"So..." Hermione said, breaking the silence. "What should we do today?"
"Well, I have to finish unpacking so why don't we clean up and then you two can decide on something." Jenny said as she rose from the table.
Draco shrugged. "Whatever. I'm still half asleep."
Hermione rolled her eyes and began clearing the table. By the time she was done Draco was already showered and dressed. Hermione ran upstairs to get ready. When she stepped out of the shower she trotted over to her closet. She picked out a white t-shirt and a denim mini skirt. She put on some pink and black chucks with black laces, and some pale pink eye shadow. Pulling her hair into a loose bun and grabbing a pink jacket, she raced down the stairs.
When she walked into the living room, Draco was waiting for her.
"Come on, Let's go." He motioned to the door. Hermione followed him and grabbed her purse from a hook near the doorway.
"Where are we going?" She asked, locking the door behind her.
"Somewhere." He replied, smirking.
"You're so incredibly..."
"Good-looking? Mature?" He suggested.
"I was actually going to say impossible."
She walked toward the car but Draco kept on going.
"Helloooo, the car's right here." She called after him. He turned around and beckoned for her to follow him.
"The things I do..." She muttered. "Hey! Wait up!"
Draco turned around. "C'mon, hurry up."
He waited until Hermione was next to him then started walking again. They walked a few miles and soon they came to a small bridge that was so low down that it had been flooded and was now covered in mud.
"Oh no, no. I am not going through that muck, no way no how." Hermione told him. She planted her feet at the end of the bridge and wouldn't move. Draco sighed.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to carry you then..." He said as he moved toward her.
"You better not...I'm telling you..." She warned him as he picked her up as easily as if she was a little kid.
"Oh, but I just did." He smirked and started across the bridge.
"You knew this was here!' Hermione shrieked, slapping him lightly on the shoulder.
"And even if I did, how else would I get you across?" Draco asked, grinning as he set her down. "Besides, I've never been here before."
Hermione shot him a look. Suddenly she heard someone calling out something. Hermione shushed Draco and listened to what the person was saying.
It was apparently a man, and he was calling out Draco's name.
"DRACO! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? DRACO?" He roared. He sounded fairly close.
"Oh shit." Draco whispered. "I think that's my dad."
Just as he finished saying it, a bush behind them rustled as Lucius Malfoy emerged from it. He was holding his wand in his hand and looked about ready to kill. His blue eyes were bloodshot and there were dark circles under them. His platinum blonde hair was messed up and he was staggering slightly. As soon as his eyes focused in on Draco and Hermione, it seemed as though he was hit by something. He lunged at them.
Hermione grabbed his hand and ran along the path to a small hideaway she remembered was on the path. She looked back and saw that Draco's father was getting up from the ground where he had fallen. He saw them turn and followed, but as soon as he ran around to where he had last seen them, they weren't anywhere. Figuring they were still running, Lucius continued running along and calling out his son's name.