir and son to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. I don't really have a favorite class or professor. All classes bore me unless it's lunch or if Potter or Weasel King is being made fun of," Draco said, a hint of bitterness in his voice. Hermione noted the hostility in his tone while talking about his parents and her friends, so she skipped asking him why he hated Harry and Ron so much.
"That's nice," Hermione said automatically. Draco raised an eyebrow at the ceiling.
"So...what's going on with you and Potter? Or you and the Weasel King? You 'with' any of them?" Draco asked.
"Oh no. I don't fancy Ron and Harry..well, at least as more than friends. They're more like my brothers than anything,"
"If Weasley heard that, I'd think you'd have broken his heart,"
"Preposterous. Ron doesn't like me like that,"
"Or does he? I've watched him try to put the moves on you,"
"Ron? Have moves?" Hermione couldn't help but snort, her chest lurching against his. The muscles in his abdomen tightened in response.
"So he hasn't tried to kiss you?"
"Nope. No one has,"
"You mean you're 14 and you haven't kissed anyone yet?"
"So what? I'm just waiting for the right guy! What about you hot- shot?"
"Yeah, I've had a few kisses,"
"Who was your first one?"
"Pansy Parkinson. In our third year, she kissed me when I was in the hospital wing recovering from the hippogriff incident," Draco said.
"So technically you didn't kiss her, she kissed you!"
"A mere technicality. The point is, I still got a kiss,"
"You asked me about Harry and Ron, so it's only fair of me to ask. Is there anything going on with you and Pansy?"
"Me? And her? No way. She's...too different. She's much too wild and flirtatious. I've heard some pretty nasty rumors about her and Blaise Zabini as well. Definitely not sexy, if you ask me,"
"I thought guys liked an easy girl?"
"Not this one. I have pride and an image to uphold," Draco explained. Hermione smiled into his chest, although she wasn't sure why.
"Not to mention, I like a challenge," Draco mumbled. His breath traveled down his chest and blew gently into Hermione's ear, making her squirm a little. Just then, Draco's stomach growled loudly.
"Guess it's time to eat," he said, sitting up. Hermione rolled off of him and pushed her skirt down around her.
"Draco?" Hermione said hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"Um...Just be careful this time," Hermione said looking down.
"Alright," Draco agreed, resting his hand on watermelon.
Aww, how cute...Suggestions, comments, criticism? Review and tell me all about it! Thanks for reading this far too! The more reviews I get the more stuff I write, so it's all about you the reader! lol aren't you the lucky one. I'm the one staying up till the very wee hours of the morn writing this! lol. Okies, I'll try to post the next chapter either tonight or tomorrow. So, ciao for now!
PS- Sorry it's not as long as some of the others, but I'm working on it!
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