One Hell of a Summer
Chappie 3
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Hermione woke up early, as always, and took a shower. She ate breakfast quietly so she wouldn't disturb Malfoy. After she was finished eating she went to check on Malfoy. They had a problem now.
She knocked slowly and quietly. Surprisingly she got an answer, she thought he would still be sleeping.
"Good Mourning," She said raising her voice.
"Mourning," He answered back.
"Malfoy, don't you think they saw me yesterday?" She asked getting right to her point.
"Yes, now you are going to ask me how you are going to do your mourning jog, right?" He guessed.
"Yes, I'm afraid we can't stay here. At least until…I don't know we just can't stay here," She said slowly.
"Where do you suppose we go?" He asked.
"Uh, I don't think you'll like this idea but, the best thing to do right now is for you to join the Light side," She told him.
"I'd prefer that I just didn't chose sides," He said.
"Malfoy, if you haven't noticed you don't have anywhere else to go," She told him the obvious.
"And that's where you're wrong, Hermione" He said calling her by her first name, and that gave Hermione chills.
"So where do you suppose we go?" She asked him curiously.
"Well, I don't know if you would like to come but, Spain sounds pretty good to me," He said sitting down at the bed.
"Spain? Oh Gosh, I don't think I could go," She said frowning.
"Why can't you?" He questioned.
"It's not the matter that I can't, because I can, but the problem is you," She said.
"Well, what do you mean by that, Granger?" He asked returning to her last name.
"Well, Malfoy, if you haven't noticed we haven't exactly been the bests of friends, and it'd be way too weird to go to vacation with you. Also, I don't think Harry and Ron would approve," She explained.
"So what? Couldn't you give us a chance of actually being friends? Or are you afraid of what Potter and Weasley would think?" He interrogated her.
"It's not only them! I'm an Order member! What would they think if I was in Spain with you, an enemy?" She fired back.
"You are way too shallow," He said casually.
"Me! Shallow? I think not!" She said outraged.
"Yes, you, Granger! You are too afraid of what others will think of us becoming friends!" He told her.
"I just don't want to be fooled! You've change from a day to another and you actually want me to believe you that you want to befriend me?" She questioned.
"Well, Granger then don't believe me!" He exclaimed.
"Malfoy, you don't know how much I want to believe it, that you actually changed. But I can't! Some things just don't change!" She said.
"Then give me a chance to prove it to you!" He begged.
"Malfoy, I'll think about it, alright? But I'm not promising anything," She sighted.
"Alright," He agreed
"Okay, want to grab some breakfast?" She asked.
"Okay, let's go," He followed her to the kitchen.
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Hermione stayed inside the house the entire day, not knowing if it was safe to go out. She was really giving a thought to the whole Spain situation. She thought that she never did any traveling of that sort. But she was so worried about her friends, they might get mad. What about the Order? What if they need her for training, or something? She was scared, and that freaked her out.
Hermione didn't like to be scared. She was a Gryffindor after all. Courage was what she stands for. You have to have courage to go on with something, or even to do something.
And then, there was Malfoy. Sure, he had been nice to her these last few days. Though, what about all the other years? Didn't that count for anything? He had taunted her and called her awful things. He only wanted the worst for her, Harry, Ron, and all her fellow Gryffindors.
She wanted to believe that there was good in everybody. That not all Slytherins were bad. But she couldn't help but to feel that maybe it was a trap. It just all seemed so real, but she couldn't help but wonder. Now even if it wasn't a trap she was in danger. The Death Eaters had seen her, and that was not good.
Not only did they already know her for being Harry's best friend. But now they knew she was helping Draco, who they were after. They had to get out of there, soon. And the Order wasn't good, because she doesn't think they would approve of Malfoy.
So maybe Malfoy was telling the truth, and he did change. Maybe Spain was a good thing. It would be good for Hermione to take a break from everything. Hermione didn't know what to do now. But she knew she had to decide soon.
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"Did you think about it yet?" Malfoy asked impatiently, two days later.
"Yes," She answered slowly.
"Well…?" He asked curiously.
"I have thought about it very hard, and I look at all the possibilities…" She started, Malfoy got ready for a flat 'No'.
"And I think my answer is…YES!" She said excitedly.
"Are you serious?" He asked not able to believe.
"Hell yeah!" she answered.
"I've always wanted to go to Spain, I'm glad you're coming, it wouldn't be very fun alone," He said.
"Well, Malfoy we are leaving tomorrow at 1:30 in the afternoon, alright?" She asked.
"Okay…"
"Oh, by the way, we're going the Muggle way," She told him simply.
"Why?" He asked taken back.
"Because we can't be seen! Malfoy, don't you think they'll be looking for you? You're Father is Voldemort's right hand man!" She told him.
"Alright…" He agreed.
"Okay, I thought of you going to your house to get your stuff and all, but we can't risk it. So we'll just buy some clothes right now, we're going to this Muggle Mall, alright?" She asked.
"But won't we been seen?" He questioned.
"I have already thought of that. Since it is Muggle there probably be no one looking for us there, but just to make sure I have a book on spells to change your hair and stuff like that, alright?"
"Okay, where is the book?"
"Its right here," She said, and stood up getting a book that was on the counter.
"Okay should I get started?" He asked.
"Right this moment! I going to get ready, I already know all the spells I'll need so hurry, I'll be out in an hour," She said and headed to her room closing the door.
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Exactly an hour later, Hermione came out of her room unrecognizable. She was wearing beige pants, a red shirt, her hair was black and pulled back to a high pony tail, nails black, black high heels, sunglasses, and big earrings.
"How do I look?" she asked Draco who also looked completely different, with brown hair, dark eyes, and Muggle clothes.
"You look…different!" He said staring at her.
"Yes, that's my point. Well, I can't recognize you either so that's good," She said calmly.
They appareted into a special garage that the apartments had for those who wanted to keep Muggle cars. Hermione opened the door to her grey Mercedes and told Draco to come in.
"Wow, a car!" He said playing with his seat.
"Yes, a car, now don't do anything stupid, because I don't have a license…" She said slowly.
"Then how do you know how to drive?" He asked.
"Well, let's just say that I had a license before, I just don't have it now alright?" She said.
"Okay," He said, not wanting to go deeper into discussion.
"Now one thing, why did we have to bring out luggage?" He questioned.
"Because we can't risk coming back, we're going to a hotel, and tomorrow we're leaving, Gosh I can't believe you dragged me into this!"
"C'mon, Granger, don't give up now!" He told her.
"I won't okay, but if anything happens, I'm blaming it on you!"
"Alright, let's get going now,"
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Hermione's Diary
Well, writing thingy (what she decided to call it), we're now at the hotel. Shopping with Malfoy was hilarious! He obviously didn't have any Muggle money so I had to pay for everything. That's no problem though…I inherited a lot of money. I told him it was okay, but he said he would pay me back in wizard money.
I can't believe I'm actually doing this, with MALFOY! But, hey, everyone needs adventurous. And this is going to be my last year at Hogwarts. I've already been accepted to numerous Wizards and Witches University. And also Muggle ones! What no one knows is that during the year I've taken classes' trough mail. I would send all the homework and tests to my Mother and she would send them to the Muggle School. And when I wasn't doing anything in summer I would get started on the next year. So, I'm finished with Muggle School! I'm so glad. Now I only have to decide where I want to head my life…the Muggle life or the Wizarding World life.
Anyways, getting back to Malfoy. I don't think it's a good idea to go to Spain. But I don't feel right leaving him alone, with no one to help. Also, I've never been to Spain, and it sounds fascinating! I actually like my new look! It's very…mysterious, and I like that. But I have to say that Malfoy doesn't look too good with brown hair. Not that he ever looked good or anything…
Anyways, I'm also in trouble! I'm mean; I've been always risking my life for being Harry's friend and all. But now, I've interfered with Voldemort's right hand man's son! So they are probably looking for me. But they'll have absolutely no idea we're in Spain…at least I hope so.
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At six o'clock in the mourning, Hermione's alarm went off. She took quick shower, and then said all the spells to get her look changed once again. Today she was going to be blonde. Yes, she was trying to change her look as much as possible so they were sure they weren't going to be followed.
She was wearing a knee length black skirt, a black shirt, her blonde hair styled like in the '40s, red lipstick, and high heels. At 7:25am she screamed.
"Malfoy, GET UP! We're leaving in 45 minutes!" She said loudly.
"I'm going, I'm going. Why do you wake me up so early?" He asked groggy.
"Because we have to be in the airport at 8:00!" She said.
"What for, our flight leaves at 10:00!" He screamed.
"We have to be there 3 hours before, as I know we don't have a lot of luggage, we're only going at 8:00am so get moving, I'm going to get breakfast, you'll eat something in the airport, get a different look today, and hurry up!" She ordered.
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"Oh shit! We're late, Malfoy!" Hermione said at 9:55am.
"If you had waked me up earlier!" He exclaimed.
"You were tired I didn't want to wake you up! Plus, I didn't think you took an hour to get ready!" She screamed, while they ran to the plane.
"Oh, we made it!" He said when they saw there still were people in the line to get in the plane.
"Where is the plane though?" He asked.
"Oh, first they check if we have any arms, or anything that can harm others, oh take of your shoes, they have to check if you're carrying drugs, or anything of the sort," She filled him in, since he never traveled by plane.
After the guards checked all the people who were late. Then, they embarked on the plane 20 minutes late. Good thing that Malfoy played Quidditch, because if not, I'm sure he would of have been scared.
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A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Please review again! If anyone also reads my story The Heart Breaker, then notice that I take turns with each story, now I'm going to dedicate my time with THB. When I finish the next chappie then I'll come back and update here, I hope I don't take long!
-Naty