A/N: Soooo. Since so many peeps subscribed to this story, I decided to be awesome and update.
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Erm. I'm still working on another Dramione story. Probably should start typing that up...
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Nor do I own Harry Potter. Just teh plots. :D
Intentions
She sighed and raked her hands in her tangled mane, curled up in her designated corner. Lupin still hadn't sent a Patronus back.
His lips were pursed as he peered over to her, knees up, arm resting on the tops of them. Looking down, he turned back to his thoughts.
He felt gross, caked with dirt, his platinum blonde hair borderline dirty blonde by the looks of it now.
He heard a low grumble. The sound doubled as he turned to find her blushing and clutching her stomach.
He just stared at her. She had given him her portion of food for the day. You need it more than I do, she had said.
He, obviously, took it. But now, he started to feel the guilt bubble up.
Where's a bottomless bag when you need one?, he thought, scowling to himself as he remembered her stories from the past.
"What was that for? I'm sorry I can't control my bodily functions, Malfoy," she called out to him, bitterly.
He glowered at her, resenting her suspicions. The tension in the air was palpable.
"Why do you have to ALWAYS assume I'm being a prick?" he began, his dirt smudged face shining with annoyance.
"Don't answer that," he continued as she shut her mouth quickly, "I was merely commenting to myself on the fact that it would have been nice if we had a bottomless bag."
She sat thinking, only for a moment. "Well I'm sorry I couldn't accommodate you," she spat, taken aback by his calm statement.
He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "That's what I get for actually trying to be nice," he mumbled under his breath.
"What did you just say?" she scolded, folding her arms to her chest and sitting with her legs criss-crossed.
"What I said, Granger, was that I was just trying to be nice, or alluding to that, anyway. I don't like hearing your stomach growl as much as you dislike the feeling of it, alright?" he told her, looking her straight in the eyes, his own smoldering with honesty.
She was shocked to say the least. She knew he had changed. Well, in his intentions, if anything, she thought, mentally scoffing.
"Oh," she finally sputtered unintelligibly, blinking rapidly a few times.
"Shocker, I know," he admonished, looking away and resting his chin on his unharmed arm.
Silence overtook them. He could feel her eyes on him. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to think of anything that would distract her.
A book, a spell, something. And then he thought of it.
Conjuring charms! Why didn't I think of that!
He went for his wand. He pulled it out, focusing as hard as possible on a ham and cheese sandwich. Swishing and flicking, one popped out of the air and into his lap.
He picked up the wrapped up parcel and tossed it over to her. She caught it, a surprised look on her face, but remained voiceless.
She unwrapped it, taking a hasty bite. Three bites later, she looked up at him, chewing maniacally. He couldn't help but burst out in laughter.
He toppled over to the ground, tears in his eyes, as she gulped down the sandwich as ladylike as possible.
"That's— " she started, but couldn't continue due to his roarous laughter.
"I don't very much appreciate—" she tried again. He paused to look up at her, but before she had the chance to speak again, he erupted into another bought of laughter.
She crossed her arms for what felt the millionth time that day, but couldn't help but feel a grin ghost the corners of her cheeks.
"Ugh! You are so insufferable!" she yelled, getting up and rushing towards him. He sat up, still laughing, and scooting away as fast as possible.
"Oooh. I'm so scurred," he choked out between giggles, air escaping him in hisses.
She swatted the arm without a sling and he put up his hands in defense. She just kept on swatting, distracted to the fact that his leg was positioned conveniently behind hers.
With one swift movement, he hit the back of her knee, legs giving in, and tumbled onto him.
She screamed joyfully and laughed along with him as he began tickling her, rolling on top of her. She screeched for him to stop, their voices echoing in the small cavern.
His hands slowed, though. Her eyes were streaming tears from the guttural laughter that had escaped her.
The air was thick as he looked down at her small face. His breath was coming in gasps due to the laughter.
Ending the moment, he sat up as she calmed her chortles. They sat there, in a daze, smiling at each other.
She was the first to break the silence, a nervous laugh escaping her.
"We needed that," she stated.
"Yeah," he let out, looking beyond her mass of hair.
"By the way, try not to use that much magic, They can smell it from miles away," she informed him.
He was only half listening as he saw a silvery blue orb zooming towards the entrance of the cave.
His breath caught in his throat, pointing for her to turn and look.
The blue and white orb landed on Hermione's shoulder, taking the shape of an elegant dove.
A familiar calming voice came through the gentle bird's mouth.
It said…