Their Anthem and Our Anthem
Chapter Five
Recap:
In his mind, he knew that she and him would have to overcome all of their years at Hogwarts together – otherwise, they would never survive as – he gulped – husband and wife.
NOW ON WITH THE STORY! (Finally!)
An X-TRA LONG CHAPPIE AS MY APOLOGY!
Gasping, Hermione sat up and looked over at the small, trembling elf whose big wide eyes were glued shut.
"Whisty sorry, miss, Whisty so sorry… Whisty only doing what master said… Whisty messed up… Whisty hurt her mistress…" the creature moaned, holding onto her shaking head with her tiny hands.
Hermione sighed and untangled a big tangle of hair, and pulled it behind her ear. Slowly she stood up as she looked sadly at the poor elf.
"Whisty?" No answer. "Whisty, I'm okay. It didn't hurt… that bad," Hermione muttered under her breath.
Whisty wiped her eyes and sniffled. "Is Mistress sure? Is Mistress going to tell the master?"
The caring teen put an arm around Whisty's shoulders. "No, Whisty, it wasn't your fault."
Flinching when Hermione touched her, Whisty stood up quickly and said, "Follow me, Miss," before disappearing around the corner.
Shrugging, Hermione followed.
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Draco sat in his green and silver armchair, staring into the flickering flames of the fire.
He sighed, his thoughts deep and his awareness of his surroundings shallow.
He knew that tomorrow they would tell the mu- Granger what's going to take place in exactly a month.
Excited though he was, scared also. Who knows to what dept would she try and get out of it. She certainly would check their library, which by now she probably discovered. It would make no difference, though – he himself had already checked every book in there for an escape hole.
He sighed uncomfortably and wondered what she was doing… right now…
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"Here you go, Miss," Whisty said, hurriedly, handing the dripping wet Hermione a big fluffy, of course green and silver towel.
Taking it, Hermione made herself modest and stepped out of the draining bathtub.
Whisty had made her take a bath, repeating that it was her 'orders', so Hermione obliged. What could be harmful about taking a relaxing bubble bath?
After dressing in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt supporting the words "Don't Mess with Me", Hermione magically dried her hair and wondered what to do next. Whisty had left her a map of the Manor in case she got lost.
Carrying it over to her window, she looked at it. It showed her as a dot (like the Maurderer's Map) in the "Guest Room". The manor had officially four floors, not including the dungeons underground. Whisty had specifically said that she was not to go there. Curious, Hermione thought of risking it, but then didn't dare get into trouble – who knows what they could do to her?
Her eyes continued to scan the paper in her hands. She saw the kitchen, the dining room (both on floor two), she saw two more guest bedrooms on her floor, the third. Then she saw another room on her floor – one that she disliked very much. It spelled the words 'Draco's Room'. Her face got red as she remembered their last encounter.
Then her brown eyes saw something that made her smile with glee. A pool! They had a pool!
Without even thinking, she ran to her closet, and searched it top to bottom for a bathing suit. She frowned. None of the clothes in there were hers, but she surely thought that there would be one in there. Thinking of a way to get a hold of one, she finally decided to just go down and look at the pool, even though she couldn't get in.
Taking the map with her, she carefully followed it down to the ground level, extra cautious to not run into any Malfoys.
Finally stepping out into the bright sunshine, Hermione looked around. The green grass under her feet was just the perfect shade of green and the hilly terrain seemed to never end. The sun was setting and was quite a pretty shade of pink. Sighing she smiled softly – it was so relaxing.
Coming back to her senses, she looked back at the map and followed a woodchip path into a dense amount of trees. For a second, she questioned going into there or not. She longed for her wand and glanced back at the towering building behind her. Being as daring as she could muster, she walked down the path, stepping carefully and glancing at the map frequently.
After a couple minutes of walking, the trees became less dense and more spread out. The setting sun was almost all the way gone. Finally, the trees made a circle around a small pond/lake/pool. Squinting, she still couldn't figure out what it was for sure.
It had a diving board and the waters were clear, but there were rocks on the bottom. She couldn't see any fish, either. Sparing a glance behind her once more, Hermione swallowed nervously. She had come all the way out here, but just to turn around and go back? Though the sun was almost gone, the walk had made her tired and the sun made her hot.
Finally deciding on her answer, she placed the map at the edge of the pool and slipped off her flip flops. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, leaving her in a white cami and jeans.
She stood at the edge of the water, wondering what to do. Jump? Turn back? 'That's it', she thought, 'I'll do i-'
Splash!
Hermione hit the water and went under.
Spluttering, she gasped and surfaced. "MALFOY!" she screamed at the teenage boy who was howling with laughter and clutching his stomach.
Hermione's brow furrowed and she pulled herself out of the water. "Malfoy – you asked for it!"
Malfoy, still weak from laughing and small tears on either side of his eyes, didn't expect something so small to be able to grab his arm and spin him around and almost push him in.
Grabbing Hermione's wrists, he growled, "You think you're stronger than me? Well, think again, Granger!" he said, throwing her into the pool.
Hermione surfaced again, even more angry this time. "MALFOY! I'm gonna hurt you!" Jumping out of the water, she jumped on his back and squeezed her arms as tight as she could around his neck. He, again unaware of what was about to happen, bent forward and grabbed her forearms, trying to pry them from his neck. Finally, after a couple minutes of them struggling, Malfoy jumped into the pool.
The water was deep and they were separated. As soon as Hermione had once again emerged from the water, she lunged at Malfoy. He pushed her away with his elbow and swam quickly to the edge of the pool.
Holding onto the side, he turned to her. "You're so violent, Granger. I would have expected better behavior from a goody-two shoes bookworm," he smirked at her ready-to-explode face.
His hair had stuck to his face and water droplets caressed his face and rolled down. His eyes held laughter and mischievousness. To any other girl besides Hermione Granger, he would have been too attractive for them to be near. But to her, he was the most annoying, self centered person on the face of the Earth and no amount of physical appearance could change that.
Draco Malfoy felt the same way as he studied her bright brown eyes glinting and shining with anger and annoyance. Her hair somehow still held it's curl and floated in the water around her, moving ever so softly. Her mouth was in a horizontal line, showing her frustration. Her hair let loose little drips of water and ran down her face, but she didn't even bother to wipe them away.
For a few solid seconds, they just stood or floated there, looking at the other, never breaking eye contact.
Suddenly, Malfoy did something that amazed both him and the girl a few feet away from him.
"I'm sorry." He glanced at the water, nervously and slowly lifted himself out of the pool.
Pulling his soaked wand out of his pocket, he swore. He conjured a towel up and caught it
Drying his face, arms, and legs, he swished the towel away. It disappeared in mid-air. Glancing back at Hermione, he smiled a tiny soft smile, barely noticeable. Hermione gaped at him.
In her mind, lines around this term were going round and round: What is he doing, Why did he apologize, This is so not like him, He's not going to give me a towel – now that is like him.
The now dry teenage boy turned around once again and took off into the woods, walking swiftly.
After his footsteps died away, Hermione sighed and pulled her self out of the water. She shivered. Now that the sun had completely disappeared, the night had a sharp chill to it. She wrapped her arms around herself and walked over to her shoes and map. Slipping her feet into the flip-flops, and picking up the map, she turned; ready to follow Draco back to the manor.
The plop of something behind her made her turn on her heel. There, at her feet, was a green and silver towel. Glancing around, Hermione slowly picked it up and unfolded it. In the middle of the stripes was a big "D".
Smiling to herself, Hermione draped the towel around her shoulders and began her walk back to the mansion.
Author's Note: Hey – and Thanks For Reading : D
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Sorry, but I switched the plot around and decided to wait until the next chapter to have Hermione found out. Hope you don't mind!
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-Hermione finds out
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