"Bloody hell, Granger..." Draco said, scanning the room captivatedly.
Hermione laughed. "You're beginning to sound like Ron."
He immediately took on a solemn expression, and mumbled something about 'never saying...Weasel...'
She ignored him. "It did take quite a bit of wandwork, now that you've mentioned it! Let's see...Descendo...Erecto...Evanesco...Tergeo...Scourgify. .."
Draco watched her amusedly. "No, Granger, I was wondering how you could pull all of those things out of that bag over there..." He pointed at said bag.
"Well!" she huffed. "The Undetectable Extension Charm isn't really the most profound charm, I must say..."
"It is to me, when I see someone pull a tent out of that." He furrowed his brows together as if the idea were preposterous.
"I only took it out because I needed to get to the other things! Besides, the other tent was equipped with a wider variety of-"
Draco blinked. "There was another tent in there?!"
Hermione sat on the four-poster bed, which she'd long since repaired, and absentmindedly watched Draco pace around his own makeshift sleeping area, apparently lost in thought. She felt a bit incomplete...derisory to be honest. For the past couple of days they'd been surviving on lone candies in Hermione's beaded bag, and were reduced to regularly casting 'Scourgify' on themselves as a failing replacement for taking a shower.
'How can we continue to live this way?' she thought reproachfully to herself, tearing her eyes away from Draco. 'All we've pretty much been doing is waking up- arguing for a bit, complaining, and then falling back asleep! I'm sure we're safe here, but...it doesn't feel like we're doing anything worth doing...we should at least take out some money for emergencies and food...and maybe then I can convince Draco to help me find Harry and Ron...' She looked up at Draco again, who had ceased his pacing, and was instead staring fixatedly at a wall. 'Might as well give it a shot...'
"Draco." She said, breaking him out of his reverie. He looked up, disconcerted, as she began to relay her thoughts to him. "I think we need to go to Gringotts."
This time, he raised one eyebrow questionably, and waited for her to elaborate. She flushed a bit, clasping her hands in front of her. "Well...I suppose...we need money, don't we? We can't live like this for long..."
His brow shot higher up his forehead, and a dubious smirk began to grace his greying features. "What is it?" she asked exasperatedly. He shrugged. "And how do you suppose we'll get into Gringotts? Don't forget, you're a member of the Trio." He said, pronouncing the last of his sentence bitterly.
She shook her head insufferably. "And you've saved a member of the Trio, however much you attempt to forget it." He threw her a fleeting look. "Perhaps we can disguise ourselves? To get into the Malfoy vault, of course, not mine."
"As who?" Draco asked doubtfully. "The Malfoy vault is guarded more than the Sorceror's Stone." He snorted.
"Well, seeing as Harry, Ron, and I successfully found and recovered the Sorceror's Stone, I suppose that won't be a problem!" she replied, jokingly. "But, no. I believe I packed some Polyjuice Potion in my bag..."
Draco folded his arms impatiently. "As who?" he repeated.
"Your parents." She said hastily, as he opened his mouth to retort. "Look, all we have to do, is take the Polyjuice Potion, take out some gold, and then-"
She stopped at the incredulous look on his face. "How do you expect to get their hairs then, Granger?" Draco challenged, his face now triumphant as hers fell. "What; are we going to Apparate to the Manor, Stupefy my parents, steal their hairs, and then leave the place?" His voice dripped with sarcasm.
Hermione shook her head enthusiastically. "No! But! I remember reading in Moste Potente Potions, that the hair from a wizard or witches' wand can produce the same effect in a Polyjuice Potion! You said you had your mother's wand, am I correct?" She held out her hand for it, demandingly.
He retrieved it from his pocket warily, and then handed it over. "How am I supposed to go with you then?" he asked.
She beamed at her own astuteness. "Simple! I'll just change your appearance with a bit of magic...Let's say that you're a friend of mine...or perhaps, a sibling?"
"In case you hadn't noticed, my mother only has one sister, who coincidentally is the reason why we're here in the first place. So, no." He narrowed his eyes at her, almost disappointed that he couldn't find any flaws in her plan. "When are we supposed to be doing this anyways?" he asked, feeling a pang of guilt as he watched her eyes shift down to the scar on her left arm.
Hermione looked up again, equally thankful for a change of subject. "Why not tomorrow? The sooner the better!" she said brightly.
He looked around the room, as if trying to find someone else that found her idea utterly absurd. "Whatever, Granger."
"It would be nice if you called me Hermione, you know." She said quietly, her cheeks flushing furiously as she refused to meet his eyes.
Draco seemed taken aback. "Excuse me?"
"Well...now that we're facing these circumstances of course...we might as well make an attempt to become friends." She said matter-of-factly.
"And we aren't?" he said cumbersomely.
Hermione looked up at him once more. "I don't know what we are." She confessed.
He smirked. "Well, then, Hermione. Perhaps we can find out." He grabbed her waist softly, pulling her towards him, leaning in as he noticed her breath hitch in her throat. "But not today..." he said, releasing her from his grasp. "Fancy a mint from that dreadful bag of yours?" he added.
She glowered at him, evidently embarrassed. "Sure, why not?" she said calmly, digging pointedly in her bag.
"Thanks, Hermione." He sniggered, disregarding the torrent of curse words she seemed to be muttering under her breath.
Author's Note: Ah, I just love Draco, don't you? Alright, anyways, next chapter is soon, as always...look forward to it, because I'll inform you that some interesting stuff is gonna happen...I suck at author's notes...Er...tell me how you like the story so far; is it dragging a bit, or does it need some more Dramione fluff...I really take your opinions into account...hmmm...dunno what else to say, but Merlin's beard it's pretty late! G'night! (aka time to peruse Pinterest for an hour before I drag myself to bed)