Author's Note- I had a few questions on when this story took place. It is the summer before their seventh year. Both Hermione and Draco are sixteen, going on seventeen. Voldemort is still alive. Though I doubt I will mention him. Anyway enjoy.
Disclaimer- "Hand over the rights J.K." I demanded. "Never," she snarled, "Avada Kedavra." (Don't worry I'll come back as a ghost so I can finish the story. I apparently don't own anything, and died for no reason.)
Chapter 4- Cottage Completed
"Draco, your father and I are going to lunch and then to a party. We will be back late tonight." my mum said. I nodded a curt nod her way in acknowledgment.
I watched as they threw the powder into the fireplace, and disappeared. Quickly, I gathered the spellbooks I had found last night on construction. Without further ado I left to meet Hermoine. Today we were going to begin building.
I strolled across the garden. Taking great strides in my rush in get there.
Hermoine was already in the clearing when I arrived. She was waving her wand around casting spells. The supplies we bought yesterday flew through the air landing in neat, organized piles. Each for separate items.
"What up, Mione?" I called to her.
"Just placing the items in piles. What's in your hands?" she asked.
"A few books on construction. They have spells on making foundation and installing plumbing." I answered.
I passed her a book on foundation, and climb into the nearest tree. She followed behind me.
I don't know if it was only me, or if she noticed too that we were sitting very close together. I could hold her hand. Wrap her in my arms. Smell the sweet scent her hair. I was snapped out of my fantasy when I realized how stupid it was.
Hermoine would never like me for more than a friend. I was lucky that she even liked me that way. Even if she liked me back it could never happen. My father wouldn't allow it. She would always be in danger. She needed to stay a secret. If my father found out I was spending my time with a Mudblood I would be punished beyond belief.
"I found something." Hermoine chimed.
"Great. What is it?" I asked. Careful to avoid her gaze. I blushed harder as she scooted over to show me the passage. I read through it real quick. She beamed.
"This is perfect isn't it?" she asked.
"Yeah, we will only have to cast this spell." I agreed.
"Come on Drake. Help me cast it." I whined grabbing my hand a pulling me out of the tree.
"Gosh Mione, little hyper aren't you?" I chuckled.
Then something dawned on me. She had just nicknamed me.
"Hermoine did you just call me Drake?" I asked with a smile. I was so happy that she was comfortable enough with us being friends that she called me that.
"Um...Yeah, I did. Do you not like that name?" she asked shyly.
"No. No, it's fine. My best mate Blaise calls me Drake." I assured her.
"Cool. Well, let get this started." She said. Again regaining her excitement.
I bobbed my head, and began the spell.
It was a lot more complicated than we assumed it would be. We kept having to refer back to the book for help. After quite sometime we got the dimensions right.
I sat down. Pulling my shirt up to wipe my brow. I looked up, and noticed Hermoine staring.
"Like what you see, Mione?" I teased. She blushed, and looked away.
"I don't blame you. I have a rocking body." I smirked.
"Don't me so full of yourself ferret." she snarled.
"Harsh." I said, pretending to feel hurt.
I broke her mock anger with my puppy dog look, and she began laughing. I joined in with my own deep chuckle.
"We're never going to finish this if we are always laughing." She giggled.
"I know." I laughed.
We got over are fit of laughter, and started with the plumbing charms. I did most of this. She searched threw the book when I had questions on the next part. We got done a lot faster this way. By now it was two o' clock in the afternoon.
"I'm starving." I complained. Sitting down on a tree stump.
"Me too. Do you want to go back to my house real quick to get a snack?" she asked.
"Are your parents home?" I questioned.
"Nope." she answered.
"Then lets go." I replied.
I sat in the kitchen on a stool while she made us sandwiches. Her house was cozy. With warm Earth colors, and soft lighting.
"Here you go." Hermoine said, handing me the food.
I downed the sandwich with a glass of water. She did likewise. I help her to clean up the mess before we left.
Once back at the site of the cottage we started working on the walls. We had the exterior and the interior walls up two hours later.
We finished the roof right as the sun went down. I was exhausted, and so was Hermoine.
"That was fun. I can't wait to do the inside tomorrow." she said.
"Me either. Though, I don't think I could cast another spell, or lift another board tonight." I said.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow Draco." she laughed.
"Yup, see yah." I replied.
I walked back to the manor smiling. Every day was getting better with Hermoine around.
When I got in my parents still weren't back. I check the time, and guessed they wouldn't be back for hours. I climbed the stairs to my room.
I took my shirt off and slumped into bed. I fell asleep think of Hermoine and the cottage.
The next day I slipped out of the house before my father awoke. This time I was there before Hermoine.
While I waited for her to show up I put the wooded railings around the porch. I then hung the ferns in their planters. I decide to leave the porch furniture for Hermoine to arrange.
"Sorry I overslept." Hermoine explained.
"It's okay. I completed the porch while you were gone. Take a look." I said.
I wrapped my hand around her eyes to bloke her view. I then stirred her over to stand in front of the house. The outside was complete. The only thing missing was the fireplace that you would see when we got to building it.
"Wow! This looks amazing." she gasped when I allowed her to see.
"I know now all we need to do is finish the inside." I said.
"Yes." she agreed, running through the front door and into the cottage.
I ran after her. It was fantastic to see the blueprints we had made coming to life.
We made the fireplace first. Placing all the stones by hand before using a spell to plaster them. It was gorgeous when we finished it. I helped Hermoine put the floor to ceiling bookcases in on either side. Once that was done we move onto making the loft.
We work on the kitchen after the loft. It took much longer to complete. I knew nothing about kitchen appliances, so I was of no help whatsoever. Hermoine struggled, but she finally figured it out. I was able to help her put cupboards and counter tops in. The kitchen turned out spectacular.
"Now the bathroom." I said.
The bathroom took longer because we had to paint the walls. We could have just cast a spell, but it was fun to just hang out painting. It was relaxing.
The bathroom was complete three hours later. That meant two coats of paint on both halves of the bathroom. The bottom half was a light tan, as was the ceiling, and the top half of the room was the green moss color I had picked out.
"Time for furnishing." Hermione squealed.
We carried the furniture into the cottage, and began rearranging. In the living room there was a large, tan couch before the fireplace. Two matching armchairs sat on either side. Between the fireplace and the couch was the dragon carved coffee table.
"Watch this." Hermoine said. I did as she said.
Slowly a green blob creep across the floor, forming a rug. I went to touch it. It felt like moss.
"Is this moss?" I asked her.
"Yup. It's a spell I learned from Neville Longbottom. The moss will always stay alive, and never die. It's amazing really." she marveled.
"You'll have to teach me that sometime." I told her.
"Okay." she agreed.
We placed lamps on the side tables, and hung the green curtains over the windows. The living room was now complete.
We furnished the kitchen next. Putting the silverware in the drawers. Hermoine brought in the wooden bar stools and placed them at the island. I arranged the place mats in front of them.
I watched Hermoine struggle to get the lights in the ceiling. Stomping she climbed up on the island. Once she got them in she gave a satisfied nod, and made the mistake of standing up. She bumped her head, and crashed to the ground.
I was quick enough to catch her before her head knock the ground. I held her in my arms a stood up. I walked to the living room to lay her down on the couch.
"Shit. That hurt." she mumbled. I suppressed a laugh.
"Why didn't you just ask me to put the light bulb in? I'm tall enough to reach the ceiling you know." I questioned.
"Yeah I know your like six feet tall." she said.
"Six foot four." I corrected.
"Stop bragging." she said.
"What is the short person angry? How tall are you anyway?" I teased.
"Five foot two." she spat, sitting up. She winced as she did so.
"Here let me help." I said.
I cast a pain reducing spell on her. The one I used every time my father brought out the cane on me.
"Thanks Draco." she said.
I pulled her to her feet. "There now all better. Let finish the house." I said.
We worked on the bathroom next. Hanging the towels up, and laying the rugs on the floor. Hermoine put some shampoo and other products in there as well.
"Last room." she smiled. I smiled back.
The bed was huge and took awhile for us to levitate up to the loft. We got it done though. Hermoine made the bed up while a brought the side tables up. She placed a green lamp on both tables. I put the cedar chest at the foot of the bed.
The cottage was complete. I dragged Hermoine outside so she could arrange the porch furniture. I helped her hang the swing on the left side. She had the two wooden rocking chairs on the opposite side. We put the doormat down. I laid the stepping stones up to the porch.
We took a step back and admired the sweet, little cottage. The stones tracing the bottom half of the outer walls added the perfect touch. The chimney matched as well. All together the cottage looked like a picture in a fairy tell story.
"It's outstanding." I complemented.
"It perfect. It's exactly like the house I always wanted to live in as a little girl. I used to picture myself living in a little cabin like this with a nice, caring husband. I love it. Thank you Draco." she said hugging me.
It was unexpected, but I hugged her back. Breathing in the sweat scent of her hair.
"Your welcome." I said, planting a sweet kiss on her cheek.
She blush furiously. After that we both went home in a bit of a daze. I felt like I was high. I only worried that she would hate me now. Though, she didn't seem angry when she left, just in shock.
I went strait upstairs when I got home. I shrugged my shirt off, and pulled my shorts on. I sunk into the covers, lost in thoughts about Hermoine. Her hair, her laugh, her eyes, her everything. I was falling in love with Granger, and there was noway to stop it.
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