Author's note: Thanx for the reviews Lides and bookworm-2111!! My first two reviewers!! (First two since I'm starting on this chapter)
In the Forest,
"DRACO MALFOY??" Hermione screamed in fury. That SLIMY GIT! That egoistic foul cockroach!!
"Granger? What the hell on Earth are you doing here? Stay away from me you filthy little mudblood!" hissed Draco.
"OH! Filthy little mudblood am I? Who was the one who offered help? You did! And now you throw insults at me? Slimy git!" Hermione screamed. She was in shock. How can I fall for an idiot like him?
"Well, you know, I was only helpful because I wanted to jinx those lost campers! You think I was seriously kind and caring? Hah! If I were, I'm no Malfoy!" Draco replied back.
He was honestly shocked by Hermione's scream. He wanted to help her, but he was afraid Hermione might think he was a softy. He had to lie. I'm sorry Hermione, for all the insults I throw at you.
Hermione's face was red in fury. "Get away from me! If only I had my wand, I would jinx you off!"
Draco did not want to leave Hermione alone in the depth of the forest. He was too afraid of helping her either. He had not a choice but to torment Hermione. He had always been a good actor. His eyes turned cold, across his face was a dirty smirk.
"What a little mudblood like you doing in a dark part of forest like this?" Draco smirked.
"Oh! Wipe that smirk off your face!" spat Hermione, as she stalked away.
To ensure Hermione's safety, Draco followed her.
"Oooo... Ickle mudblood cries because she's lost. Heh! She was screaming for her mudblood mommy!" Draco then made a horrible face while whimpering, " Boohoo! I want Mommy!"
Hermione's hands shooked in anger. Don't you cry Hermione Granger! That moron will make things worst for you. Be strong girl! Said a voice in her head. Then, she saw an outline of two tall figures. Their footsteps became nearer and suddenly Hermione heard a voice,
"Hermione?" Harry called out.
"YOU BASTARD MALFOY! GO TO HELL YOU MORON!" Ron roared.
Harry and Ron pointed their wands out, ready to strike. Draco unleashed his wand too.
"Huh? Two stupid knights want to rescue a mudblood? Ohhh... I'm soo scared! I'm shaking in my boots!" Draco howled in laughter.
"STUPEFF-"roared Rom, attempting to stun Draco.
"NO!" Hermione knocked Ron's wand. "Don't!" hissed Hermione.
"Why are you protecting him for? That –"Ron swore.
"We don't want to get in trouble! Let's go. Mom and Dad are waiting for the sticks." Hermione pulled Harry and Ron's arms, fighting the urge of looking behind.
Draco beamed at Hermione, noone had been kind towards him. He walked back to his campsite, trying to preserve that memory in his mind.
"Draco dear, where have you been? You are late for dinner." Narcissa said to her son, in a caring voice.
"Taking a stroll Mother." He sat down on a chair, plates and cutleries were laid in front of them by some house-elves.
Draco exclaimed, "You haven't eaten Mother? You shouldn't've waited."
Narcissa giggled, "I'll always wait for you Draco."
Draco said grimly, "I'm sorry Mother."
Draco had always loved his Mother, she was the only person who truly loves him. His Father despised him, punished him for small mistakes he done. Draco loathed his Father. At school, the Slytherins were not then kind of people he would turn when he was troubled. He always felt lonely and miserable. Draco hated his life.
Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived. Draco hated him because he got all the attentions and friends, Harry had Hermione by his side. Saint Potter, his nemesis.
"May I be excuse Mother? I've no appetite."
His mother nodded.
He ran off to the lake and sat down. He sighed. He had always loved Hermione Granger. He was just too afraid to admit it. He called her horrible names, and end up regretting it.
Hermione, for him, she was a goddess. He always loved Hermione's eyes. To a normal person's view, they were a pair of normal hazel eyes. To him, eyes show a person's soul. Hermione's eyes showed that she was kind, caring and a very determined person.
Draco chuckled and laid down, facing the Heaven. It was his favourite past time, counting and identifying stars. It somehow calmed him down. He reached out his hand towards the Heaven and sighed "Hermione" under his breath.
Campfire was indeed a great cough event. It took the fire an hour to be hot enough for cooking. Mr Granger supervised the fire while Mrs Granger and them roasted potatoes, sausages and chicken wings (Ron burnt his) for dinner. They sat in front of the fire, shared ghost stories (suggested by Mr Granger), talked about Quidditch ( Hermione's parents were interested and amazed by the game) and roasted some things to eat (Obviously, Ron couldn't stop eating.
It was nearly midnight, the three of them helped to extinguish the fire (by the muggle way), cleaned up the place (those chicken bones were Ron's rubbish) and headed back to the caravan.
Hermione pulled on her pink pajamas and snuggled up in her bed. She could not sleep as she was thinking about just now's incident.
Hermione thought, Even if Draco was hanging around there waiting for lost campers to jinx, the tone of his voice was unbelievably caring and kind. Is that the real Draco? Not some smug Slytherin git? If he were, I might be in love with that person! She then giggled to herself and went to sleep.
Author's note: My mistake! Obviously, I never been on an outdoor camping with my family. I dunno whether it's look out for sticks or wood---huh? Pardon me for the mistakes. Human err, you know.