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Despising You	By : Chillkat Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 24289 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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They both sat in the Headmaster’s office on either side of the room avoiding each other’s gaze. In each of their laps sat a new object, a new wand!
All she could remember was tossing her wand away, because it seemed to be getting in her way instead of helping her, then she started to speak in a different language but she never noticed this, all she could see was him. He was changing before her eyes, his long platinum hair stopped whipping chaotically in the air, it just froze, parts were standing straight up or to the side, it was as if someone hit the pause button.
But he didn’t pause he was still changing and chanting in a different language even a different language from what she was chanting. His once stormy eyes were now black, entirely black even the white part of his eyes, and if that wasn’t weird enough they were glowing black if that were possible.
The face that already defined over the summer was becoming grotesque with rage, all towards her. She could see his power building and coming from his body and in her direction, but it never came at her just stopped in the center of them forming something. The very something that he held in his lap now.
He was still dazed by what he saw Granger become it was indescribable never has he seen anything like that nor has he even read anything like that. As soon as she threw her wand down she started to chant something in a foreign language but he couldn’t quite hear her over his own odd chanting.
Slowly and quickly her hair started to change colors, gone was the gold-ish brown but a stark white, her waist length hair turned bone white right before his eyes. While her usually brown eyes were glowing white, but what really hit him was her expression her usual studious face was now wearing a maniacal grin and he swore he heard her give off an insane laugh. The power flowed out of her body and into the center of their duel and formed the very thing she was examining now.
When the two objects completed their formation they slowly glided toward their owners, when both hands touched their new item the storm around them and transformation of each student disappeared. That’s when they were greeted by the two faculty members and sent into the office.
The popping sound alerted both students of the presence of their headmaster and the fluttering of black robes indicated Snape arrived as well. With the snap of white haired wizard’s fingers the chairs they were sitting in slid in front of the desk.
Hermione could not even remember the last time she was this scared, the Headmaster and potions professor were both staring at her with unreadable expressions making her fear intensify by the minute. She didn’t even get a chance to see Harry or Ron before she was apparated to the office with disgusting Malfoy.
“Let us get straight to the point at hand, both of you have just experienced the change in your magical lives, a change that destined to be yours. A change myself and Professor Snape have only read about.” The headmasters face still gave away nothing leaving both students extremely frustrated.
“What kind of change, what the hell happened to us!” Draco growled he was tired of word games he wanted the facts now, but the look from Snape made him bite his tongue.
“As I was saying this has only occurred a handful of times over the centuries if even that many. You both have been experiencing surges of powers throughout the years, either the loss of control, uncontrollable emotions, or the need to use power without your wands.” He watched as recognition settled in both the teens’ eyes. “You miss Granger,” finally his eyes warmed a little as he looked at her “has finally released the locks off your powers and has evolved into a sorceress.”
“A bloody what, she can’t be a…” his voice trailed off at his memory of what he saw.
Her eyes went wide and her heart literally stopped, `no this can’t be` did he not know what a sorceress was! She didn’t even realize she was shaking her head, but the both of the professor’s nods told her she was. They can’t be right, I can’t be a…
“A sorceress is told be a very powerful witch that easily transcends others in knowledge and in skill having no use for a wand or broom. They are said to have the ability of flight at will and complete wandless magic, however since they use no wand, their magic starts to take over making their appearance change drastically and to go slowly insane.”
“And you mister Malfoy,” Snape’s voice sliced through the daze both students were in from Dumbledore’s speech. “You have now evolved into a warlock.” He ignored both their gasp and continued, “warlocks are said to be evil incarnate acting solely on anger and rage. Their black eyes, fangs, claws, wandless magic, and their primal abilities are said to be signs of the devil.”
For the first time in his life, Draco thought he was going to faint.
“However you are both saved from the cryptic fate of what you have become. What is in your hands is a wand, a wand created from your magic and body. Every warlock and sorceress was given the same chance you are given today, to use your wands and take hold of your destiny, however history has not spoken of one doing so, thus leading a life of madness and evil. For both of you to stay in the wizarding world you must take a hold of your wands and never let go, but sadly we have calculated that, that is not enough. The only way to get through tough times unscathed is with teamwork, you two will have to work together from this day forth if you wish to succeed in a normal life.”
“What! Why, why can’t I just use the wand and be done with it and act as if this never happened!” Draco could not believe what they were suggesting.
“Because mister Malfoy do you not think that there was a warlock who thought the very same thing, but obviously he did not make it far. The warlocks of the pass would have surely made it through their rough times if they had someone who could relate and go through it with them, if they both shared a common goal.” The headmasters words were blunt but gently said.
“Headmaster what common goal could Malfoy and I possibly share?” Her future was nowhere near this ingrate’s surely they could see that.
“I believe I can answer you miss Granger,” The potions professor leaned casually along the back wall and fixed his black eyes on hers. “Mister Malfoy and yourself has expressed the interest of living in the wizarding world am I correct?” receiving their nods he continued “as the headmaster said in order for you to live peacefully in this world you will have to work together and so we have decided that you both shall work as independent agents for the ministry of magic using your newly acquired skills, partners per se!”
“The Ministry! I have no desire to work for them!” Draco was beyond outraged, how dare they attempt to control his life. His powers were starting to flare up at an alarming rate, but he couldn’t help it he was just so damn mad, looking down at his hand he was shocked to find his fingernails had grown into talon like claws.
“Oh no I bet you rather work for Voldemort, by all means go ahead the Ministry wouldn’t need someone like the likes of you.” Hermione hissed her insult at him not even aware of his changes, she was just so mad at the turn of events she said the first negative thing that popped in her head.
In the blink of an eye Draco had Hermione’s neck in his grip while he bared his fangs in her face. “Shut your mouth you disgusting mudblood you have no idea what you’re talking about.” His snarl vibrated the room but he didn’t care he was enraged to say the least. Looking at her though, he could smell no fear just sadness as he held her in his grip, from his position standing over her he could clearly see the tears of frustration well up in her eyes; as if she forgot he was holding her and was only thinking of other things. Why wasn’t she retaliating? She was a sorceress, wasn’t she supposed to fight him, dammit he wanted to fight, he damn near needed it.
He looked down at her lap and realized why, she was still holding onto her wand. Shit, his was on the floor where it fell when her lunged at her. So they were right. Letting her go he fell into his seat and snatched up his wand while he cradled his forehead in his hand hiding his frustration.

Snape didn’t even realize he wand was out pointing at Draco! The boy’s reaction scared the hell out of him.
“Please bear with us on these decisions we know that it is hard and that your life is being turned upside down but this is the only way the ministry will let you stay. I know you two will overcome your differences not just because you have to if you wish to succeed, because if you truly ever want to be happy with yourselves you will.” Standing up the headmaster walked around his desk and stood in between the distraught teens.
“Tomorrow you will meet with your training professor, a man that will help you work together and discover the extent of your powers. You will train for however long it takes you to accomplish this goal. You will both go to a specially designed training ground and will work under the influence of a time turner if needed, please do not think of this as punishment only a way to help yourselves succeed. When you return you will use the remaining week as you see fit and then the beginning of school.”
Being dismissed they both left for their towers. Upon arrival her two best mates ambushed her.
“Hermione! Are you okay did that bastard hurt you? You're not being expelled are you? What did Dumbledore say?” Ron’s questions came out like a Gatling gun towards her; while Harry held her in a fierce hug against his person making it difficult to breath much less respond. Untangling herself from Harry’s embrace she plopped down on the couch and told them everything that happened and what was going to happen.
Harry was the first to stop staring at her in disbelief. “A sorceress huh! Well after what we witnessed I can believe it. But what I cannot believe is Dumbledore’s idea for you and Malfoy to actually work as partners from here on out, it's bloody ridiculous.” His clinched fist were itching to plant themselves in that ferret’s face, he would not let him take her away from him.
“Yeah Mione how can that work I mean you would be in duels like that everyday it seems.” Ron didn’t want Hermione anywhere near that git after what he witnessed today much less working with the pompous arse from here on out.
“I have to guys, if I want to stay in the magical society I must work with him. Don’t you think I have thought about that, but what else I can do?” Getting up she walked over to the large bay window and looked out onto the darkening sky. “All I can do now is hope that somehow Malfoy and I can work out some sort of truce, I don’t expect us to get on friendly terms just non-volatile ones. Besides he is going through massive changes as well and if he had half a brain he would try to make things easy as possible.” Turning back to her friends she walked over to them and took their hands in hers. “Please help me through this guys try not fight with Malfoy, please help me make everything go smoothly as possible.”
Her beautiful brown eyes were pleading out to them for their consent, making Harry’s anger towards Malfoy rise to unbelievable levels. But he nodded along with Ron anyways; he would do anything for her.
“So Hermione lets take a look at that new wand, I only got a glimpse of it, all I know is that it is gold.” Smiling at Ron’s attempt to get off any emotional subjects she withdrew her wand from her robes. When she first put it in her pocket she realized she was going to have to make the pocket in her robes, where she usually kept her wand, considerably bigger. Her new wand was actually more like a scepter; it was the length of her elbow to her fingertips. It had a beautiful scroll designs engraved all over it while the entire thing was made out of gold. In the middle of the scepter it tapered for the owner’s hand, she had to admit she would have to get used to holding it like that. At the top of the scepter there was a ruby orb that was most likely the size of a baby’s fist encaged in small gold bars that dipped down at the top giving it an apple like appearance.
“Wow Hermione that thing must be heavy, let me hold it?” Ron’s hand was inches from touching it, but she snatched it back. “What the…”
Standing up she backed away from the couch and towards the dorms. “I’m sorry Ron but I was told I could never part with my wand or I might turn again. So sorry Ron. Goodnight.” Quickly she turned and went upstairs. That night she slept with her wand in her hand.
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All three of the Gryffindors were down in the great hall standing by their luggage, since their weren’t going to be see each other until the beginning of school they got in all their last goodbyes.
After releasing Ron from his hug that caused him to blush, which made no sense to her, she turned to give Harry a hug as well. His embrace literally took her breath away as he crushed her small frame against his powerful one.
“Harry I need to breath…”slowly he released her but he still let his arm hang over her shoulders. Looking into his deep dark eyes she could see a maelstrom of emotions swirling about: anger, sadness, and something she that she couldn’t quite place.
Lifting her hand to his shoulder she rubbed it affectionately, “Don’t worry I will see you in no time.”
“I am sending Hedwig to you,” he leaned closer towards her ear when he caught the gray gaze of a certain Slytherin, “and if you have any problems I want you to let me know and I will be there. I mean it, any problems whatsoever, even if you feel things are getting unbearable or uncomfortable around that git just send me a note and I will be there in a blink of an eye.” Her nose wrinkled slightly as her eyes held her obvious confusion over his words. Why would things get any more uncomfortable than things already were?
“Harry I am never comfortable around him and I am pretty sure he plans on making my life unbearable, but if I do have any other problems I will tell you.” Her innocent words told him she didn’t catch his meaning, `merlin’s beard she was so innocent and pure.` Thinking of it made him glare at the Slytherin even more praying he could read his death-threat-warning thoughts.
As if he did indeed read his mind Malfoy gave him a malicious smirk.
Actually ever since yesterday’s little dueling episode Draco could notice the changes in himself more easily. The mere fact that he could hear Potter’s whispers from across the hall was astounding. He finally understood where all the changes he was recognizing over the summer were coming from. Turning from the ridiculous Gryffindor-farewell scene he sat on his trunk and took out his wand, for the millionth time he examined the object that expelled from his body. The wand, which was actually more like a scepter, was about the length of his forearm. It was made completely out of solid platinum giving it a fair amount of weight, it would have had a smooth surface but the dragon that spiraled around the scepter changed that, giving it texture. The dragon ended at the top where it opened its mouth to sit a small onyx stone about the size of a cherry tomato. The only thing he hated about the wand was the middle where it tapered for the owner’s hand. How the hell was he going to get use to holding it like that?
The doors opened suddenly letting in three people, first was the headmaster to his right was the potions professor and to his left was whom Hermione could only guess was their new training professor.
“Students,” Dumbledore paused waiting for the reluctant Slytherin to join the group that now gathered around him. “I want you to meet Mr. Reinard Plympton, he will be training you and guiding you through your changes. He has graciously come all the way from his home in Italy to teach you, as soon as he heard about you he insisted on being here.” The headmaster smiled warmly at the two students who were standing as far apart from one another as possible.
Draco never took his eyes off the man in question as Dumbledore prattled on. Mr. Plympton was most likely as old as Snape; he had sandy gold hair with streaks of gray running through it braided short and neat at the nape of his neck. Everything about him appeared normal, he wore simple gray robes and black shiny polished boots. However, when your eyes settled on his face it was a different story altogether. He had a long scar that ran from one side of his face towards the other in a diagonal fashion. His eyes were so dark green they looked like the Forbidden forest; they held no usual teacher-eager warmth either just calculating indifference. Great! Dumbledore sacked them with a wacko.
“Hello Mr. Malfoy I presume and Miss Granger.” He never took his eyes off Malfoy, he was just staring at him with and unreadable gaze, making Malfoy’s temper rise by the second. He had to grasp his wand tighter and channel his rage through it to keep from swiping another scar on the old man’s face.
Eyes like a hawk Mr. Plympton noticed everything about Malfoy as if he was reading him like a open book. “Ah I see that you have realized how important your wands are to you,” keeping his eyes on the blonde Slytherin the whole time he continued, “however your scepters are too cumbersome for you to carry around discreetly like that, so your first lesson will be for you to hide them on your body so that they will stay on you but discreetly at all times. As you have guessed by now you speak your own languages casting spells and so forth, which I will explain why later, but for now I want you to concentrate on your magic and your wand. Get in tune with it per se.”
Harry and Ron watched as their friend and foe closed their eyes and concentrated while holding their wands out in their hands. Quicker than expected both of the jewels on top of their wands glowed brightly.
“Now I want you to command your wand to hide itself on your person with only your mind, not with words for you will not always be able to say anything when you call them forth.” Just as he expected their wands disappeared quickly not only showing him that they were great students but they were extremely powerful as well to be able to learn so swiftly.
Harry noticed where the wand went before Ron, he noticed it immediately, around her slender neck was a gold choker and in the middle was the now smaller ruby stone. He was going to comment on a beautiful the necklace looked on her but she turned her back to him facing Malfoy.
Draco could not find where the bloody wand went, but he didn’t want to say anything, the fact that Granger found hers instantly bristled his nerves. When he noticed that his wasn’t on his neck, in his pocket, or even on his clothes his agitation started to rise quickly along with his anger. A deep pulse resonating throughout his body suddenly halted his mind, looking at his hand he found where it came from. On his right middle finger was a platinum ring; the dragon on his wand was now only smaller wrapped around his finger holding it’s black stone. Feeling someone inching closer, he looked down—without moving his body so he would not alert the spy—to see Granger peering at his ring.
Obviously she hadn’t realized he was watching her watch him, looking up to see the teachers attentions focused on each other he casually pulled all his fingers into a fist except for his new ring finger. Her intake of breath was right on cue as she snapped her attention back to her friends. He was just about to allow himself the liberty of a small chuckle when he felt he was being stared at. Two sets of faculty eyes were giving him the “eye of shame” while the new set of faculty eyes were still giving him that cold calculating look. Draco hated that man!
“Come along you two we have a long journey ahead of us.” Mr. Plympton’s voice was crisp and to the point. With their last goodbyes and good lucks from faculty and friends, which were mostly directed toward the Gryffindor, they scooped up their luggage and followed the scarred wizard out of the castle.
“Mr. Plympton may I inquire as to where we are going?” Hermione asked as she spotted a magical carriage ahead of them. The carriage was fairly large and entirely gray, as were the winged horses attached to the front and back of the carriage. She wondered why they needed a carriage and why they could not just apparate.
“Italy.” That was all he offered before he seated himself in the carriage. As he sat gracefully to the back of the carriage he swiftly fanned his robes around him, reminding Hermione of the potions professor. However, his choice of seating left her by Draco; taking a glance at him she realized he noticed their predicament, as well his sneer was hard to miss. Thankfully the seats were spacious enough for her to push herself against the wall allowing plenty of space between herself and the Slytherin.
“Now then,” Reinard saw that the two were as comfortable as they were going to get with each other. “You may be wondering as to why Italy? I have picked this particular location for numerous reasons, but there are only few I deem worthy to actually allow myself to repeat to you two.”
The cold uncaring haughtiness in his voice towards them was impossible to miss. Did he hate what they were? If so, why offer to teach them? Hermione couldn't help her nervousness, the man before her scared her for some reason. The hideous scar running along his face didn’t seem to help her feelings either, every time she glanced at him, his cold eyes and disfigured face chilled her bones.
Different ways of killing the bastard was popping into Draco’s mind. He hated the way the man looked at them, especially him, he could understand snubbing the mudblood but not him. The man downright gave him the “eye of death,” every time he looked at him. He was so mad he could already feel his power surging and his blood racing, dammit the urge to growl was killing him and the Gryffindor’s fear and uncertainty was bothering him. Why could he feel all her strong emotions? Could she feel his? Glancing over at her out of the corner of his eye he saw her giving him a worried glance while scooting further away from him. Bitch, that was a definite yes, hell he didn’t want her reading his emotions.
“The first reason is that my home is in Italy and frankly it would be more convenient for me to teach you if you were close by.” Ignoring the blonde’s low growl he continued, “Secondly there is an area that is secluded enough for you two to train in your magic and still interact as normal wizards.”
Normal, the way he said it made it sound foreign as if it no longer applied to them.
“Miss Granger I believe I was told that you were staying with an disagreeable relative this summer, having to do with inheritance, muggles, and the possibility of you leaving the wizarding world am I correct?” Her solemn yes was all he needed to hear before he continued, “Do you know why it was stressed for you to comeback, having the ministry take care of your parents financial situation?”
“I would assume it has something to do with the fact that I am different now.” Her superior attitude was exactly how Snape described it, Reinard thought.
“Precisely, because I doubt there will ever be a sorceress known to magical society that will ever be able to live amongst muggles, muggleborn or not. Your magic will consume you causing you to have many outburst such as the one you displayed at your aunt’s house,” her face turned a deep scarlet, “however they will be catastrophic if left unchecked.” His tone was deep and filled with the up-most seriousness, not that Hermione ever expected another tone to escape the man’s mouth.
“And you Mr. Malfoy I have heard why you are not at the prestigious Malfoy manor.” His comment was by all rights a crude barb towards Malfoy though the man’s face never changed. However she could not say the same for Malfoy, his eyes were narrowed dangerously towards the man as if challenging him to say more. What were they talking about?
“However, I will let you tell miss Granger the lamentable details when you are more inclined. But it goes without saying that if you were to stay you might have discovered your claws per say embedded in someone’s throat with that firecracker temper of yours.” Mr. Plympton’s eyes never wavered from the gray storms that were now constantly flashing to black pools as the girl next to him silently gasped at his statement.
“You old man have know idea what you are talking about!” Draco’s growl did nothing to ease his anger as the man across from him continued to stare. He hated him, he hated the way he constantly stared at him, the way he talked to him as if he were scum, and the way he spoke of his affairs in front of her. Draco could feel her eyes glancing at him with fear mingled curiosity, he could practically hear her mind wondering if the man’s statement was true or not. Damn him and her.
"We are here.” Both of the students leaned out of their respected windows to find out what here really was.
Rolling green grass lead the eyes directly towards the crystal blue ocean where it steadily crashed below into the rocks at the base of the cliff. Hermione could just imagine herself standing at the grassy edge each day looking out onto the wonderful view.
“No bloody way I am staying in that.” Draco's yelling successfully broke any good mood she happened to gain. Sighing she looked over to his side of the window to find out what could possibly be so bad. A small round brown cobblestone hut like house was the only thing obstructing the view of the forest behind the house. Looking at the extremely small house again she snuck a glance at their new professor, who happened to be looking straight at her.
“Mr. Plympton is this where we are all going to stay?” The little house was cute but there was no way it had more than two bedrooms.
The carriage finally set down near the house letting it's occupants step out and collect their luggage. After their things were collected Mr. Plympton addressed them again as he walked towards the house.
“Welcome to Sardinia Italy home to the Italian magical society, and not all of us shall be staying here Miss Granger only you two,” holding up his hand he effectively stopped both students protest before they started. “Now then let me explain how this is going to work.” he stopped at the door to the house, slowly he took out a large hoop from his pocket holding three large skeleton keys, taking two keys from the ring he handed them to each student.
Taking the remaining key that Hermione assumed was his, he opened the door. With an old squeak and groan the door swung open. Inside was exactly how she imagined it would be, plain and rustic, the first room nearly held the entire house. The kitchen was directly to the right of the door while the living area was to the left. Everything was so dated it was a wonder Draco and his fancy reputation had not passed out yet. Sparing a glance his way she was surprised to see his face incredibly blank, for a minute there she thought he fainted standing up that’s how silent he was.
Thankfully the muscle in his jaw was twitching letting her know two things, he was alive and the grinding of his teeth let her know he was fully aware of the sight before him. Though she couldn't laugh or make fun him for being spoiled this time, this was too much even for her. Every item in the room looked as if it were snatched from the early 1900's. The dining table could only seat two while the chairs and table looked as if they weighed a ton. There was a stove that took wood as well as a giant fireplace in the living area that suggested that that was their only source of real warmth.
“Straight ahead is the bathroom and the two doors beside those are the bedrooms.” Mr. Plympton waved casually in the direction of the three doors towards the back. “As you have probably guessed everything takes wood for energy as well as the water furnace in the bathroom. Wood will be your most precious material during your stay here.”
Walking over to the wooden chair that sat by the fireplace he sat stiffly and accessed the two students before him, before continuing his explanation.
“During your training here you shall be placed on a time turner if I feel that you need more time for practice. Allowing you to spend as much time needed to train, while still being able to return to your school year on time. The village you shall be interacting with is a village of squibs and exiled wizards whose memories have been altered allowing them to live like muggles, just in a contained fashion incase their memories were jogged. Thus allowing it to be possible for the two of you to be here without question or care. Let us just say for the record that the term “odd” is not defined the same way to these people, as it would be compared to a muggle. However, it will not mean that you two can blatantly throw around magic in front of them. I shall warn you only once that if you are caught breaking this rule I will see to it personally that your name will be a mere memory to the wizarding world.”
As he said this Hermione noticed how he fixed Draco with steady glare before continuing. “Now as for your training, every morning I shall meet you outside at nine am sharp I shall instruct you in the use of your powers whereas when I am not with you, both of you shall train yourselves on interacting with muggles, challenges, and most of all each other.”
“Sir how are we to eat, wash our clothing, or anything else all I see are the barest of necessities.” She was trying to be polite, but really their so-called living space was darn near rustic. She knew it would be near impossible for her to live like this for a week but for Malfoy it would be instant death.
“Well miss Granger those are some of the trials and situations that the two of you will have to go through together to figure out.” Stiffly he got up from his chair and walked behind towards the door them causing them to turn and step back further into the room just to look at him properly. “Before I go let me mention that every day you are allowed to use only three spells for your daily needs, so I suggest you use them wisely. There is also some money in the cupboard you are expected to use that wisely as well because there shall not be anymore.” Looking from one student to the other he could tell that their situation was quickly sinking in.
Miss Granger's face was of complete shock while Mr. Malfoy's was set in stone showing complete rage. This training was exactly what these to needed: Miss Granger needed to learn that from now on problems could not be solved on her own while Malfoy needed to learn to be a human being.
“Remember if you two learn to cooperate you shan't be here more than two weeks. Then you will have a normal timed week of vacation before you’re off to school. I shall see you tomorrow”
With that he was gone, both students watched as their new disturbing teacher left them--with each other.
Draco couldn't even respond to the sight of that asshole taking off in the sky or to the fact he would be living in poverty with the queen of all mudbloods for nearly two weeks. Grabbing his stuff he violently yanked them into the first room he saw, which happened to be on the left of the bathroom. He could not fucking believe this, this had to be the worst year of his life. First his horrible summer, his father, the changes in him, and now this.
How in the hell were they to survive with only three spells, hell he used nearly twenty spells in the morning alone just to get ready each day. No house elves, no daily prophet, hell there were no other magical beings except for her. Looking around his new room he found new meaning to the word bare. Against the left wall was a full sized bed, straight ahead was a window that gave him a view of a small field of flowers and the forest beyond. On the right wall was a small dresser, while beside it was a small fireplace. Sitting on the squeaky bed he slowly started to unpack.
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After watching Malfoy's door slam shut, Hermione grabbed her things and carried them to her room. The first thing that caught her eye was the view out the window. Since her bed was right below the window she had to climb on top of the mattress just to get a proper view. It was breathtaking , the beautiful field of yellow and purple flowers against the backdrop of the forest was spectacular. Hopping off the bed she noticed that there was a fireplace on the far right wall, while a small dresser lay against the wall near the doorway.
Putting her things away she quickly left her room and went outside. Walking a bit from the door she walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down at the ocean crashing beneath. What were Mr. Plympton and Dumbledore thinking leaving her alone in the middle of nowhere with Malfoy. So what that they were different from other students now! But they weren't that different, not enough to be left alone together.
Pulling herself from the gorgeous sight she walked around to the side of the house, a few feet from the house stood a small glass building, curious she walked closer to it. Opening the door she walked inside, what she saw took her breath away. It was a magical greenhouse, it was filled with all types of plants growing things that this section of Italy could never grow, apples, pineapples, sugar cane, berries of all kinds, and much more. Earlier she was wondering how they were to eat, now she knew how.
Grabbing the basket by the door she loaded up on everything that was ready for picking. Walking into the house she quickly put away the food in the refrigerator that looked like it was built in the forties. Bored and highly curious she started to look through all the cabinets. In the first one she found mix-matched dishes that looked like yard sale finds, while in the next on she found some surprisingly un-stale oatmeal and a small wooden box.
She never noticed he was staring at her from his doorway. He watched her stand on her toes to reach the small wooden box, carefully and almost delicately her slender hands wrapped around the box bringing it down to the counter. Deftly she unlatched the small metal mechanism holding it shut to reveal it full of lire [Italian money].
“Planning to take all the money for yourself Granger?” She whirled around with the perfectly cliché shocked face he expected of the Gryffindor.
“For your information I was...” The fact that he sneaked up on her so silently in this creaky old house totally unnerved her, most likely more effects of the change within him.
“Save it mudblood, just split it up even and I will take my half.” She gave him a look as if to argue the desired point of the money, but her defeated sigh was the only thing heard while she counted the money. Sliding his half towards him and snatching her own she left without a word.
She couldn't believe that arrogant prick; he basically bullied her into splitting up the money. She was sure that money was so supposed to be used as a team or something, not that she wanted to ever be teamed with that asshole, but she never got a chance to say that to the arse. The way he stared down at her with that cold murderous gleam in his eye was nerve chilling to say the least and she knew arguing wouldn't help. Getting through this was her only goal, and fewer arguments with the Slytherin the better.
Since they were in a magical community she knew the weather could go from sunny to a blizzard in seconds, so stocking up on wood would be imperative. Walking outside she walked around the small house until she found a small woodshed up against the house, however there was no wood, only an axe. There was no way she was going to be able to cut down a decent sized tree and then chop it up into manageable pieces. She already decided what to use one of her three spells on now she figured she found the second one. Walking the edge of the woods she found a decent sized tree. Calling her scepter from around her neck she pointed it towards the tree.
“Verbrijzel en versplinter. (Shatter and splinter)” In an instant the tree exploded into decent sized chunks of wood. Grabbing the satchel she found in the shed she loaded her bag with the wood as well as any twigs lying on the ground on her way back to the house.
Piling the wood by her fireplace she stepped back and looked at her meager pile. “Well this will just have to do.”
Looking over to the bed she started to examine the linen: a thin quilt, rough cotton sheets, and a small pillow. Thankfully she brought a travel pillow and blanket for the plane to the States for her visit to her aunt. Lying her purple pillow and blanket on top of the faded multicolored quilt added a minute amount of warmth to the situation. Calling her scepter forth again she pointed it towards the bed. “Troost in geest. (comfort in mind)”Thankfully she remembered that spell out of a magazine she found, “The Traveling Wizard.” it was in an article about uncomfortable inns and hotels. The spell made her mattress softer and granted an extra thick quilt.
Grabbing some wood and all her toiletries she left her room and entered the bathroom. Thankfully Malfoy was still in his room, leaving her safe to dash in unnoticed. Even though she had no idea why she wanted to be unnoticed, but she really didn't like the idea of Malfoy being anywhere close while she was near or in the restroom. Talk about feeling awkward and vulnerable. After closing the door she pointed her scepter at the flimsy latch.
“Onbetwistbaar. (unassailable)” Now the latch looked exactly like the latch on an airplane, allowing anyone on the outside plainly see it was occupied, however it was an extremely strong lock unlike the one on an airplane.
Feeling a bit more secure, she started the furnace in the corner of the room with her small woodpile allowing her water to be lukewarm.
Draco waited until he heard the water running before he left his room. Taking a quick glance of the door to make sure she didn't step out, he noticed the odd lock she installed.
“Like anyone would want to barge in on her.” But he had to admit it was a sound idea, however anything less from the Gryffindor princess would have been unacceptable.
Earlier he watched with mild curiosity from his bedroom window as she discovered the seemingly enchanted greenhouse and the wood shed. He already knew that the mudblood stocked up on food and some wood for herself, so wood for his own room was all he needed. However hell would have to freeze into a winter resort before he could ever cut wood for the mudblood.
Grabbing the axe he lifted it out of the cutting log it was wedged in. Walking over to the edge of the woods he proceeded to find a suitable tree. After finding a decent sized one that would most likely supply him enough heat for at least a day or two he began to search for the best place to cut it. Picking a spot towards the bottom he pushed up his sleeves and lined up his axe.
Draco figured it would take him awhile before the tree actually fell since he had never cut down a tree in his life. Pulling the axe back towards his head he swung it into a downward arc with all the force he could give it. He expected the axe to lodge itself deeply into the tree with all the force he gave it, however he never expected to make a clean cut all the way through. He watched in complete shock as the tree fell to the ground with a heavy thud. All he could do was stare at the axe in his hands.
She watched from her glass-paneled window as he continued to chop up the tree with unnatural ease. My God if this was just a sample of his powers there was no telling what would happen tomorrow at practice. Quietly she blew out the candle on the dresser and crawled under the sheets, praying that this training trip would pass swiftly.
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