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Awakening	By : Ginzo Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14712 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Again since I lost my previous account I had to make a new one so some replies to the reviewers that posted reviews in the previous posting of the story.

Hey hope sorry if the Ron being an asshole thing really bugs you. I agree with you that in the HP books Ron and Hermione do try to be against Harry when he suggests that he was a death eater. But the reason that they do that is because they believe that he is not capable of such things, well at least Ron did, Hermione being the humanitarian that she is believed more so in his character. And another thing to note would be that if Draco Malfoy was not a slytherin and had he not insulted the Weasleys on the first day of Hogwarts, then perhaps he and Harry would have been good friends. They both are excellent at quidditch, they are both smart, Draco more so then Harry. They are both driven to attain their goals, and plus they are both filthy rich. So in a sense Harry treated Draco as his equal of sorts in school, hence the reason he was the archnemesis until the book moved away from him, but the idea still lurks in the readers’ minds that perhaps if in the book Draco had not turned to the dark but rather to the light then what would it have been like. That is exactly what I want to explore here. And sorry for the whole Ron being an asshole thing again if it really ticks you off, if you like perhaps we can have a point where Ron stops being an asshole and comes around for the better. And for the BDSM portion of the story, the thing is that I just want soft BDSM, as in only slight you know, like blindfolds, or feathers of some such. (Not really experienced in that domain lol, but if one of the readers is and wants to write a scene and send it to me then I honestly don’t mind incorporating it in here. Although I hold the right to change it if I feel that the characters don’t feel like mine lol). Also you wanted Hermione being the master right, I don’t mind doing that, but I will do that once perhaps, after they both feel comfortable you know. I will give a warning in advance prior to the chapter so that people can tell me what sort of kinky stuff they wish to read in the scene lol. And don’t worry Hermione won’t be weak in character by any chance, but you have to agree with me on this that a vulnerable Hermione kinda does seem hot loll. Well Hope, thanks for reviewing, and hopefully you’ll like the way the story turns out as it goes on.

Ms. M, Anon, Paigeey07, thanks :D.

HG4eva, it seems that I come around to this story every year during the first two months and then forget about it for the rest of the year lol, I wish to rectify this situation but let’s see how far my dedication lasts lol, but one thing is for sure and that is that I would like to finish this story as there are a lot of creative ideas in my head that are just begging to leap out lol.

Colao: thanks for the kind words!

Finally the long awaited chapter of a long forgotten story posted here lol, The Trip.

Chapter 5 – The Trip Day 1

Hermione let out a groan as she felt annoyed by the light on her eyelids. It was very bright and very annoying. She grabbed the pillow next to her and put it on top of her head and tried going back to sleep. ‘Damn, why is this light so dang bright’ thought Hermione. She hurled the pillow off of her face in frustration and sat up in her bed with a growl of frustration. The growl turned into a yelp midway when Hermione saw that the time was 8:00 A.M. She was supposed to meet Draco at 9 A.M. Hermione sat there and let a smile form on her face from just saying his name. ‘Time to get moving sleepyhead’, thought Hermione. Hermione quickly went from bed-headed mindset to panic mode. She quickly hopped out of her bed and made a beeline for the washroom.

“Woahhhh”, screamed Hermione in a loud voice. Ginny having heard the loud noise stuck her head into Hermione’s room and scanned the room for her worriedly, when she found Hermione on the floor bruising her back. A bed head Hermione with a grumpy expression on her face sent Ginny into a fit of giggles.

“Mione hun, what are you doing down there?” asked Ginny innocently while trying to contain her mirth. Hermione shot her a nasty look and got up. She stretched her arms above her head and thrust her chest out to work out the kinks in her back. Suffice to say that many boys would have wanted to see that specific scenario, especially as the tank top rode up her stomach and exposed her navel while she stretched. Also, add in the fact that they were matched with low waist pyjamas, and the room would have gotten just got a little too hot for some boys. Although, of course Hermione was as usual unaware of such reactions from the guys.

Hermione shot a dirty look towards Ginny and walked into the bathroom quickly. She set the temperature for water, took out her wand and charmed her daily hygiene products to line themselves up along the shelf of the shower cubicle. She collected her hair in a messy pony tail and went on to brush her teeth. Hermione watched as Ginny picked her way through her room and poked her head into the washroom. Hermione leaned over and spit in the basin. She rinsed her mouth and looked at Ginny through the mirror.

“Gin I need your help” said Hermione frantically. “I am supposed to leave for some Order business at 9:00 today with another Order member and I still haven’t packed. Please, please, please help me out here” pleaded Hermione.

“Don’t worry Mione I’ll help you” chuckled Ginny at a frantic Hermione. “What happened this is not like you to leave things to last minute. And who are you going with?” asked Ginny, even though she knew the answers to these questions. She wanted to see how Hermione would react.

Well to say the least the reaction was worth waiting for. Hermione’s cheeks went slightly red as she blushed to her first question. ‘Well that answers the first question’ thought Ginny while smiling to herself. “Well you know, I was at the library last night and things got a bit weird afterward and I was feeling very drained. So I just came back here and crashed. And well about who I am going with, well don’t worry it is an Order member that everyone trusts so I should be fine. Mind you, could you please pack for three days as I will be back on Tuesday at the earliest” said Hermione while she darted her eyes around in hopes that Ginny would let this one slide. Hermione didn’t know how Ginny would react to her going on this trip with a Malfoy, when it was that specific Malfoy’s father in the past that had almost caused her to lose her very conscious mind.

“It’s alright Mione, you can tell me” said Ginny encouragingly.

Hermione knew that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were on their way to inform Harry and Ron about yesterday evening’s events, but it seemed Ginny didn’t know. Well it was only a matter of time before she found out anyways, and so far Ginny had not betrayed her trust or turned against her in any way. Hermione took a deep breath and looked at Ginny in her eyes and said “I am going with Draco, Ginny.”

Hermione looked at Ginny waiting for an explosion. What she found there instead was not scorn or derision but rather no expression what so ever. Hermione panicked thinking that perhaps Ginny was upset with her and went off into one of her tirades. “You know he is not all that bad Ginny. Also all the order members approve of him. He also apologised to me for the manner in which he had treated me over the years, even for calling me a mudblood. Please Gin, please give him a chance and please don’t hate me for giving him a chance.” The last part was quieter than the other. Ginny walked over to Hermione and gave her a hug.

“Don’t be silly Mione, of course I am not going to hate you because you chose to see something good in someone. And right now is really not the time to be having this conversation. It is already 20 minutes to 9.” Said Ginny with a smile as she stepped back.

Hermione squealed and rushed off into the washroom. She quickly showered and came outside to see that Ginny had two suitcases packed for her.

“Alright Hermione, the first bag has your regular stuff, tank tops, tee shirts and underwear. The second bag has your jeans and a couple of dresses if there is a sort of function that you might need to attend. And all your other necessities are in that little handbag there. I placed an extension charm on it so it holds more than your average hand bag. Also knowing you, I placed a couple of books in there as well” smiled Ginny. “Also I laid out that black sundress for you, as I just got an owl from Malfoy saying that you guys were going to Gringotts first and are spending the afternoon there in Diagon Alley.”

“Thanks Ginny,” said Hermione and crushed Ginny in a one armed hug.

“Enough of this get dressed I’ll get these bags outside for you and wait for you there. I won’t be able to come drop you off at the front of the great hall, as I will have to keep Harry and Ron busy so that they don’t try to do something drastic.”

Hermione nodded at Ginny, while Harry and Ron were like her brothers they could be overprotective to an overwhelming extent. Hermione quickly dried off her hair and put on her clothes. She walked to her dresser and took out a belt to cinch around her waist and placed her wand in there so that it would be easy to access it. Hermione decided that since she already was wearing a dress that she might as well wear her mom’s pearl necklace and earrings that she had got her last Christmas. Hermione picked up the necklace and stared at it in sadness as she knew that at the end of the year she was planning on obliviating her parents memories and send them to Australia. She really didn’t wish for them to be caught up in this horrendous war. Hermione took a deep breath and tamped down on her feelings and tied the necklace around her neck. She put on her right earring and was in the process of putting on the second one in front of the mirror when Ginny walked into her line of vision in the mirror.

“Oh Mione you look absolutely gorgeous,” said Ginny while clapping her hands together with a little smile on her face. “Here let me help you with your hair,” Ginny took out her wand and charmed her hair to look more silky and shiny, they looked a radiant colour of bronze in the sunlight. Ginny then put her hair up in an elegant knot and stood back to admire Hermione. “Oh Hermione you look lovely, Malfoy’s not gonna know what hit him” Smiled Ginny.

Hermione blushed at Ginny’s words and with a smile said “Oh hush Ginny. Come on lets hurry up I have to run or else I won’t make it in time” squealed Hermione.

“Alright already, let’s go, I already checked the common room, harry and my brother aren’t there. Here I will help you with you baggage, Locomotor suitcases” Said Ginny with a flick of her wand as the bags lifted themselves up and followed Ginny outside her room.

Hermione checked herself in the mirror again and spread her hands over her dress to smooth the creases that it had formed. Her hand brushed across the design on her right hip, it was a blue butterfly. ‘How ironic,’ thought Hermione ‘those butterflies are not going to remain on just her dress once she see’s Draco’. Hermione quickly shook her head and followed Ginny out to the common room. She quickly scanned her surroundings for Harry and Ron and then quickly made her way to the portrait of the fat lady. As soon as she walked out the common room she saw Ginny waiting for her there and they started to descend the shifting staircases. Hermione often wondered that it would be more efficient to just have an elevator instead of all these moving staircases. It took Hermione and Ginny 5 minutes to get to the first floor and they started moving towards the great hall. Since it was a Saturday not many people were up and about, probably choosing to sleep in. Although some were around and they did stare at Hermione as she made her way through. Hermione turned the corner to see Draco stand there in a white shirt with a tie and a blue west on with matching colour pants. If Hermione didn’t know any better, the shirt was probably Prada. ‘Typical’ thought Hermione with a smile. She made her way forward when she saw that the blonde had noticed her. As Hermione was making her way towards Draco, she was stopped by a 2^nd year from Slytherin.

“Ohhh look here it’s the Mudblood and the blood-traitor. What’s the matter mudblood think that if you put on a decent dress that you would look pretty. You dirty blooded woman would look nothing more than a whore and even a cheap one at that no matter what you wear” spat the 2^nd year.

Before Hermione can do or say anything, the little kid yelped and writhed in pain where he was standing while his two friends stared on at him with shocked glances. Even Hermione was shocked and didn’t know what was happening, she turned to Ginny but saw that her face was mirroring the same expression as hers. She turned her head around to see Draco standing there with a cold look on his face and his wand extended in the little boy’s direction. Draco started to take slow and languid steps towards them with his wand still pointing at the boy. He kept on sending the stinging hex at the boy with each step he took towards different part of his body. By now quite a few people had gathered around the scene due to the little boy’s shouts and whimpers. Everyone looked on amazed as Draco finally drew level with the boy and stared down at him with cold grey eyes that seemed strained by keeping the stirring storm within them at bay. Draco leaned a little and stopped hexing the boy and asked him “What’s your name?” in a cold voice that left no room for arguments.

The boy regained some of his haughtiness and looked at Draco with anger before he said “Its Mike Niada Malfoy! And How dare you who is beneath me hex me. Father will hear about this and have you seem to forgotten that you have lost your standing with the Dark Lord after the royal screw up that your father committed last year. Don’t act all high and mighty Malfoy, your family’s days are numbered at best!” Spat the boy with a vehement tone.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something but before she could Draco was standing upright again and had his hands on the boy’s collar. He gave a little shove and the boy was hanging in the air by a foot. Draco looked at him and hissed out “Watch your tone with me you little brat, remember that you are talking to a Malfoy and know your position fool. I care not as to where I stand with the Dark Lord as I have seen fit to not follow in my father’s footsteps and I am going to bury him in the goddamn ground if the Dark Lord, no wait I meant if Voldemort so much as looked at me in the wrong manner.” By this point the boy’s face had started to change its colour. “From this point onwards I am going to dedicate my life towards bringing down that snake eyed bastard. My name is Draco Abraxas Malfoy and I am the descendant of an ancient house, I refuse to bow down to half blooded maniac.” The boy’s face had turned even more pale by this point and it was starting to get tinted by green as well. “You will talk to me with respect and as of yet you do not have a right to say my name, when you refer to me, you may refer to me as Sir, is that clear Niada?”

Mike Niada swallowed and looked at the fury that those eyes held. He tried to get him to loosen his hands around his throat as he was slightly feeling the effects of having the oxygen being cut for a prolonged time. He was already seeing black spots in parts of his vision. He didn’t know if it was due to the choke hold that Malfoy had on him or due to the fact that he had just renounced the Dark Lord in public. Niada quickly nodded his head and said “Yes Sir”.

Hermione watched on as Draco let go of him. He went on to slap his shoulders lightly as if he was cleaning up some imaginary lint on Niada’s robes. He fixed his collar while saying “Well now that wasn’t too hard now was it Niada. Also from this point on if I am to hear any derogatory terms out of your mouth regarding blood status, then suffice to say that I won’t be pleased, the first time I will hex you so that you won’t be able to talk for a week the next time for three weeks and after for a month.” At this point Draco leaned in and whispered into his ears “and if you keep trying my patience continuously, you won’t be able to say a word at all, ever. Because you see dead men are incapable of talking, it’s quite funny actually you know.” Draco leaned back to see that Niada’s face was turning between white and green at an alarming rate. Draco patted his robes one last time and leaned away from him and took a step back.

Hermione watched on as Draco was whispering something to Niada, she couldn’t quite make out what was being said. Only that when Draco stepped away from Niada after fixing his tie he looked as if he had seen the devil incarnate in front of him. Niada swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and he looked at Draco one last time before looking at me. He looked around once and then he came back to me and he took a deep breath and stared at his toes as he shifted from foot to foot and said “Sorry”. Hermione blinked as she was shocked by the sudden change that had come over the boy. She wondered what had happened that caused for him to apologise to her. She was still wondering what Draco could have possibly said to him that caused for him to act as such when she realized that the boy and his two cronies had scampered off. By this time they had quite a few onlookers around them. Hermione looked around and then finally at Draco. He took a deep breath to settle himself and then stared at her right in the eyes. Grey eyes met cinnamon coloured eyes.

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Grey eyes met cinnamon coloured eyes. Draco looked at Hermione and to say that he wasn’t shocked by her appearance was like saying that Draco was gay and he would be getting married to the Weasel of all the people. The image made Draco cringe internally. He was aware of the ring of onlookers that had gathered and were waiting for what would happen next. He had already proven to be disloyal to Voldemort in Public, thought Draco. He would have to move quickly and get to Gringotts Wizarding Bank to set his plan into motion. Draco quickly moved to where Hermione was and gave her a smile. He was still quite shocked at seeing Hermione in a black sundress she looked absolutely fantastic and ravishing added his mind.

“Morning Hermione, aside from the scene that just occurred how has your morning been so far?” asked Draco with a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“It hasn’t been all that eventful, although I did need to have Ginny help me pack my stuff, where’s your luggage by the way?” asked Hermione in a confused manner.

“Packed, shrunk and in my vest pocket” said Draco as he patted his right vest pocket.

“Malfoy I know you are going to hear this a lot as the days go on so I thought that I might as well be the one to get the ball rolling” said Ginny with a slight smile on her face. “If you so much as hurt a hair on Hermione or if something happens to her while she is with you, then you are going to be at the receiving end of a very nasty bat-bogey hex. Am I clear?” Ginny raised her eyebrow and by this time her mouth was no longer fighting to keep the smile off of her face.

“Don’t worry Red, I will be sure to keep her safe,” said Draco, as all of a sudden a smirk came on to his face “I will take extra measure to make sure that she is looked after...” Draco paused here “properly on this trip.”

Draco smiled to himself as his theatrics had just caused Hermione to blush a little when she understood the double meaning of his words. Red just smiled away and said “Ahhh true true Malfoy, just be sure that you are safe during your trip” added Ginny with a wink towards him.

By this time Hermione was blushing and looking anywhere but at him or Red. She took a deep breath and he thought that she was mentally berating herself to get this flustered. “I- I think it’s time we uh go now Draco.” She turned to Ginny and added in an undertone that he thought he wasn’t supposed to hear “Shut up Ginny, it’s nothing like that” whispered a very flustered Hermione.

Ginny giggle and whispered back “Hmm well true but he’s kinda hot you know, you should totally go for it.” At this she looked at Draco and winked at him again with another saucy grin.

Draco smirked and said “If you two are done talking about my looks I believe it is time we set off Hermione.” Hermione turned even a shade redder if it was possible. She quickly nodded as Draco took out his wand and swished it at her handbags. They shrunk themselves and he levitated them into his pocket. Draco smirked and offered the crook of his elbow to Hermione, “Well then shall we my lady” said Draco while trying really hard to not laugh.

Ginny looked at Draco’s antics and started laughing right away. “Bye Hermione!” giggle Ginny and hugger her and set off towards the great hall. Draco watched as Hermione put her hand through the crook of his elbow while blushing and started walking before. She was probably extremely embarrassed at that point by Draco’s playing around. Draco silently laughed to himself and lengthened his strides so that it wouldn’t look as if Hermione was trying to drag him along. As Draco and Hermione walked arm in arm towards the main doors, the spectators around them made way for them while moving back and most of them had their mouths open at watching him walk through the doors with a muggle born and specifically THE muggle born Granger.

“You know I wanted to keep our leaving today a secret as I didn’t want to incite Ron and Harry’s anger because you know that they are not going to be happy about this” frowned Hermione.

“Yes I know they wouldn’t be and at the moment it is precisely my silver lining for joining the order. Well that and of course having a beautiful witch on my arm while we stroll through the grounds” smirked Draco.

Hermione blushed a little and then smiled. She looked up to see that they were heading towards the quidditch pitch and frowned. Maybe the portkey was there or something thought Hermione. “Although you know Draco, you didn’t have to defend me in there, I could have very well handled that myself without your help, and it would have also helped to keep Harry and Ron’s temper down because then I would have been able to tell them about this trip myself, but now they are going to hear about it from the rumours that are probably going around the great hall right now” said Hermione.

“First off Hermione, I could care less what Potter and the weasel thought and secondly I know that you are capable of defending yourself, merlin I have a little scar on my nose from the third year to prove that,” smirked Draco as at this point he saw Hermione get all flustered. It really was cute when she was embarrassed, thought Draco, maybe it would be fun to incite such reactions more often from now. Of course his mind had eloquently plotted much more carnal methods of eliciting such responses but Draco tamped them down lest they start to make it difficult for him to walk in his trousers. “But that aside, I needed to teach Niada something today. I had to instil the fact into his brain that I am the person that commands power in my house and that the most powerful person in the house had decided to go against Voldemort. While it might seem like a very gryffindorish decision it isn’t. I have thought about this several times in my head, the fact of the matter is that many of the Slytherin’s, be it from the first year or the seventh year, they look up to me. I am somewhat like the unofficial leader in my house and they all expected me to walk into my father’s footsteps and join Voldemort, but if I were to defy him, then think just for a moment, maybe not all but perhaps some of them might be persuaded in not joining Voldemort and for thinking for themselves. I know that I have literally stuck my head in the pit of snakes but it was a necessity. And while I may fight the war against Voldemort, and should we win but are incapable of filling the bridges between the different blood statuses, then what was the point of winning the war. This war is not fought between purebloods and those who are not purebloods but rather between a maniacal villain and those who oppose his hideous acts. If we leave even a small ridge between the purebloods and the rest open at the moment, then in the future that ridge might turn into a fissure and give rise to another Voldemort from its depths.” Here Draco took a deep breath and let it out. He watched as his breath fogged a little due to the morning’s cold temperature. He wandlessly cast a warming charm around himself and Hermione.

Draco could see that Hermione was deep in thought about what he had just said, he let her be as they slowly made their way towards the quidditch pitch. Draco led her towards the slytherin lockers and told her to wait a couple of minutes as he snuck in to the locker room. He quickly went in and took out his broom as they would need it to get to Hogsmeade Village. He walked out to see that Hermione stood there with her arms folded around her waist and rubbing her hands a little as she frowned while looking from the locker room entrance then towards the pitch. He walked out with the broom held in his right hand parallel to the ground. Hermione saw him walking towards her. She looked at him and then to the broom and then back again when comprehension dawned on her face and he saw the look of utter terror come over her face before she squashed it down to just that of uneasiness.

“umm Draco, what are you doing with that broom?” asked a very nervous Hermione.

“Well Hermione, we are going to take this broom and fly over the gates as opening them would cause for the wards to come down temporarily,” said Draco.

“No Draco we can open the doors for a couple of minutes, there is no harm in that right” asked Hermione nervously.

“Yes there is because opening the gates would lower the wards and it would take roughly 10 minutes to set them back up again and during that time Hogwarts is susceptible to attack from outside. What’s wrong, don’t like the idea of riding a broom with me Granger?” asked Draco with a slight smile on his face to let her know that he was just teasing.

Hermione turned a little red at the connotation or perhaps that was just Draco’s imagination as she opened her mouse several times before taking a deep breath and blurting out “Iamafraidtofly.”

“Sorry?”

“I said that I am afraid to f – f - fly” stammered Hermione.

“Would you mind if I asked why it is that you are afraid to fly Hermione?” asked Draco politely.

“I don’t know, it isn’t natural to fly on a stick of broom, I mean there are no safety latchings or any such to keep you in place while you fly, what if you were to fly off of the broom midflight. And then what would happen if the charms on the broomstick were to malfunction, ohh there are just too many things that could go wrong. Please Draco I don’t want to ride a broomstick” said Hermione, getting teary and slightly hysterical towards the end. (A/N don’t wanna ride broomstick *snickers* loll)

Draco looked at Hermione and then he did something extremely uncharacteristic of himself. He went forward and hugged Hermione. Hermione was so shocked that she just stood there. Draco leaned his head down towards her shoulders to whisper in her ear. He caught her scent from her neck by mistake and he had to struggle with himself to hold back his groan ‘My god Hermione smells great,’ thought Draco ‘this smells like vanilla, god vanilla’s going to be my favourite flavour from now on. Oh shit! Down boy Down!’ yelled Draco mentally while sneaking a look towards his trousers. Draco took a deep breath and realized his mistake when he felt a sudden shiver go down his spine. He looked out towards the field and then whispered in Hermione’s ear “Trust me Hermione,” said Draco, but he felt her shake her head in his chest. “Trust me on this Hermione I won’t let you fall, I know you are scared and I know that this isn’t easy for you, but trust me when I say that I will not let any harm come to you.” Draco felt Hermione shivering against him, but she didn’t shake her head. He pulled back a little and could see from his peripheral that she was chewing on her bottom lip. Before his mind can start thinking up any extra images he leaned into her ear and said, “Oh come on Granger where’s the famous Gryffindor courage, what use is it when it decides to run away at a time when its needed the most” chuckled Draco. He felt her stiffen in his arms, well now that he had managed to make her angry he said “Go on Granger you can back off, I won’t tease you much about running away, maybe only for a few decades or so but that’s about it. I shall make you gifts on your birthdays where you are reminded of how you decided to run away from riding a broom and that too from the best flier in the whole Hogwarts Academy.” Draco felt himself smile as with each passing word he felt her stiffen under him and he wondered what she would do when all of a sudden he felt a light punch that was strong enough to drive some of the air in his lungs out.

“Let’s do it Malfoy, and Oh just a clarification, I didn’t turn tail because the flier was the best but rather because the flier was second rate as the best is my friend Harry Potter. You know that guy that manages to win the Quidditch cup every year, yeah it’s him, I am sure you have heard of him by now Mr. Malfoy” said Hermione.

Draco smirked at her words and to show his slight displeasure at naming potter best, he quickly climbed the broomstick and grabbed her by the waist. He heard Hermione yelp as she was forced to sit on the broom sideways with her shoulder in his chest. She quickly put her arms around his midriff and before she can change her mind, Draco kicked off from the feet.

“Oh merlin merlin merlin why am I doing this” moaned Hermione as she tightened her arms around Draco as the broomstick sped up and started to head towards the edge of the Hogwarts grounds. Draco chuckled to himself as he used his left hand to keep it around her waist and the right to keep them steady on the broom. He was riding on his new firebolt, Potter had one since the third year but Draco hadn’t bothered getting one for himself till the end of fifth year.

“You can look down you know, I am holding you by your waist, and we are going at a very slow pace. You will be alright, trust me Hermione, open your eyes” said Draco quietly in Hermione’s ear. He felt Hermione tighten her hands around him even more (if it were possible) and then he heard her gasp.

Hermione had just opened her eyes to see perhaps one of the most beautiful scenario ever. But before she can take it all in they were already descending, Hermione looked down as she saw the ground looming up towards her at a very quick rate. She squealed and closed her eyes shut as she clung even more strongly to Draco. Draco chuckled to himself he felt Hermione’s antics, he would have to make sure and take her for flying more often.

They both got off the broomstick and Hermione took a couple of steps to realign herself with the earth. Draco had the impression that if he wasn’t there She might as well have plopped herself down on the floor and rooted her hands through it so that no one can yank her off of the earth again. Draco chuckled to himself again as he went up and took a hold of her hand. Hermione looked up in a surprise manner at Draco and slightly creased her brow in thought. “Well ready to side apparate with me to diagon alley Hermione?” asked Draco.

But before she could answer, Draco had already cast the charm and the next thing both of them knew was the weird feeling of apparition where it felt as if all your insides are being pushed in and packaged. Draco and Hermione landed at the edge of Diagon alley, just on the inside of the wall that lead towards the Leaky Cauldron and then off to Muggle London. Draco again offered her his arm and Hermione looked around nervously until she saw that Draco was dead set on not caring what anyone else thought.

“Lead by example right Draco,” smiled Hermione.

“Precisely.”

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And that’s it for this chapter guys, it’s the new one the rest have already been posted before and were reposted due to me losing my account password lol. Anyways I will try to update as quickly as possible. Btw I noticed one thing while writing this chapter, it seems as if I feel that my plot is very slow at moving and the fact that there is too much development being done, is it just me that is feeling this as I am writing it, or are the readers feeling it as well. Well do let me know, negative or positive feedback, it’s the best way for a writer to mature and write things in a manner where the audience would be pleased. Anyways have fun guys, I am going to head to bed now.
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