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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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The only thing different about practice the next morning was the fact that they actually got out on time. Granger was still impossibly annoying, always trying to analyze the situation and come up with some sort of plan to get out of it. It was bloody annoying when you had some nutcase throwing forbidden spells your way the entire time.
“Granger! If you get hit by one of those spells one more time, making us start back over again, I will bloody kill you myself.” He snarled at her as they were furiously dodging and blocking the man's attacks.
“Well obviously we are supposed to find a quick and logical way out of this Malfoy, and yet what have we have been doing? Running and dodging for the past ten minutes. So how about you shut your gob and block those damn spells while I think of a plan,” she paused staring at him fiercely, “unless you have a better idea Sherlock!”
She had a point, so far their method of attacks haven’t even fazed the lunatic. But admitting that she was right would be like cosigning his soul to the devil.
“Ok Granger.” He threw her one of is an infamous smirk. “ We will do it your way, but I have got news for you, this better work and not just waste my time or else you will have two wizards trying to kill you!”
She was just about to give him a piece of her mind, before she was bum rushed to the ground. Looking up from her newly appointed position on the ground she saw Draco standing where she used to be standing deflecting a curse.
“You said I block right?” Even though she could only see the back of his head she knew he was laughing at her.
Getting to her feet she mumbled a few colorful words about the Slytherin as she conjured her scepter with her mind. A few yards ahead stood the dower Mr. Plympton. From where she stood behind Malfoy she could see his lips moving, he was conjuring his next spell.
“What are you waiting for? Your wasting time!” Malfoy’s growl interrupted her observations.
“Just shut up for one second will you!” Focusing back on Mr. Plympton she stared as his mouth while glancing at his wand. As if time slowed down she started to see more clearly what spell he was actually saying while noticing the waves of energy and magic roll off the tip of his wand.
“Malfoy you need to focus on his wand, be prepared to send off your largest and strongest defense spell on my mark.”
The stance of the platinum haired wizard widened and steadied as he held out his scepter. “Yeah, yeah this better work Granger or I am letting you get fried.”
She recognized the spell Mr. Plympton was about to release and from what she remembered reading about it; it was a painful blasting spell. It would send its target countless yards away only to be slammed into the ground with excessive force. However, she knew a very simple spell to his elaborate one. While he took the time to conjure and focus the energy for his spell she would already have at least three spells lined up to counter it, but she was sure she only needed one.
Holding her scepter out and steady she stared at their teacher. His eyes shifted from hers to Malfoy’s while his lips chanted the spell.
The magic from Mr. Plympton could be felt in their scepters like a heartbeat, steadily beating faster and faster until it felt as if it would burst. The spell shot from the wand like lightening straight towards them but she was ready.
“Confirmare!” Hermione's voice rang over the field in a deep echo turning the simple spell into a forceful attack.
The instant Malfoy heard her shout he let off his spell, unlike Mr. Plympton's and Granger's his spell was neither extravagant nor simple, it was a Malfoy original. Watching her magic leave her scepter he saw his form around them like a bubble. The blasting spell intended for them merely crackled and fizzled around them as they watched her spell take effect.
Malfoy wasn't quite sure what he was expecting to see when he initially heard her spell, but he never thought it would work, much less this good either.
Letting his neutralizing barrier down he walked over to where Mr. Plympton stood. With his arm still outstretched in the dueling position, Mr. Plympton stood like a statue, locked in one position by a simple petrifying spell. A spell that should have never worked on a wizard of his caliber.
“Congratulations Granger now we can toss him into the ocean below.”
Rolling her eyes she pointed her wand over the man. “You do know he can still see and hear in this state.” Malfoy’s snort was his only reply before she murmured the counter spell over their professor. “ante redire.”
After a small lecture over the safety of choosing the right spells in battle and a few stern looks towards the Slytherin, they were able to enjoy the rest of their day.
Grabbing her bag, house key, and camera she headed back out; today she was determined to go see this village of exiled wizards and squibs. She knew such villages existed but only because she read about them, but the chance to actually go into one was golden. The camera served for two purposes she planned on taking some pictures but she also planned on meeting some curious townspeople. No matter how many weird things they were used to a small-secluded town meant noisy people bound to ask questions. So in order to save herself some grief she decided to play the part of a journalist touring Italy and her camera provided proof to her story.
The pathway through the woods was surprisingly clear, she expected it to be quite overgrown since their cabin appeared to be abandoned.
She was glad to be able to get away from Malfoy even if it was only for a little while, just being near the selfish brat was tearing away at her nerves.
The sunlight filtered through the trees giving her pathway a beautiful green and yellow hue. It was breathtaking it was as if the sight before her was stolen out of a paintng. It didn't take long at all to emerge from the woods to what it seemed to be the outskirts of a town.
Walking slowly towards the main road of the town she noticed quickly that she was going to stand out drastically. The few people she noticed were obviously farmers judging by the work they were currently engaged in and their appearance. While she wore a blue cotton workout suit, the women scurrying to one another were wearing homespun dresses that reached to their ankles with aprons on the front. Out of place could hardly describe it the feeling she was getting, but she couldn’t' and would not turn back. Reaching in her pocket she withdrew a small lip balm tube, a nifty little charm she made herself a few years back. When applied the balm would allow her to speak and understand any language. Putting on her best smile she walked directly towards the group of women that were standing together looking at her. A little boost of confidence went through her as their faces changed with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.
Stopping in front of them she stuck out her hand. “Hello, my name is Hermione Granger I just moved here for the summer with my...partner” She couldn't think of anything else to call the git she lived with, he defiantly was not her friend and any other affiliation was unacceptable.
Her heart did a little flip when they just stared at her hand as if it were covered in excrement of some kind, however thankfully the woman standing in the middle of the group took her hand and gave it a firm pat and shake.
"good day to you child." She had a kind smile but her face told her she worked everyday of her life, her skin was a deep olive just like the rest of the women but hers seemed to be the darkest and most worn. Hermione could easily tell that their rough sun baked skin told the story of their long years of hard farming.
“Do you live in the dark woods?” The youngest looking girl of the impromptu welcoming group was looking towards the woods she just came out of. She had a look of pure fright just looking in the same direction of it. There must be some sort of superstition with the woods that was the only logical conclusion for such an intense fear. Because she distinctly remember Mr. Plympton saying that the whole town was full of squibs and exiled wizards that remembered nothing of their former lives in the wizarding world. So the chance that they saw anything remotely magical would be inane.
" Why yes we are staying through there, is there something I should be aware of?" She hoped she didn't sound too obvious but she had the chance to talk to exiled wizards and get a rare glimpse into their piece of mind about superstitions and their taboo of magic was just to good. There was a big possibility she just might write a book on this, five minutes with these people and she was already uncovering things.
"Oh no miss its just that those woods are not..." a small voice was cut off by the older woman's rough one.
"Now don't you go listening to Agnese she is afraid of almost everything. My name is Bernadette come let us go inside," waving her hand behind her towards the closest house, which looked like every other house in the village as far as she could tell.
"That would be wonderful, thank you." following the ladies inside the house they quickly closed the door on the onlookers impertinent stares.
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He watched the mudblood disappear into the woods after their victorious practice. Thank Merlin he thought, he needed some time alone to sort out his frustrations but with the mudblood there that was impossible. She was always there watching and thinking, spying was more like it probably writing in a diary everything she had to go through so she could tell her precious Potter and Weasel boy. Just the thought of that love struck scarhead made his anger flare.
Stripping off his clothes he stepped into the shower, leaning against the shower wall he let the water pelt him mercilessly, since he cut down an entire tree last night he had more than enough wood to allow him to stand under the hot water all night.
Ever since the night he supposedly escaped his father, his nights were tormented with various images and scenes. He wasn't sure if they were actually scenes from his own stressed out mind or were they from the mind of his delusional father. Running his soapy hands down his body, he couldn't help but be reminded how long overdue he was for a good shag.
Spending the majority of his summer at Hogwarts wasn't something he planned on, resulting in serious withdrawal in the sex department. Since he was kept busy by both Snape and Dumbledore, either it would be various potions Snape needed to get ready for the upcoming year or simple meetings with Dumbledore on information about his father and his contacts.
Stepping out of the shower he dried of his hair first leaving his tall lean form to air dry before grabbing some boxers and some pants. He knew Granger wasn't back yet from where ever she went her peculiar scent wasn't freshly dancing in the air, nor could he hear anyone else in the house beside himself.
Walking out of the now steamy bathroom he walked into his room and dumped his bathing supplies back into his trunk. Walking away he passed by his mirror, stopping he turned to look at the reflection. Storm gray eyes stared back at him, his wet hair was hanging limply in his face and down to his bare shoulders, since wearing a shirt wasn't something he even considered doing after getting out of a hot shower.
However, the image he saw in the mirror wasn't something that was created or inspired by choice. His entire life seemed to be someone else's plan, namely his fathers. Draco's birth was even out of the necessity of an heir, his schooling and upbringing was to ensure obedience and control, even this monster he was now, a warlock, seemed to be somehow his father's doing for his ultimate purpose.
His life was never his own it seemed, clenching his fist he could feel his claws form, drawing blood from his palm. He looked back up into the mirror to see his eyes flash black. From this point on his life was his own, and when his training was through he would kill his father, and leave the ministry. No matter what they say his life would never be linked to that of the ministry and the mud-blood. Combing his fingers through his hair he strolled to the doorway of his room and stopped, since there wasn't anything in the kitchen he could eat, and nothing to do in the living room that left only one option.
Letting his fingers glide swiftly over the doorknob he was satisfied to learn that the mudblood didn't put a hex on her door. Slowly pushing the door open, the Gryffindor's sun filled room slowly exposed itself to him. Even though they virtually had the same room, hers seemed to hold a bit more warmth atmospheric wise, he despised that.
It seemed no matter where that goody two shoes Granger had to go she always seem to make him look like the ogre while all she was doing was innocently trying to spread sunshine. He hated her for it and hated Dumbledore and every other dope for believing that, just because he didn't walk around smiling and laughing to everybody in the school shouldn't put him on Voldemort's side. Without another glance he left the girl's room with the slam of the door.
"I rather sit outside FCC day than snoop through a mudblood's belongings."
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Bernadette was actually much nicer than her appearance let on, she instructed that every other weekend the entire town went to the market and traded various goods, but that during the week the market was closed but the general store was always open and so were people's houses. Hermione learned that anyone was willing to trade anything for anything, if you had eggs and you needed milk that would trade just fine or if you sewed or didn't mind lending a hand with someone's field for a day that was as good as money as well.
However what really excited Hermione was the fact that the local church had a small library that no one ever used and that she would be welcome to borrow some books anytime she needed. She promised herself that tomorrow that would be the first place she visited after practice. Before she left Agnes was kind enough to lend her a basket full of food to tide her over until she came back with items to trade or until she was able to go to the general store.
The trek through the forest at dusk was something she hoped she never had to do again, all the sounds coming from beyond her narrow little path was nerve racking. How come all magical forest had to be this way, she wondered. The magical society couldn't just have a decent forest full of cute magical creatures such as unicorns and fairies, no it had to be filled with horrible creatures kid’s had nightmares about.
Since it was almost complete nightfall the temperature dropped drastically making her walk home very uncomfortable in her light-jogging coat she had crammed in her bag. Clutching her basket she walked quickly through the thicket, thankfully she was in eyesight of the cottage. Taking her key out of her bag that was slung around her body she unlocked the heavy old door. Cold darkness would best describe the state of the cottage when she walked in, the only light in the house seemed to coming from under Draco's door.
"Asshole, he probably has a blazing fire going in his room while I have maybe five logs of wood just for my shower alone." setting the food down on the table she went outside to get for firewood.
"Verbrijzel en versplinter" The anger behind her words actually shattered the entire tree this time instead of just parts of it, now she had plenty of firewood for a couple of days, she could probably even have a good hot breakfast. That made her smile as she gathered up her wood.
"Since that arse didn't have the decency to give her some wood or even leave a candle on for her when she came home, he would just have to suffer the same bland oatmeal for dinner and breakfast."
After putting the wood away she went back to the greenhouse for some more food. Opening her basket she saw that Agnese gave her some milk, cheese, butter, eggs, and a loaf of bread. Since she had some cheese, milk, spices from her own cabinets, and potatoes from the greenhouse she decided to make potato scallops with cheese. As she was preparing her meal she started to remember how her mother used to teach her how to cook and sew when she was growing up.
Everyday during the summer they would cook be extravagant meals together for her father and little brother. Those were her favorite memories together as a family. Waiting for the food to cook she sat down at the kitchen table and flipped idly through her book of "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" by Phyllida Spore, but her mind wasn't really there. She might never get the opportunity to share in family memories like that ever again; even before the big news that she was a sorceress her evil aunt robbed her summer from her. It seemed if she ever wanted to peruse her magical lifestyle family would have to be her sacrifice.
She could feel her powers flare as she gripped the spoon while stirring her food letting it simmered; she wasn't going to give that up, not her family, not for the wizarding world nor Draco Malfoy. She didn't care if he did lose control of his anger if they did not stick together, that was his problem not hers; she would show Mr. Plympton and the headmaster that she would not lose her mind that she had way more control over herself than that.
Feeling better over her resolution she cleaned her dishes and took her food into her room, there she sat on her bed and began to eat food while she made a grocery and supply list. Even though they shouldn't be here too long she still was going to need a few things to survive until the end of the week. More dairy products like Agnese gave her and more candles. She couldn't quite think of it all right now but she was sure she could think of more when it came time. Putting her list in her bag with her camera, she grabbed some clothes and her bathing supplies as well as some wood to take a shower.
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As soon as he heard her step into the shower he went into the kitchen. Shit, everything was already put up. He cursed himself for falling asleep while she was cooking, he could have forced her to give him some.
Damn that bitch, he had a mind to bust through the bathroom door and drag her out and make her cook him something. But two things stopped him from doing so, one he would never make himself look weak by admitting he was starving and two that would be something he bastard father did, and he was nothing like him.
Before he could turn around and go to his room the bathroom door unlocked and started to open, quickly he blew out the candle he brought with him and stepped further into the dark until he knew the light from her candle could not touch him.
Her bare feet patted softly on the floor as her petite figure glided to her room with her things in her hand. Her long hair was wet and hung freely down around her moving softly from her walking and it's wet weight as she walked into her room.
She left her door open for his night eyes to explore her room as she readied for bed. She was totally unaware of his presence outside of her room, but if she were to lift the light at a certain height he was positive his eyes would give off a demonic nocturnal glow.
Her gown was a sheer powder blue that stopped right at her knees, under her breast it was sinched with a matching satin ribbon that gave the entire gown a simple innocent look. Any other male Slytherin would have crept in to her room while her back was turned to pull down her sheets and would have had their way with the Gryffindor princess.
His father would have surely ripped the gown off the little mudblood and would commence to brutally rape and maim her. However, he was different he could and would not be labeled as just another Slytherin and by Merlin he would never be compared to what his father was.
With her covers down she braided her hair, walked towards the door, and softly closed it before blowing out her candle to go to bed.
Walking to his room he conjured up some chicken and pasta, but everyone knew that conjured food tasted like shit.
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