A/N: Okay so I received my first review! Definitely exciting :P
Just a point to put out there, Draco wants what he shouldn't have (aka people like Hermione and Ginny) to spite his father. He after all was the reason why Draco ended up in the situation. OH! BAD! Oopsies…I wasn't supposed to let you know what happens before it actually does! DAMN IT! At least it doesn't become known for a while…hopefully you'll forget about it…yes…good plan!
And Ginny is going to be VERY hot tempered in this fic. I love making her sassy ;)
Hermione is now unusually attracted to skin if you haven't already noticed :P
That dream really affected her…anywaysss…onto the story!
What happened previously…
"I call the bath first." Hermione said, walking towards the bathroom.
"Is that an invitation?" Draco replied, smirking.
She went to lock the door to the bathroom and realized there wasn't a lock. There wasn't even a door. She groaned.
"I knew you wanted to get in my pants." Draco said as he walked up towards the bathroom, taking in the fact of a lack of door. He immediately smiled devilishly.
Thank Merlin for making me enemies with Potter and Weasel.
CHAPTER TWO
"No…absolutely not!" Ginny yelled in the tailor's face as she fitted her into a frilly white bonnet.
"But Ginevra—"
"No Hermione! This is ridiculous!" She waved her hands around in frustration, unbeknownst to her the fact that her bonnet turned into a bouncing baby on top of her head as the tailor turned around bending over her pile of clothes.
Hermione squealed and brought her wand out, quickly casting the counter-curse. The bouncing baby let out a wail as it became a bonnet again, causing the tailor to turn around in alarm. Hermione just hid her wand behind her back, smiling innocently at her.
The tailor still looked spooked though, clasping her hands together and muttering a prayer. She finished fitting Ginny, shaking the whole time, and fled the room when she finished. Hermione sighed as she heard her crying out to the inn manager to call the Minister as soon as possible.
"Ginny! You have to be careful around people here! They think that magic and witchery are curses on the church! They'll be calling witch in no time!" She hissed at Ginny.
"Oh…alright…but Hermione, you need to stop calling me Ginevra…it's making me feel like an old hag…." Ginny said as she stomped to the single dresser in the room, throwing down her bonnet on top of it.
"Ginny, we have to keep formal names when in the presence of others. It's improper to use nicknames in this society."
"Bonnets? Formal names? Church?! What were these people thinking?" Ginny tried to hunch her shoulders but found it impossible in the get-up she had on. She let out an annoyed breath as she clawed at the fabric, attempting to take it off. She gave out a cry in anger as she realized that she was unable to lift her arms straight out to her sides either, feeling like she was in a sraight jacket...of pure evil...
Draco walked in from the bathroom, which Hermione had fitted with a lock and door by transfiguring a branch from the tree outside their window.
"How do you get the blasted thing off?!" Ginny yelled as she continued to try to claw the dress off her body.
"I didn't know I was in a gentleman's club. Come on, let's see a show!" He began clapping, then laughed as Ginny charged at him.
She didn't get very far though when Hermione stepped in front of her rampage, holding Ginny back from ripping Draco to shreds.
"Oh, my hero!" Draco cried dramatically, walking past the two and collapsing on one of the two beds in the room.
"Shut your mouth Malfoy, or else I'll shut it for you!" Ginny yelled as she struggled against Hermione's restraint.
"How? Why don't you try you little blood-traitor." He jumped for the window as he saw Hermione let go of Ginny, her barreling towards him. He snickered as he jumped to the tree outside.
"You think a bloody tree will keep you away from me? I'll slit your throat yet Malfoy!" She growled as she tried to climb out the window. Her dress decided to revolt however when she found herself tripping on the ledge and falling out the window, the dress catching on a branch, pulling it over her head and dropping her unceremoniously onto the ground.
She clutched her bare chest in pain as she looked up at Hermione-now leaning out the window in horror-and Draco who was sitting in the tree holding her dress as he audibly guffawed.
Hermione heard Ginny whimper from below, which caused her to grab Ginny's old Hogwarts button down and run down after her. She found Ginny in the same place she had last seen her, and handed her the blouse, trying to ignore the shimmering tear threatening to leak out onto Ginny's cheek.
Ginny slid the blouse on and walked slowly back up to their room, Hermione's arm protectively around her shoulders.
Ron tugged at the ruffled collar of his shirt uncomfortably, not liking that he had to tuck the ridiculously baggy garment into his overly tight black pants.
"Bloody hell…Harry, I look like a buffoon…" He un-tucked his shirt in frustration as Harry replaced him in front of the mirror.
"At least it doesn't smell like your Great Aunt Tessie." Harry reassured him. He watched in amusement as Ron brought the large collar up to his nose, taking a large whiff.
"Yeah, thank Merlin for that." He looked in the mirror in obvious distaste as Harry walked to the window, looking out at the moon. He thought it was his eyes at first, but then realized that he wasn't Schizophrenic…yet…He watched as smoke billowed out of the forest, catching his immediate attention.
"Hey Ron—" He started but was interrupted when the door was thrown open. Hermione wobbled into the room, supporting an unconscious Draco, his arm around her neck and his body weight pressing into her. He had blood draining from somewhere in his mess of platinum locks, turning them a sickening red as it dripped off his head and onto the floor.
Hermione laid him gently on one of the two beds, causing a strange jealousy to rise, forming a lump in Harry's throat. Unluckily for him, Draco decided to wake up in a haze, throwing his arms around Hermione and pulling her flush against his body while whispering something in her ear.
She giggled in obvious discomfort as he whispered to her "what he was going to do to her later". She tried to pull herself away from him so she could clean his head wound, but he got frustrated and wrapped one of his legs around hers, pulling her even closer. She whimpered, feeling something against her leg that she didn't want to feel in that moment.
Harry's temper decided that his advances had gone far enough and ripped her out of Draco's arms, holding her in his arms protectively as she shook in fear. She wrapped her arms around his middle in a death grip, ordering Ron to cast the healing charms on Malfoy's head. When he began to protest:
"Oh Ronald, you know them well enough." She was still in Harry's arms. She wasn't ready for what Draco offered to girls. She was still able to touch unicorns, and she wanted to keep it that way until she met the right person.
Ron shrugged in defeat, pointing his wand at Draco's head while uttering the healing spells Hermione had taught him in the past. He grinned, lighting up his face in a friendly glow as he noticed the now fully healed scar on Draco's forehead.
Draco came out of his horny spell, looking around the room with alert eyes. Ron noticed the way he was acting overly paranoid.
"What's your deal Malfoy?" Ron watched as Draco tried to stand, but failed miserably. Hermione pulled herself from her shelter in Harry's arms, running to catch Draco as he began to pass out onto the cold floor. She caught him, and begged Harry and Ron to let Draco stay in their room, remembering clearly what happened earlier when she and Ginny had reached the room. She grimaced.
Ginny had run straight for the window, using her wand to enlarge stray pebbles from the floor into massive boulders (just small enough to be able to hold without breaking your arms). Hermione was too late when she jumped at her. Ginny had already brought her arms back into a catapult, launching the boulder out the window towards Draco.
Draco noticed the boulder swipe past his head, grazing his ear slightly. He yelled out curses as he looked up just early enough to watch another boulder barrel with astonishing acuteness towards his head, knocking him out cold.
Hermione had to run for all she was worth to bring Draco back up the stairs and into Ron and Harry's room, not trusting Ginny in the slightest with a pile of available boulders.
She snapped out of her flashback when she was nudged by someone's elbow.
"I think I should head back to my room then…" She started heading for the door when she was grabbed by the arm.
"Hermione, did you not hear a word I just said? There's smoke coming from a strange location deep in the forest. I think we should go check it out." Harry was looking deep into her eyes. With concern, she noticed, as the light green in his irises pooled and mixed with the dark; a sign of possible danger.
She was so enraptured by his beautiful green eyes that she had to pinch herself.
"Oh, yeah…that sounds like a good idea…never can be too safe." She ushered Harry out of the room, ordering Ron to watch Malfoy and make sure he didn't do anything drastic.
They headed off in the direction that Harry said he noticed the smoke coming from. He grabbed her hand cautiously, not knowing what kind of reaction he'd get. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and smiled, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.
They ran with new found strength and agility, managing not to trip on stray roots or boulders as they held hands.
Just before they reached the clearing where they saw that the fire was coming from, Hermione had to give his hand a tug backwards. He stood next to her as she tilted her head, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"Do you hear that?" She whispered, just as Harry heard a strange language being sung nearby.
"What do you suppose it is?" He asked, watching as she continued to furrow her brows, eyes closed.
"I honestly don't know Harry. We should be quiet when we approach though, incase it's something dangerous."
He nodded in agreement, and they stepped closer, reaching the row of trees next to the clearing. They watched as a dark skinned woman held a chicken above her head, waving it around. Girls—or at least they appeared to be girls—surrounded the fire, watching with wide eyes, mesmerized by the happenings before them. The woman did something that caused Hermione to scream.
Harry attempted to muffle her cries as he saw all the women look their way. She grabbed onto him, crying into his shirt as he stroked her hair gently.
"What you be doin' makin' me stop my ways in gettin' des girls de man of der dream?" The African woman asked as she stepped closer to Harry and Hermione. Harry picked Hermione lightly up off the ground, letting her continue to muffle her sobs in his chest as he took careful steps towards the woman.
"I'm sorry? The men of their dreams?" He asked in confusion. The girls' eyes then widened in full-on shock as they noticed the very handsome boy standing before them. Many giggled gleefully, knowing who they were going to ask for the hand of next time they conjured.
Hermione turned towards the group, giving them all a "don't you even dare" look, causing some to look away in shame. She tapped Harry on the chest to let him know that she was okay to walk again, but he knew all too well that she was trying to act strong in front of these girls, so he ignored it and just held her closer to him.
She was secretly glad that he didn't let her down, knowing that her legs would give out on her as her mind replayed the gruesome massacre of the chicken as the woman slammed it onto the edge of the kettle settled over the fire, the blood draining in great blobs from the newly headless corpse. She thought she could see the chicken still attempting to run around without its head, causing her to throw her hand in front of her hand to stop the vomit from threatening to form in her throat.
"Holding a woman so close without marriage is unacceptable…unless you are already joined in matrimony?" a girl of around 18 stood to ask the two, a menacing glare apparent on her hard face.
"Uhh..." Harry just stuttered, not knowing how to respond.
"Of course we're married; we wouldn't be touching if we weren't lawfully joined." Hermione spoke up, causing Harry to look at her in astonishment.
"I would like to see your marriage papers. Or perhaps it is all a lie?! I assure you, a lie is a sin in God's eyes, and you will be jailed for such against the minister!" She walked closer to the two.
Hermione noticed the way she was staring with hunger-filled eyes at Harry.
Oh great…what the bloody hell are we going to do now?! Hermione thought, trying to think of a way to get out of the proposed act facing them.
Before she could think though, Harry tore out his wand and pointed it at the group, his face set into a cold mask.
She cried out for him to stop but was unable to before he did what she feared would happen.
"Obliviate!" He said calmly, as a great blast of white mist emitted from his wand and hit the whole group, watching in satisfaction as they all fell to the ground. He pocketed his wand quickly and ran from the clearing before they could catch them, clutching Hermione to his chest.
"Harry what in bloody hell were you thinking!?!" She yelled at him as she banged her fists into his chest. He just gave her "the look" and kept running. When they reached the inn, they stopped in horror at what they saw before them, Hermione beginning to hyperventilate as she desperately clutched Harry's chest in fear.
A/N: Ooooo! A Cliffie! YAY ME! :P
A special thanks to my first reviewer Jasmine-Leigh! :D
As you can see, I have updated! Thanks for the encouragement to continue writing!
Oh, and if you haven't noticed I've decided to make this a Harry/Hermione fic :)
Sorry to those who wanted Hermione and Draco to be together, but alas it cannot happen :/
He WILL end up with someone though, I pinky-promiseee!
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