A/N: helloo! welcome to chapter 2. Thank you to everyone that has reviewed so far- keep it coming! Ill be taking inspiration for this story from the movie Troy as well as bits and pieces of roman history to use, so this story will not be historically accurate in the least. Thanks for reading! P.S. I decided to let Hermione have her wand. yay! Please R&R ( I rewrote it a bit. I completely forgot to address the fact that Draco is naked during their WHOLE EXCHANGE lol. my life )
Hermione stared with a shocked expression as the man gracefully rose from the bed. He took his time- stretching each muscle languidly, before he arched an eyebrow, waiting for her response. She watched him carefully, lest he try to harm her.
"Hermione. Hermione Granger." She managed. A hint of wariness in her tone.
"Hermione Granger," he repeated. The syllables rolling off his tongue. "What an interesting name."
Where am I?
How did I get here?
A million questions raced through her head before she finally settled upon, "who are you?"
The man seemed completely unfazed at having an unknown woman in his bed and instead coolly replied, "Draco Augustus Severus. Son of Lucius Septimius Severus."
Her mouth gaped a little at this. Still frozen in place, Hermione watched as Draco moved past where she sat on the floor and lit an oil lamp, effectively illuminating the space. She could now make out the various furnishings: a table at the far end held charts and maps of various regions of Gaul, a handsome bust of Mars overlooked the entrance and lush, ornate carpets adorned the floors- sealing the heat within the confines of the tent. Hermione's gaze swept over his body. The light danced and cast shadows across his muscles- which only enhanced their definition. Her eyes dipped lower down his chest, abs and then she stopped and brushed profusely. He was built lean and muscular, perfect for agility, speed and endurance on the battlefield, as well as other places...
"Please put on some clothes!" She screeched, covering her eyes and her blush.
Draco smirked as he saw her blatant ogling of his physique. He had noted the way her eyes widened as she drank him in and the slight pink coloring that overtook her cheeks. Her mussed hair and red lips only added to her already pretty face. The way she sat precariously on his floor gave him a good view of her legs- the slit in the dress only allowed for more thigh to be shown. He licked his lips at the thought of her wrapping them around his waist.
Only to appease her, he strode back over to the bed and tied the sheet so that it hung loosely around his narrow hips- sealing away the family jewels. He cleared his throat to signal that he was now decent.
"Where am I," she finally asked, slowly dropping her hands. He frowned a little at her question, which only confused him. Perhaps she was severely mentally impaired or suffered from extreme forgetfulness.
The situation began to dawn on Hermione. She was in an unknown place, with an unknown man. Judging by his choice of weaponry and décor he was either completely insane or- she had somehow been transported to another era. She desperately hoped it was not the latter. She could handle crazy, Merlin knows she'd dealt with her fair share of bat shit crazy people in her life.
Draco's deep voice cut through her thoughts. "You are in the Commander's tent, situated on the plains of Catalaunia. Under Emperor Flavius' rule, I am leading my legion to defeat the invading Huns. How did you get here?" He asked.
At the words 'Emperor Flavius' panic overtook her features and her eyes darted frantically about- searching the surroundings for her wand. She spotted it laying half covered in the folds of the sheets. Draco's gaze followed her own before she lunged towards it. He moved faster though, and snatched it up before she could reach it. He straightened to his full height and Hermione realized just how tall he was- towering a good foot above her 5'3 frame. Nevertheless she raised herself up to her full height and looked straight into his eyes.
"Give it back," she seethed. She reminded him of a wildcat when angry- hair standing on end and teeth bared.
"Answer me first."
She sighed a little, her temper calming a bit. "I don't know how I got here."
He bent down to nuzzle her neck. "Ah then no explanation? Sounds like the work of the Gods. You must be a gift intended for me." His free hand came up to drag lazily up and down her arm.
Hermione shivered at his actions and pulled back slightly. "Touch me and I will hex your balls off."
"Hex?" He asked curiously.
"Yes, hex, a very... ( she couldn't think of a good explanation ) unpleasant spell." She glared at him threateningly, but Draco took no notice. "I answered your questions, now give me my wand."
Ignoring her, Draco held the wand to the light- turning it this way and that, examining it. It appeared to be an ordinary stick of wood in his eyes, albeit tapered and smooth. He handed it to her, but as she went to grab it, he held on. She glared daggers at him and he merely smiled at her.
Cocky prick.
"I would be careful if I were you sorceress. I mean you no harm, I like my women willing, but as you seem unaware- we are not alone. I command a legion of 5,000 strong. Under my care and inside this tent,you are safe, but I cannot promise the same for my men. They have not felt the touch of a woman in months and your attire does not aid you." He looked at her pointedly. "If anything happens to me, there will be no one to stop them from taking you."
He released his grasp on her wand and Hermione snatched it back with fervour. She then glanced down and realized she had indeed fallen asleep wearing the blasted dress! She blushed and attempted to cover herself with her hands. Draco noticed her struggle and taking pity on her, he fetched her one of his tunics from the wardrobe before he climbed back into bed. She grabbed the tunic and transfigured it into a nightgown for herself. She reached down to start unzipping her dress when she noticed his eyes watching her. He was amazed at what he had just witnessed, an act of magic the likes of which he had never seen - not even from the renowned Sibyls of Cumae.
"Avert your eyes or lose them buddy. Your choice."
Her threat only prompted small chuckles from where he lay on his side looking like Adonis himself. Respectfully, however, he turned over onto his other side, showing her his back. Satisfied, Hermione managed to wiggle herself out of the tight dress and into the flowing nightgown. Slipping it on, she happily noted that it fit her perfectly. She had gotten much better at transfiguration since her days at Hogwarts. Noting that she was finished, Draco rolled over and looked at her. Uncomfortable beneath his gaze Hermione shifted her weight awkwardly and she began folding the offending red dress.
"You're more than welcome to sleep with me if you wish. It gets cold at night." He gave a little wink and patted the spot beside him where she had previously been.
Hermione simply released a very unladylike snort and instead resolutely laid down on the soft carpet. He smiled at her stubbornness and simply rolled over once again and quickly fell back to sleep.
She lay there for what felt like hours, gazing at the ceiling and reflecting on her current situation. There was simply no logical explanation for this! The amount of magic required to transport her this far back in the past was enormous. She had no books from which she could research the matter and no one she could contact for information or assistance. Hermione inwardly groaned. She had to find a way to get home and fast.
Back home to what? Her mind reminded her bitterly. You and Ron are done. Over. He cheated on you.
For the second and last time, Hermione shed tears for Ron. She curled into a ball and willed herself to sleep.
Hermione awoke the next day with puffy eyes from lack of sleep and constant crying. Draco shook her lightly, he was dressed in a suit of armor- muscle cuirass, chiton, greaves, leather pauldrons and a red cape. The sword with the dragonhead pommel was strapped to his side as well as a small dagger.
"Eat." He thrust a bowl of gruel towards her. It looked god awful. She turned her face away, signalling her rejection. He sighed and set it on the table.
"Stay here. Make yourself useful and tidy up a bit. I'll be gone for a few hours." She heard him say in clipped tones before he promptly lifted the flap of the tent and left. She scowled at his orders, but rose nonetheless. She proceeded to wash her transfigured nightgown, the dress (even though she just wanted to burn it) as well as some of the other clothes laying strewn about. Using her wand, she scourgified the entire tent, especially the carpet upon which she slept.
Once satisfied with her work, she then sat down at the table and proceeded to spoon the bland gruel into her mouth. It tasted awful, like wet wadded up paper. She swallowed as much as she could stomach.
-x-
Draco marched through the army camp, surveying the white lines of tents. He greeted his soldiers as they ate their morning meals and was met in return with numerous 'Aves'. He stopped in front of his second-in-command and long time comrade, Blaise.
"Ave and hail Legatus Legionis," the dark skinned man look up from his bowl and greeted. He dusted himself off before setting aside his morning meal and standing up to properly greet his Commander.
"The troops are preparing for battle, we will be ready to march towards the frontier by this time tomorrow. We will attack them head on and we will bring the Mongol barbarians swiftly to heel."
"Excellent, that is what I like to hear. Now, I have an urgent matter I wish to discuss with you Blaise."
"Of course Commander. What is it you wish to discuss?"
A/N: There you go! PM me any suggestions you may have as to how to continue. Thank you again for reading this chapter and please do review and leave critiques! They inspire me to write better and faster