A/N: Because I wanted soul03asylum to still have nails, I decided to update.
Yaaaaaaaaaaaay.
I graduate high school in a week. O.o whaaaaaaat.
Yeah. Finals this week. Then I'm all yours, doods.
(TECHNICALLY I ALREADY GRADUMACATED… I WROTE THIS A/N BEFORE I DID….)
Seriously though, bros. Get ready for the sickest Dramione story. EVER.
(Not this one. :D I think I'm gonna call it "The Life and Times of Charlotte and Alfrod.)
YES. AND I LOVE IT. BECAUSE. YOU DON'T GET IT AT ALL. BUT I DO.
MUAHAHHAHAHA.
-_-'
K SO DISCLAIMER:
There once was a man from Peru.
His name was Charles.
And Charles would like to tell you:
I NOT HAZ OWNS OF HARRY POOTER.
I mean. *Potter. :D
Explanations
The tension in the air was thick. She was fidgeting with her hands.
"A beaver bit me?..." he said slowly, growling and baring his teeth.
She shook her head, trying her best to not show the laughter that was threatening to make her come apart at the seams.
"How does he know what bit me! It's not like he can see the wound. And it was dark so it's not like we were able to describe what the creature looked like!" he argued incredulously.
"I infused a memory in the Patronus. Sort of like a mobile Penseive." She sighed. "Gosh, all that worrying for nothing. I'm sorry, Draco. Really. That must have been terrifying," she spoke softly.
He looked over at her and merely half shrugged. He was angry, and hungry, and tired.
"I'm tired. Goodnight," he said simply.
She just nodded. It was a lot of information to take in.
This was supposed to be relieving, not more of a stressor. But were things normal with Draco Malfoy?
No. Never. Not since she agreed to become his permanent partner for their Auror missions.
Which was only about 3 missions ago. God it took accustoming to. Especially after having Harry as her partner first.
Damn his inability to get along well with people. He should have been grateful she even accepted.
She knew what she was getting herself into. But she never thought it would have been THIS hard to earn his trust.
Then again, she hadn't given much either. But she was the only one that could keep up with him and not get intimidated by his name or status.
Six years at Hogwarts and one on the run really toughened her up against the git.
He was gathering his blanket and thin pillow. He cast a warming charm on himself and lay down. He was grumbling about something or other.
She caught a few words, stupid, and ruddy, she didn't need to hear much more.
She was quite warmed by the voice of her old DADA teacher.
After numerous weeks with only the sodding git to her left, it was nice to hear the voice of someone so calm.
She thought of his Patronus. A dove. So fitting.
He was nothing but peace, really, washing a sea of tranquility over anyone that took the time to talk to him.
She grinned and walked over to her corner, not before looking over to her partner. His chest was heaving slowly.
The thought of him turning into a werewolf shook her violently.
She was good at Potions, but not good enough to create a full blown Wolfsbane Potion. Not to mention their limited resources.
She sighed softly, careful to not be too loud. It amazed her that even at 22, she could be reduced to bickering like a 13 year old again.
Stupid prat. She sat down on her sleeping bag and grabbed her thin pillow as well.
Hopefully morning would be better.