Well I'm having plot troubles as in I need a plot so be patient for a bit and I will write when I can but I managed this fifth chapter…
Disclaimer: Rowling is a millionaire do you know why? Because she is a damn fine author and all of Harry Potter's Characters belong to her exclusively. Doesn't that just suck.
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Chapter 5: Panic
Draco shot Hermione a questioning look, she was about to speak when the goat/man started to talk, "ere wot t'ou fink your doing, eh? I nearly had them nymphs till youse scared thems away I was gonna add them to my Harem if you know wot I means, ay, ay." At this point the creature nudged Malfoy in the ribs, winking seedily at Hermione. Draco stepped out of reach in surprise, man had move very fast. Noticing the cool reply to his friendly gesture the goat/man straightened out. "Yer, well, listen ere you youngins," His manner becoming more formal, "Everyone knows magic is forbidden, unless of course youse be's magical creatures or gods. Now, I knows you aren't Gods. Thems are immediately recognisable theys are; wot with the glowing nimbus and such. My own father is a god 'e is. Course it's possible youse are magical creatures n which case I would need absolute proof of identity and unless youse can prove to me that youse is magical creatures then I'll have to report you to the boss-man. And I'm afraid it wont be to pleasant after dat."
"Hermione, what is it?" Asked Draco quietly.
"Err, it's a satyr. I think." Hermione answered uncertainly.
"…Ok…
and what's a nymph?"
"Well, They're elementals that live in nature, they look like human girls and the satyr's try to catch and rape them."
"Rape!" Draco said incredulously "what they can just get away with that?
"Yes, they could and they did. Women weren't respected in the ancient world to the men here I am nothing but a object." Observed Hermione dryly.
"Well?" asked the Satyr impatiently. "Are ye or ain't ye magical creatures."
Thinking quickly Draco said, "If I wasn't could I do this?" He whipped out his wand and said "Transmogrify Serpentinious."(AN: Ok it's not Latin I am sorry) A rock sitting innocently in the grass suddenly transformed into a grey mottled snake that uncoiled and slithered into the forest.
The Satyr slyly replied, "Yup, I reckon you could and that of course would be another violation of the forbidden magic law."
Draco determined to prove himself began to recite another spell when Hermione cut across him.
"Shut up." She hissed at him. "I will handle this."
"Son of Pan, most loyal of the Satyrs," she began, addressing him in the ancient Greek formula, "forgive my brother Draconious, favourite of Zeus, in his eagerness to show his natural prowess at magic he forgot to tell you of our ancient heritage and… err…stuff." She concluded lamely.
"And what would that be?" Asked the Satyr amused.
"Yes Granger, what would that be?" Malfoy repeated through clenched teeth.
"We are the twin son and daughter of the great Titan Oceanus. He lay with my mother, the noble Thetine of the long tresses, on the eve of mid-summer. We may not have the illustrious claim to godhood like that of your esteemed father but like you we are doomed to demi-god status."
" Well I dunno, you definitely look like you might be a demi-god, ya seem t'know a lot bout me and my family, not many could do that I reckon." At this he puffed out his chest in pride, "but I'm not sure bout this one." He said poking a knarled finger into Draco's side.
"Ouch." Breathed Draco rubbing the spot in his side.
"Well you know how it is with the gods children, one is born with great strength or beauty or divine foresight and the other is as plain as mud." Hermione explained airily her eyes flashing at Draco.
"You'd be right about that." The Satyr chuckled. "Why I remember Helen and Clymennstra. Helen was the most beautiful woman who ever lived and Clymennstra; well the less said about her the better. Alright, I'm convinced you'd best be on you're way."
Hermione turned to go in relief when suddenly Malfoy's voice could be heard. "Me, common as mud? You wish Granger but you can never lower me down to your status. Your brother indeed, I'd rather be dead than be related to you. Wait until my father hears o…"
"Silencio" Screamed Hermione. Stopping Malfoy in mid rant.
She looked at the Satyr, who's face suddenly went stony. "I…"She began.
"Save it sweetheart your goin t' see the boss man, you can tell him all about it," Taking a long shell horn from his belt he wiped off the dust saying, "I'll just call him down." Taking a deep breath he blew a series of complicated notes.
Hermione had felt angry but calm then suddenly and unexplainably at each new note she grew more and more upset and frightened. Suddenly she took off not caring where she went but fleeing from her own terror.
The Satyr, whose name was Polyuamus, lowered his horn and looked after the fleeing strangers. 'Damn,' he thought, 'I must 'ave hit the 'f #' a little hard. Now they're off in a panic.' Polyuamus debated whether he should go and tell the boss or start after them. He caught a glimpse of a wood nymph lying beneath her tree and his mind was made up, go and tell the god then chase some Nymphs. Laughing he called upon his conch (more carefully this time) and had a chat to the tall figure that appeared.
(AN: the god Pan, the Satyrs father/ ancestor, was said to inspire 'panic' in the enemy when he blew his shell horn called a conch.)
Hermione stopped running, her panic had faded and now she was out of breath. She realised that Draco was right behind her. she turned to glare at him.
"I had him, you stupid git! We were almost Scott free when you had to open your big mouth. I didn't like the idea if being related to you either but why else would I be in a forest with a guy my own age hmm think about it, out of the million of theories out there which one would a Satyr who spends his time drinking and getting horny with Nymphs think of? I think the other alternative would be far more repulsive. Honestly Malfoy this isn't some popularity contest or macho pride issue here, this is about survival, here no one cares of your standing or who your father is, here you are an outsider with no connections and even less friends. We have to rely on each other to get through this and back to Hogwarts alive. How ever distasteful that might be." She paused for a moment. "Well? Do you have anything to add?"
Malfoy glared at her then pointed from her wand to his throat.
"Oh, right." She said as she swiftly undid the silencing spell.
"Fine you've made your point, what are we going to do?" Asked Draco reluctantly, which surprised Hermione- she had expected more argument.
"Well, We need to find a god." She replied after thinking it over.
"What? Why?"
"Because the gods are our best chance of going home, they will have the power and knowledge to send us back! We have to start moving and find out where we are, then figure out where to go. So from now on we are finished arguing. Okay?"
"Alright then, we will go this way." Said Malfoy striding in the direction he gestured to, where the trees seemed to thin out a bit.
"Wait, why do you get to lead."
"I thought we were finished arguing remember?" he said his eyebrow lifted quizzically a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and a playful glint in his eyes.
Caught by surprise at the sudden change in his mood, Hermione babbled. "Well, I, you, I mean we have, I mean we had." She felt her face going red.
What was wrong with her?
"Umm your right we aren't arguing lead the way."
Malfoy seemed unaware of her glowing face and without saying another word turned around to follow what looked like a trail- barely noticeable in the forests thick undergrowth.
Hermione was absolutely mortified at her reaction to his admittedly very cute expression. He was Malfoy she told her self sternly- cute didn't enter into it. Shrugging away the odd shiver she felt in her spine she followed him concentrating on keeping her footing on the uneven track.
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After what felt like hours, the Forests thick canopy gave way to tussock grass and rocky outcroppings.
Draco suddenly came to a stop at the top of the rise. Panting Hermione ran to catch up about to ask what was wrong when her voice trailed off.
They had come to the edge of a cliff that over looked a beautiful bay with clear deep blue water.
The sun was about two hours away from setting and had bathed the bay in a glow, which made the cliffs of the rugged coast blaze gold. Far below the couple on the cliff, the water was dotted with black ships fitted out with sails and oars. Hermione knew nothing of ships but even from this distance they looked very intimidating. There was a small settlement tucked away on the edge of the bay on a remote beach.
On whole the effect was breath taking. It was stunning.
Hermione gasped as she looked, her eyes shining. The wind was blowing a refreshing breeze up the drop and when Hermione lifted her face to the rushing air she felt like she was flying. Suddenly she laughed loud and clear, her voice being whisked away by the wind. Startled Draco turned to her and stared in surprise, it occurred to him that he had never seen her laugh or look as carefree as she did at that moment. He was also surprised to notice how beautiful it made her look, her whole face lit up. Embarrassed Draco turned away to look at the bay again acutely aware of the curly haired Brunette beside him.
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