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A Summer Holiday	By : TwistOfLime Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 12021 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Five: The Beach House

After collecting their luggage, Draco found himself waiting outside of the train station with his mother and Hermione for Mrs. Granger to go get the car she had rented for the three weeks. A few minutes later, she pulled up in a white car that to Draco’s displeasure was very small.

His mother discretely cast an undetectable expansion charm on the boot of the car, allowing all the luggage to fit easily inside, and soon Draco found himself in the backseat with only Crookshanks in his traveling container to separate him and Hermione. He fidgeted, very aware of her closeness.

Draco could feel the warmth from her arm on his, where the two of them rested on Crookshanks container. His fingertips were literally itching to touch her and his lips longed to feel hers on them again. Hastily, he took his arm away and looked out the window at the ocean. Once they reached the house, things would be all right. If he avoided her, these feelings would go away.

After a thankfully short car ride, the four pulled into the cottage’s dirt drive and Draco realized that avoiding Hermione was going to be harder than he had thought.

Draco looked in horror at the cottage. How could they call it a cottage? It was a shack; the whole cottage itself was smaller than the Malfoys’ ballroom. At least there were two stories, but he even doubted that there were four bedrooms. He couldn’t help but grin at the thought of sharing a bedroom with the lovely Hermione, but he quickly wiped the grin off his face when he realized that he’d not only referred to her by her first name but also thought of her as lovely. Groaning he walked to the boot of the car to help with the luggage.

“Oh, don’t worry about that yet,” Mrs. Granger called to him from the doorway of the cottage. “Why don't you come and have the tour first so you’ll know where to put your things.” Unlocking the door she stepped inside.

Draco followed his mother up the front stairs into the house. The front door of the cottage led into a very small room. As the screen door banged shut behind him, he found himself crammed into the room with the three women. Hermione was standing to his left, brushing against his arm and sending shocks through his body at each contact.

“Well this is it. Come on in and make yourselves at home,” Mrs. Granger said, ushering the party into a room on the left. Upon entering, Draco quickly decided that he liked this room. The entire back wall facing the ocean was made of glass with sliding doors that lead out to a large, wooden porch. It offered a wonderful view of the stormy, blue ocean crashing onto shores of white sand.

The walls were painted a light yellow and pale blue overstuffed armchairs were next to the bookshelves that lined the left hand wall. To the right was a couch that matched the armchairs. The colours made the room seem cheery and bright. In front of the couch was a large black box that Draco could not imagined was used for. In fact, the shelving that held the black box was covered in contraptions that Draco had never seen before.

Glancing quickly around he also noticed the lack of candles. How exactly did muggles light their houses? He remembered learning something about it in muggles studies, a class that had been made mandatory for all wizards not of muggle heritage. What was that thing called? Lecticeraty? Draco was starting to feel a little uneasy about this whole living with muggles thing. How exactly did you do things without magic?

“This is the living room,” Mrs. Granger said. “This room probably gets used the least, we’re only in here if it’s raining. Usually were outside on the porch. But the television’s in here, with the DVD player and all the movies, feel free to watch whatever you want.”

She then ushered them into the room that was to the right of the stairs. It was a white room, with a light, wood table, set towards the front of the house underneath large bay windows. A marble counter top ran along the entire right side of the room and half of the far side, broken up sporadically with odd looking metal boxes Draco didn’t recognize. In the middle of the room was an island with the same marble counter top. Hanging over it was a black rack holding various copper pots and pans.

“This is the kitchen. Right now there’s no food, but after we go shopping feel free to help yourself. We usually only eat dinner together, breakfast and lunch are sort of a free for all, but sometimes someone will have the motivation to cook a big breakfast,” Mrs. Granger explained. “The door in the corner leads to the downstairs bathroom, which has the washer, dryer and a shower, otherwise we’d all be fighting for the bathroom upstairs.”

“Right, well that’s really it. Hermione why don’t you and Draco bring your things up to your room?” she said turning towards Narcissa. “Come on Cissa, I’ll show you out back.”

Draco turned to Hermione expecting to be on the receiving end of one of her well-known glares, but instead she was staring at the floor, blushing slightly. He couldn’t help but smile a little. Perhaps he should kiss her more often if it got her to shut up. Draco walked past her towards the front door, intentionally brushing up against her and delighting in the ever so small gasp she tried to cover.

Once outside he could hear a very angry sounding Crookshanks still in the back of the car. He went into the back seat and took out the carrier. The cat was possibly the ugliest Draco had ever seen, but it had its charms. He waited, sitting on the boot of the car, for Hermione to come and unlock it.

While attempting to pacify Crookshanks, Draco heard the sound of the screen door banging closed and looked up to see a very defiant Hermione walking towards him.

“Can I let Crookshanks out?” Draco called to her.

“Yeah, and get off the boot so I can open it.”

He jumped off and opened the carrier on the ground. A happy looking cat emerged, giving Draco a grateful nod and sprinting toward the long beach grass growing on the left.

The two pulled their luggage out of the car and hauled it up the stairs into the house.

“You go first,” Draco said, moving out of Hermione’s way. “I don’t know where I’m going.”

Hermione led the way up the stairs to a small hallway with two doors on one side and three on the other. At the very end of the hallway was a large window seat that looked out over the ocean. Draco felt his stomach clench as he remembered his dream.

Hermione entered the first door on the right and motioned towards the first door on the left. “That’s your room,” she said and slammed the door in his face.

Draco took a deep breath to control his temper. He was trying very hard not to fight with Hermione for his mother, but she was certainly not making it easy. He picked up his trunk and pulled it into his room.

It was a nice enough bedroom, very small, but it had everything he would need. It was painted blue and all of the furniture was painted white, though it looked as if it had got into a fight with Crookshanks, and lost.

There were two windows with soft white curtains and a bed in between them. On one side of the room there was a desk and on the other a door which lead to a rather small closet. Two small tables were on each side of the bed with two odd looking things Draco recognized as lumps. Draco let out a sigh of relief, remembering how muggles lit their houses. Perhaps he could manage to live without magic for three weeks. However after five infuriating minutes during which Draco could not get the lumps to turn on, he felt worse then before.

He walked across the hallway and knocked hard on Hermione’s door.

“What do you want?” she asked, barely opening the door.

“How do you get the lumps to work?” Draco asked exasperated.

“The what?”

“The lumps, the things that muggles use for light?”

“Oh, you mean the lamps,” she said smiling. “Use the light switch on the wall by the door.” Draco looked at her with a blank expression. “Come on, I’ll show you,” she sighed walking across the hallway into his room and flicking a small switch near the door that Draco had completely over looked.

“Huh,” he said, turning the lights off and on a few times and looking back at Hermione. “Who would have thought that’s how it works? Is the car boot still open?”

“No, why? Do you have more things?”

“No, I’m going to bring our mothers’ things in.”

“I’ll help you,” she said, looking at Draco a bit surprised. Together they lugged the rest of the trunks up the stairs and into their respective rooms.

“Hermione? Draco?” they heard a voice call and they went downstairs to meet their mothers in the kitchen.

“Thank you for taking our things up,” Mrs. Granger said, smiling. “We bought you both some fish and chips from Mr. Gregory’s stand at the end of the beach. So you can have that for dinner tonight, because there’s no food in the house. Narcissa and I are going into town to pick up some groceries, we’ll be back later this afternoon.”

“Can I come?” Hermione asked, handing her mother the keys.

“No you two stay here and unpack, we’ll be back in a few hours.”

Hermione and Draco went upstairs to their rooms and unpacked their belongings. Outside, the sky was darkening with gathering storm clouds as the ocean violently crashed on the shore. Draco hoped that there wasn’t going to be a major storm because he seriously doubted that the house would still be standing afterwards.

After he was done Draco looked at the pile of homework on the desk and decided to start the particularly nasty essay McGonagall had set them on the practical applications of transubstantial transfiguration. However, after twenty minutes with only his name and the title on the paper, Draco decided to go downstairs and have some dinner. By now the sky was completely black and the rain was coming down in icy sheets, turning the front drive into a large mud puddle.

Hermione’s door was still closed when he went downstairs. Luckily, he now knew how turn on the lights. He took his meal from the counter and searched through the cabinets for a glass, which he filled with water. Taking a seat at the table he watched the lightning fork through the jet black sky.

Suddenly a harsh ringing broke through the silence of the kitchen, coming from something hanging on the wall near his seat. Draco recognized it as a telephone and tentatively picked it up.

“Hello?” he said, rather doubtful that this would work.

“Hello, Draco?” replied the voice of Mrs. Granger.

“Mrs. Granger? I can’t really hear you, you’ll have to talk louder,” he shouted. If he couldn’t hear her, she probably couldn’t hear him.

“Put the phone to your ear, then there will be no need for shouting.”

He complied still doubtful. “Hello?”

“Is that better?”

“Yes, much. Do you want to talk to Hermione?”

“No, I just called to let you two know that your mother and I won’t be able to make it back until tomorrow. The storm’s washed away part of the road. Tell Hermione that there are batteries and torches in the drawer by the sink in the kitchen, in case the power goes out. We’ll see you tomorrow. Bye!”

“Bye,” he replied hanging up the phone.

“Who was that?” Hermione asked appearing in the doorway.

“Your mother,” he answered, relaying the message as Hermione prepared her own dinner. “So, I guess it’s just the two of us,” he said as she took a seat at the table.

“Yeah,” she replied not looking up from her food.

The two sat in an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the chink of utensils and the distant sounds of thunder.

“After you’re finished, could you show me how to use the television?” Draco asked trying to dispel some of the tension.

“Sure,” she replied, smiling a rather forced smile.

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Author’s Note: I’m not thrilled with this chapter, but I couldn’t figure out how to make it any better. Hopefully I’ll make it up with the next one.
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