I slowly stood up scowling. My dress was soaked my ass was wet and I was livid.
Aren't fairytale supposed to be charming and sweet at the beginning and the again at the end? This is not charming.
I glared looking down then spat. "No by all means stay on you're horse. I don't need help or anything. I don't expect manners."
However when I looked up at the horse he wasn't there.
"Breath Granger my mother at least taught me to be polite to the less fortunate. "Here." he said looking down rummaging in a light brown saddle bag. "It was in my pack on the saddle. Take it." He said handing her a fresh cloak.
Her eyes gleamed as she took it. It was Maroon a with a gold ribbon lining. It felt like home. He felt like... what! No absolutely not abort mission abort mission. This story could try all it wanted but hell would break loose before she fell for the likes of Malfoy.
"Are you done?" he asked looking bored. "With whatever weird little internal struggle you were just having there in you're head. Because honestly it's weird even for you and I have questions." He said adjusting his expensive riding gear. He looked nice in the brown leather and clean white shirt.
Git. I thought.
"What is it Malfoy? I have no clue why your here or what you even want from me and if you can't tell I'm kind of busy." I huffed.
"Busy falling on your ass? Doesn't seem very productive." He said looking at the sky with a sarcastic pensive look on his face.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT." I snarled.
"Fine fine fine." He said waving his hand dismissively. "I'd like to for starters know where I am? How I got here and why we are apparently in France. Also I know muggles are not as advanced but I was under the impression they were at least past this. Can you tell me any of that or are you going to be completely useless?" He replied.
"Not." I said in a biting tone. "That I have to awnser any of this but since I kind of put us here I will. Though I have yet to figure why you specifically ended up here."
"You did what?!?" Malfoy spat.
"QUITE! If you want you're questions awnsered then SHUT up." I shouted feeling exasperated.
He glared like death.
"I revised a hiding spell from the first war. We are in what you would call a muggle fairytale. I was on my way to try to figure out which one when I ran into you. The only way for us to get out is to complete the story. So quite honestly I need to find out who is here and who plays who... also how were you able to tell we were in France?" I asked honestly curious.
He shrugged slinging a leg over the side of his horse and lifting himself back into the saddle. "I may not be a mudblood but I have been to France. I also have had tutors as a child in history and other important things."
I looked at him confused.
He pressed his fingertips to his forehead in obvious annoyance and frustration. "I recognized the architecture and clothes from the town." He held up a hand. "And before you ask that is also how I knew we were in the past." He finished.
He looked at me his blonde hair kind of blowing slightly in the wind. It looked alot better than when he was in first year and second with it all slicked back. It almost had slight waves to it. His eyes were so blue... had they always been that blue...
"Granger" he said sharply snapping me out of my thoughts. He had an extended hand. "Are you getting on or not? Because I won't wait all day and if you want to find everyone while figureing this story out we will be faster on horse."
I eyed the large horse. I wasn't a fan of brooms because of height and the lack of control. A giant animal... well that didn't really seem much better.
"Granger." He sighed while once again pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration with eyes closed. Get on... please. So I did. This was going to be a VERY long story.
Draco took the horse on a light trot wondering to himself why he had offered her a spare cloak. Why he felt drawn to her in the first place and why she felt like... no no. Never-ending enough of that. This book might just be messing with his head