A/N: I do not own anything involving with Harry Potter.
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jenniluz, you asked how long this story was going to be.. I really have no idea. I suppose until I get sick of writing it or can't seem to find anything else to write to it.. I've already come up with another story line.. So I may take time off this one to begin that one.. But who knows, seeing as I have all the free time I need basically I could probably balance out both of them.
Chapter twenty-three: Surprise visit.
The following morning. Hermione woke up and stretched out her arms and legs. She stared at the ceiling, afraid that as soon as she got out of bed and prepared her for the day to come she would only regret it. So she decided not to move, hoping that Draco would forget about her and continue a day without her.
She hated flying. It wasn't that she never took the advantage to learn to do it; She was perfectly capable flying, but she always felt as if there would be something terrible happen to her in the end from it. Harry and Ron always tried to get her to fly with them, when they wanted to just do laps together and she had always refused. Which then they tormented her for it. Still she couldn't bring herself to wanting to go flying, even if it were with Draco. She knew he was going to laugh at her, at least once. Because she never could get up in the air, and if she was having a lucky moment, the landing was what next got her.
She heard the door open and a shadow on the wall that showed someone was entering her room. Then a small chuckle before the smooth voice began to speak.
"Hermione Granger. Wake up this instant!" he said as he walked closer to her. "We have beautiful weather right now! Come on!"
Hermione turned around so her back was facing him and pretending to stay asleep. Draco smirked, as he saw the small smile she had on her face.
"Come on, or I'll carry you out and throw you in the pond!" he said, as he started tickling her. She screamed in surprise and he only continued. "Are you awake?!" she started laughing hysterically.
"Yes, yes!"
he let go of her before he kissed her lightly. "Are you hungry?"
"No, not really."
"Perfect! Get dressed!" he left the room and she groaned. stretching one last time she stood out of bed, her wild hair flying in front of her face. She dressed as slowly as she could, finding her favorite pair of blue jeans and a blue jumper that her mum had bought her last reminded her that she needed to write to her parents.
A knock came at her door. "Draco, hold on!" she said in frustration. she opened the door, Draco was leaning against the wall waiting for her. A sneer look on written on his face. "You really must want to kill me."
"Why would you think that?"
"I don't fly!"
"Of all the things you have done so far in your life time, you are afraid of flying? Oh please." Hermione rolled her eyes, taking his hand as she walked behind him. They walked around the house outside, until they came to the Quidditch pitch. He walked into the broom shed he had near the pitch, and came out with his Nimbus 2001 that his father had bought him when they were at their second year in Hogwarts.
"I'm not flying alone."
"I know that, we're going to fly together. But you will steer."
"I'm going to kill both of us!"
she threw her hands in her face. She really didn't want to get on the broom and she didn't know why he was attempting to force her. With a short budge to herself, she grabbed the broom from Draco.
"You aren't going to kill anyone. I'll be right there with you. It's not as difficult once you get comfortable being in the air. Mount your broom." Hermione stared at him for a moment, before doing what she was told. "Good, now when you are ready you need to kick off the ground as hard as you can to come up."
She wasn't listening and looked up to him under her dark eyelashes. "I'm not going up alone." she said quietly.
He sighed and walked up behind and mounted on the broom with her. He wrapped one of his arms around her body and his other went in front of Hermione on the handle. This was one of the most difficult tasks he had ever had to do.
"Place both of your hands on top of mine." he said in her ear. "Now, before we take off, you need to take a deep breath. I'm right here with you. I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you." she took a deep breath and released it. "Now, when you are ready I need you to kick off the ground hard, keep your hands steady on the broom." with one last deep breath, Hermione as hard as her legs could manage, with instinct Draco pulled the broom handle up and Hermione followed cue with him.
He then let go of the broom handle, pulling his hand away from her death grip. "You are in control now."
"Draco, I don't know what I'm doing!"
"Relax! You should know well enough to steer. When you want to slow down pull the handle up closer to you. When you feel the need that you want to go faster you basically dive. Put yourself closer into the broom." Hermione kept herself steady as she could, with Draco's arms wrapped around her tiny waist. "Hermione, you need to go faster then this. We're hardly going anywhere."
She frowned at him, wanting to smack him in the face.
"Watch for the trees, miss." he said. She could feel the smirk burning through her that he was probably giving her. With a quick smile at him, she leaning forward into the broom, increasing the speed. His grip immediately tightened around her waist.
For once, Hermione enjoyed being up in the air. She felt free. Nothing was too bother her up here and she could see why Harry and always loved to fly as much as he did. The cold breeze hitting her face didn't even bother her. She was having too much fun to care about freezing. Draco hid his face in her back as her hair kept flying and hitting him in the face. Hermione giggled, had forgotten to pull her hair back so that didn't happen.
"Having fun?" he asked whispering in her ear. She nodded, and she began to laugh. Harry and Ron would never believe what she was doing at this moment. But one day, she would prove to them, that she wasn't afraid and she would challenge them. The fact they had always teased her was because they had finally realized that they were better at something compared to her. Now she sat on a broom, completely in control.
"I don't know how to land!" she finally said, after they had flew around the Quidditch pitch and into a clear path that went through the Malfoy's woods.
"It's very simple. But take caution since it's your first time.. You just need to dive yourself toward the ground. Pull the broom handle down. Don't put your entire body forward or we will crash into the ground."
She did so, and slower then she had planned, they reached the ground. Draco immediately jumped off landing onto the grass.
"I can see why you thought it was so frightening. It isn't as fun when you are the one that isn't in control of the broom." he muttered. "Do you want to go flying together? I have another broom." she nodded. Wanting nothing more but to be up in the air again. He disappeared going through his broom shed, coming out with a broom that she recalled Harry having. Another firebolt! At least she knew some of the names to brooms. She would learn eventually.
With not as much thought as she had put into her first time pushing off the ground, Hermione lifted easily off into the sky, following Draco around the pitch. She continued chasing after him as he was still faster then she was. But when he was started to feel guilty, she caught him off guard and nearly knocked him off his broom. She laughed at him for nearly five minutes. Mimicking the face he had just made.
Every afternoon and evening, Hermione and Draco met with Narcissa to have lunch and dinner with her. As the week had progressed, she had opened up more to Hermione. Which Hermione was beginning to love the woman as she was such a charming person. Hermione had never expected her to have thought that, seeing as how she had been in the past. When Hermione came she had thought Narcissa to be someone who followed to be perfect, cruel and cold even. But she was the complete opposite.
Hermione had came to the conclusion, since Draco had explained the reason why he acted how he did in the past was because of his father; perhaps that would explain Narcissa too. She after all was his wife so she had to be a follower of him. Since Lucius Malfoy was no longer around, nothing stopped them from having a civilized conversation with a muggle-born.
Now Hermione was in the at her last full day at the Malfoy Manor. Amazingly, she had been having such a fantastic time spending every second she had with Draco, but she was also very excited to see her friends again. In the afternoon, she was going to the Burrow where the Weasley's and Harry waited for her. She couldn't wait to rub in Harry and Ron's face what she did the second day here. The prove to them that she was a good enough flying on a broom.
After having an early dinner with Narcissa, Hermione and Draco went to his room and sat on his bed. She could clearly see that he was upset and she knew it was because she was leaving tomorrow. He pushed her brown curly hair out of her face, revealing her pale face.
"You should pin your hair up more often. You always hide that pretty face." he said, winking at her.
"You are utterly ridiculous." she said as she reached over to him to kiss him. He pushed her down onto the bed, smiling big as he did so. She blushed, as he traced her jaw line with his thumb.
"You are utterly ridiculous." he said, mocking her. He began to kiss her, when he heard a faint knock on his door. He quickly jumped up, off Hermione and sat near the foot of his bed just as Narcissa walked through the door. She looked completely frantic.
"Draco! Bellatrix!" she said with a gasp.
"What are you talking about?" asked Draco, confused as he jumped out of his bed.
"You need to hide her." she said pointing to Hermione. "Bellatrix... She's here! Hide her! NOW!" she ran out of the room. Draco turned to Hermione, panic was clearly written on his face.
BAH!
