A/N: Hey! Thanks for all the great reviews! I am being very encouraged by you all to keep this story, and my other one, going. I have been getting many reviews about Blaise. You all seem to really like how I portray him! Thanks! J.K. Rowling owns him, there's no doubt about that, but I am adding an attitude to her minor character. Thanks for the spirited reviews! Keep 'em coming! I appreciate them so much! Well, here's more of Draco and Hermione.
P.S. I know in my other story you could apparate to and from Hogwarts, but this story is more true to the books because you now can't. Just so you know...
Chap. 8
Draco walked into the snowy, cold streets of Hogsmeade. He made his way to the plaza to figure out what time it was, and to see who was all still here from Hogwarts. As he walked he started seeing a pattern form...no one was there. He heard nothing. Silence surrounded him.
'Fuck...fuck...fuck...' He swore to himself, 'I'm screwed. No one is here. It's freezing and I have no idea how I'm going to get back to that goddamn school without freezing first.'
He saw the tall clock in the plaza, only a few meters away. He then thought he saw someone.
'Thank god I am not the ONLY one here.' He said to himself.
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Hermione looked up at the clock.
'Ten o'clock?' She questioned. 'Oh no. Everyone's left. No one knew I was in the furnace room.'
She started to become very frightened. She didn't know what to do. Know one was there to help her either.
She then swore she heard something behind her. She turned quickly hoping it was someone and not something.
'Granger?' the voice said.
Hermione turned and saw Draco Malfoy, wrapped up in warm clothes, standing behind her with a confused expression on his face.
'Malfoy! I've never been more happy to see you!' She cried.
'What are you still doing here? Where is everyone?' He asked.
'I don't know!' She cried, 'I accidentally fell asleep in the furnace room of The Three Broomsticks and when I woke up no one was here!'
She ran over to him.
'What happened to you? Why are you still here?' She inquired.
'Same thing happened to me, only I fell asleep in the book store.' He sighed.
'What are we going to do?' She asked sadly.
She then shook with shivers, her breath very visible in the cold air.
'We should get some where warm.' He said. 'Where did you say that furnace was?'
'Three Broomsticks, but it's out now. That's why I woke up.' She said sniffing from cold.
'I'll restart it. We are wizards.' He smirked.
'I didn't think about it at the time. I was more focused on finding someone, anyone.
Even you.' She smiled back, half joking.
He rolled his eyes and walked a little ahead of her to the bar.
Once they got into The Three Broomsticks Hermione took Draco back to the furnace room.
'Why do you suppose they keep these places unlocked? 'Hermione asked.
'The people who work here are kind of...primitive. They probably don't even think about people who might rob them.' Draco shrugged, not really knowing the answer.
The back room was freezing.
'You woke in this temperature?' He asked her.
She nodded.
He muttered, 'Incendio.' And the furnace was lit up.
Hermione sat against the wall, shivering. Her cold, wet clothes clung to her. Even though they were inside a building, she still was freezing. She also started to cough.
'Granger, you should probably take of your gloves, scarf and robe, they are keeping you cold. Take them off and I'll dry them here, then they'll be warmer when you put them back on.' He offered.
She nodded.
As she removed those articles of clothing, he took of his winter robe and scarf. He turned to take them from her, and saw her sweater was a bit snug and hugged her chest. He stared as she proceeded to take her wet boots off. When Hermione rose, facing Draco, she handed him the clothes.
'Thanks.' She said quietly.
He mumbled 'Your welcome.'
She smiled as he turned to gently set her things in front of the furnace. His green cashmere sweater did his body nicely. She had never really noticed his arms before, but this sweater was tight around his biceps...no female could overlook them now. She tightened her arms around her cold body. She could feel herself getting sick. She began to cough again.
'Are you going to be alright?' He asked turning around.
'Yes.' She replied after coughing. 'It's just a cold. I'll be okay.'
She sat in the corner trying to warm herself.
After a few minutes of silence between them Draco looked over at her and noticed her still rubbing her arms.
'Are you still cold?' He asked.
'N-n-noo.' She stuttered from her teeth chattering.
He sighed and got up from his seat and moved over to her. He sat down next to her and pulled his sweater off, now wearing a tight black T-shirt, and wrapped it around her shoulders.
'Oh...thanks Malfoy.'
'Don't mention it.' He replied.
'Are you sure you won't be cold without it?'
'I said don't mention it.' He retorted with some annoyance.
'Sorry.' She said pulling the sweater around her.
They sat in silence again for a few minutes. Then he broke the quiet.
'So, why weren't you with Potter here?' He asked.
'I was.'
'So he left you to sleep and he went back to Hogwarts?'
'No, I wasn't with him then. He went off with Ginny before that.'
'So he left you alone?'
'No I was with Neville.'
'Oh Longbottom left you alone.'
'No, I told him to go. I decided myself to come into this room alone, to wait. Then I accidentally fell asleep.'
'Whatever.' He snorted.
'Well, what about you, Malfoy? Who left you alone?'
'I came by myself.'
'Why?'
'I didn't want to be with anyone. I felt like being alone today.'
'Oh. I'm sorry.'
'Why?'
'Well, you aren't alone anymore. I would leave, but...outside...it's a bit cold.'
'I don't mind.' He replied looking into the furnace.
'You don't mind spending your alone time with me? A mudblood?' She asked.
'Don't push your luck, Granger. I'll take my sweater back if you don't watch out.' He said with a twisted smile.
She laughed.
Then they both heard a crash come from the other room.
They both exchanged glances.
'Some one came back for us!' She said excitedly. She proceeded to get up. Draco jumped up first and walked over to the door. He opened it and peered out. He saw two dark clothed figures behind the bar, putting bottles of alcohol into bags. He gasped and closed the door slowly.
'What are you doing? Let's go out there!' Hermione said walking over to him.
'Shh...'
'What? Why?'
'Remember when I said these people are uncivilized and didn't think robbers would come?' He asked in a hushed tone.
'Yeah?' She whispered back.
'They were wrong.'
