A/N: Deciding to be nice and update with an extra long chappy. :D
So. It was brought to my attention that you can't conjure food.
To that I say. BE GONE WITH YOU!
Just kidding. Actually. In the HBP when Dumblydoor visits Harry and the Dursleys.
He conjures so oak-mauled mead. Soooo. That's a drink. [PAGE 48 IN THE AMERICAN EDITION].
Soooo. I say. That Draco, being trained as an Auror, got to be as awesome as Dumbledorkface and can conjure foods. 3
BYAHHHH! *CANYOUDEALWITHTHAT* bitches. In the kindest sense.
Or. It's not really CONJURING. It's jacking it from someone close to them. Lol. Different than accio, though. Lmfao. Picture that.
Some old man is about feast on his ham and cheese sammich,
he turns to get a drink, and when he turns around, it's gone. XD lolololol. Oh I kill myself.
DISCLAIMER:
THAT THING WHERE. I'M AWESOME.
CONTRADICTING WHAT I SAID BEFORE.
But that means I'm JKR. Which I'm deff nots. Yeeeee.
Necklace
The light shone through their small alcove in the hills behind the Forbidden Forrest. He just closed his eyes tighter and pulled his blanket over his head.
Unfortunately a small animal kept smacking his legs.
Oh wait.
That was Granger.
He groaned and pushed her away...with his foot…rather hard…
"Draco Malfoy! How dare you kick me!" she shrieked. "Now get up! We have to move to our next safe house since we now know you're okay to travel."
"I assume you're using the word 'house' lightly," his voice droned, slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
He yawned noisily, grinning up at her with dreamy eyes. She was glaring, a smile playing at the corner of her lips.
"Come on, Draco," she said amiably, stretching her hand out.
He eyed her suspiciously, but took her hand anyway. He smoothed out his tight white shirt with his good arm.
"Before we go, I wanna check on your wound. And put new bandages on it," she said, fussing over him, and bringing him over to the chairs by their small makeshift table made of half a log.
"Alright, alright, Mum," he snickered, sitting down.
He watched her roll her eyes. She was smiling though, much different to their last encounter with her trying to help him.
"Why'd you agree to be my partner?" he asked quietly, as she paused her hands on the knot of his sling.
She looked up at him slightly shocked at his honesty. God his mood swings were annoying. One minute immature, one minute kind, one minute an angry imbecile, and now back to kind!
"Because I'm the only one that can put up with you without killing you," she teased, continuing her ministrations.
He chuckled lightly. Well. She's right, really. Yeah she got mad at him, but she had the patience of an elephant. That is… if elephants have a lot of patience…
She was serious now, slowly unfurling his wrappings back. He winced slightly as he felt them pull against his sensitive skin. She hissed and winced along with him. "Sorry, sorry, sorryyyyy," she pleaded.
He couldn't answer, just biting his fist and looking away, scrunching his eyes tighter. Finally the bandages were off. He heaved out a sigh, whimpering slightly as she blew on it.
"Shh shh shhhh, it's okay," she cooed. And instead of dumping the healing potion, she dabbed it gently with a cotton ball. His shoulders tensed like last time, but he let her do her work.
She looked at it intensely and resolved that it didn't need any more of the potion. Grabbing the crème, she took some on small satin cloth and smoothed it over the wound. He let out the breath he was holding, closing his eyes.
"I'm gonna kill every fucking badger there ever was," he scowled, running his hands through his dirty hair.
Giggling, she folded the satin in half and leaned closer to him. "It was beaver," she whispered humorously.
He grumbled and did his best to cross his arms with only one available. It obviously… didn't really work.
She just kept giggling as she wrapped him with new dressings. "Gosh, sometimes I REALLY can't believe you're 22."
"WAIT WHAT? How old?" he exclaimed, with mock shock on his face.
She laughed openly, slapping her forehead with her palm and running it down her face.
"Maybe I will kill you, Malfoy!" she complained in jest, shaking her head.
He just grinned at her exasperation, watching her readjust the sling. She motions for him to sit up as she got up to fit it just right. As she leaned in, his face was perfectly in line with a view down her thin white shirt.
He gulped and sneaked a look at her face. She hadn't even noticed. He then spotted the necklace dangling down from her neck. He smirked. Perfect.
"I like your necklace, Granger," he husked hoarsely, raising an eyebrow at the view.
She glanced down following his gaze and blushed furiously, looking back up at him and slapping the back of his head.
"I'm sorry! I'm a man with needs! Needs that haven't been sated for three months!" he defended, looking up at her in the eyes.
She sniffed and quickly transfigured her shirt into a maroon turtleneck, walking away from him to pack the last of their things.
"Oh please, woman!" he groaned, getting up and looking at her disbelievingly.
"It must be hard getting used to it. Without having those hoards of girls chasing after you," she scorned, whipping her wrist a tad too violently and sending all the medical things into a small knapsack.
Dammit. She would really kill for that bottomless bag. It REAKED of magic though.
She set a basic spell on the bag to make it slightly lighter. Walking over to her backpack and rolled up sleeping bag clipped to it, she set it down gently.
He just scoffed. "That's completely…" he began, but chose not to start with her. He just shook his head dismissively and went to go fold his blanket and travel pillow, as best he could with one arm, into his own backpack.
A black bird chirped and flew into the cave. He looked at it curiously. He didn't have a good feeling about it.
"Hermione, let's go. Now," he muttered lowly, pulling his wand out of his pocket.
She looked up at his stern tone, noticing the bird. A feeling of distrust coursed through her as well.
"Grab your stuff. Get over here," she commanded. He did as she said and she wrapped her arm around his waist.
CRACK. The bird had changed form.
The last view of the small cave left them with distorted images of a dark man changing shape.
With that they fell roughly on something soft. Draco coughed as he spit up very thin white sand.