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I have thought of a plot but it will take about 12 chapters. So a question, do you think that is to long for this story? Please tell me.

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Chapter Six: Mudblood

Hermione sighed contentedly, she was stuck in the Bronze age with her arch enemy and only a very vague plan of how to get home but she had never felt more inspired or at peace with herself.

The view. The rush. Hermione could honestly say that they view of the bay was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. There must have been magic in the air because Hermione could not remember a time where she was so spontaneous. It wasn't that she was a control freak or anything; she had just always been surrounded by structure. She always had a plan but this was the most inconceivable journey, she was completely unprepared but instead of fear she felt exhilarated. Even when she was fighting with Harry against some horror he had found, (Harry had a definite knack for finding trouble) she had always felt like a tool, the sidekick. Here it was her adventure and once the shock had worn off Hermione was really only worried about Ferret- but even he didn't seem that bad. Hermione jolted out of her reverie.

Not that bad? She must have knocked her head a bit to hard when she 'fell' into the past.
Thinking of Draco she turned to see him gazing out at the water. It was definitely odd seeing him without any hostility on his face, the malicious sneer was gone. He glanced back a small smile on his face. They just looked at each other no arguments or snide remarks just enjoying a surprising peaceful end to one hell of a day.

It was Hermione who broke the silence.

"Draco," she said his first name feeling odd on her tongue, "I…"

Draco unintentionally took a step forward.

"I think we should set up a camp for the night" Hermione quickly though Draco was sure that was not what she was going to say.

Reluctantly he nodded and turned to glance once more at the breath taking view before straightening.

"Alright what should I do?"

"Um, get some firewood." Replied Hermione gesturing towards the forest, "and make sure it's dry." She called after his retreating figure.

She then cleared away a spot for the fireplace using a stick to dig a small pit into the earth. Once she had done that she went to help Draco gather sticks and fallen branches.

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When they had a sizable pile of wood Hermione said whispered the spell for fire, when a tiny flame had appeared at the end of her wand she hurriedly set the end against the kindling. As soon as it had caught she blew out her wand.

"Before you ask, the reason that I didn't conjure a magical fire was because we have to be careful to not perform any magic that is big. Even creating a magical bonfire would make a sound large enough for a magical creature to hear. It is called Greodfeys la…"

"Yes, yes, Greodfeys law on the vibrations of magic and effect on creatures with magical abilities. Do you think I'm a moron or just that you were the only one who was capable of listening in school?"

"I..."

But Malfoy was just warming up. "I'm so sick of this! What is everyone's obsession with perfection? You, my father, everyone thinks that I must be an idiot just because I'm not top off the class or best in the year or what ever. 'How could you let a mudblood best you, you're a stain on this family's name.' 'Potter is no better at Qudditch than his blood-traitor father was; you just don't try hard enough. Your worthless to me and you will always be." Draco's voice imitated his father's cold demeanour sending chills down Hermione's back she huddled close to the fire for warmth.

"Draco I had no idea…" 'Liar,' she told herself she knew exactly what sort of man Luscious Malfoy was. But she never would have thought he would treat his son with the same inferiority that he treated everyone else.

Blood, it was the corner stone of the man's philosophy, it was his religion and his obsession. To treat his own blood with such disdain was...err... remarkable.

"Forget it Granger, I didn't mean to attack you. I meant to say I understand perfectly the need for magical discretion."

You mean you didn't mean to tell me how much your father hurt you. She thought bitterly. Hermione was startled to find she actually felt pity for Draco. She could imagine what a father like that constantly pushing you with no comfort or encouragement to give, all ways criticising you. Hermione shudder to think of the impact on Draco's psyche, she had never been as grateful to have the father she had than in that moment.

"Someone should keep watch, you go to sleep first and then I will wake you up."

Hermione smiled gratefully at the figure sitting across from her.

The climate in Greece was beautiful and Hermione had no trouble drifting of to sleep.

Halfway through the night she took her shift. To begin with it was silent except for the popping of the fire and the crash of the ocean far below, then the sky began to lighten and birds began to wake up quiet peeping, shrill cawing, beautiful songbirds weaving an intricate melody through the air. Hermione sat on a fallen log and faced the eastern ocean watching the sunrise.

She took a deep breath and felt all her anxiety drain away, what a morning to be alive, the air was crisp but not freezing, the ocean crashed onto the cliffs below at intervals soothing her and she loved the solitude. The stars disappeared from the sky and the moon became a ghostly reminder of its nightly brilliance. The sky went from dark blue to an odd orange-green and deep red. In the middle of Hermione's vision just on the horizon was a blazing yellow streak that was blinding in its intensity. . In one moment quiet appeared in area again, the birds fell silent, even the ocean seemed muted, the whole forest and ocean held there collective breath. The tension created made Hermione sit still.

Suddenly as the Sun's first golden rays struck the cliff and water in a single beam, the water in the bay frothed and a huge waterspout emerged growing taller and taller in the air. A flash broke out from the tip of the swirling fountain. It seemed blue at first but shone red as the sun's rays caught it. Hermione leaned forward straining to see it. The water plume, which it burst out of, fell back into the water. Staring hard Hermione saw the streaking colour split in half each, half twining around in a spiral with a comets fiery tail trailing behind. Faster and faster they spun, a sound seemed to build in the air, a crystal note that began softly and rose and rose until finally it was so loud Hermione had to grit her teeth. Just when she thought she could no longer bear it the music stopped abruptly and the two halves stopped spinning and rising they stood still in mid air and opened their wings to the sun. A sudden fire burst was given off and they glowed even more intense than the sun. Suddenly a new tune pervaded the air it was beautiful a gentle sound that sounded delicate yet made her feel strong. Hermione with her eyes filled with sunspots bathed in the glow of their colour and the heavenly music. The birds (for that's what they were) drifted lazily around one another swooping and diving they went out to sea and became nothing but specks on the horizon.

She felt a presence behind her and saw Draco. Standing there gazing up at the sky he seemed so open and she was hesitant to break the spell but she studied him closer. He was tall, lithe and every bit as handsome as everyone thought he would be. His white/ blonde hair, pale skin and cold silver eyes gave the effect of an Ice Prince. Even standing behind her looking at awe at the beautiful spectacle above he looked so distant and unapproachable.

Which is exactly what he is Hermione scolded herself. He is completely unapproachable, it has always been that way and it always will be don't get sucked in just because he is gorgeous, he is a snake and just because he has agreed to a truce doesn't that he wont turn on you the second circumstances change. Hermione was so focused on her analyses that she didn't notice Draco sit beside her on the log.

"I know what they are." He breathed so quietly Hermione had to strain to hear.

Hermione had no idea what they were except for birds. She had thought perhaps it was a phoenix but then the flame had split.

"What?"

"They are Sun birds, and that was their mating ritual. I heard about it but it's the first time I have seen it." His voice was still tinged with awe.

The moment was ruined somewhat when Hermione's stomach began to rumble.

"What are we going to do for food?" She asked.

"Well we already agreed to not use magic so scratch that and unless you know how to forage we had better hope that the village is not to far away."

They stared across the bay to the minute village on the other side; it would take at least a day if not two.

Hermione was wrong. It took a grand total of three days to reach the Town. Hermione broke her own rule and conjured up a plate of food that would continue replenishing and a bottle of water. That after noon they were chased by a swarm of pixies drawn to the magic. When Hermione and Draco were near the gate just above the town on a small cliff they stopped to rest. They were bitten, scratched, dirty, and sore. Hermione looked at Draco's dirty face and knew she didn't look any better she shuddered to think of how her hair must look.

"I think we should clean up before we go into the town otherwise they will probably not let us in the gate." She said.

Draco nodded

"Um do you think we should use a lot of magic and it would be really fast or just conjure up some soap and clean the normal way?"

Draco weighed both options. Surprised that Hermione bothered to ask him instead of just bossing about in the usual way.

"Well, if we use a lot of magic then who knows what will attack us next but I really don't want to waste time... Ok conjure some soap and lets find a lake."

Hermione did after whispering "Dulcets purgatio laganum" a large cake of soap appeared in her hand, it had a soft jasmine smell that she inhaled deeply.

They search for a lake or a pond but could only find a small brook. Hermione smiled.

"I suppose running water is better."

Then she went behind a tree and undressed leaving on only her bra and underwear. When she stepped out Draco was already in the water. She went to the edge to go in when Draco turned around.

He saw her body and was struck at her grace; she was always covered up before in the bulky sweater and dress, He was confused at the emotions rushing through him, chiefly among these, desire. He gasped, thinking of an excuse to stop her entering the water he wildly flung out, "What do you think you are doing?"

She looked at him confused "Bathing obviously."

"Wait until I am finished then you can contaminate it, Mudblood." He snarled. Even before he said it he regretted it, what was wrong with him? Was he an idiot or what?

He watched, as her eyes grew stormy. He expected her to yell, but instead she lifted her head and marched right into the water towards him, she stopped so close that he could practically see the lighting bolts playing in her eyes. She put her hand out in front of her for him to see, he looked down. As he did Hermione pulled up her other hand which contained her charm bracelet that she had got for her birthday from her mother, she gripped the edge of one of the charms and drew it in a swift movement across her palm. A tiny stream of blood welled up. Draco looked up confused and saw her face set in stone.

"Look Malfoy," she said in a quiet voice shaking with controlled rage, "Does that look like mud to you?" And with that she turned and went up stream around the bend.

Later they converged on the path, Draco refusing to look at Hermione. That suited Hermione just fine as she concentrated on the view of the forest.

Suddenly the ground on front of Hermione gave way. She fell with a shriek, trying to grab on to the soil around her to slow her descent. When she reached the bottom of the small cliff she landed with a thud. She winced as she felt her arm breaking. There wasn't any pain but Hermione (Who had her arm broken more than once) knew that it would come; she struggled out of the pile of rubble surrounding her carefully nursing the break.

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