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Five Days	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Day Two: Night
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It was still raining.
Hermione's teeth chattered as she burrowed her face harder into Draco's neck. He bent his own head over the top of hers, shielding her from the bulk of the persistent, icy drops.
"C-can-can we d-do…the warm-warming charm n-now?" Draco gritted out through his own clacking teeth.
"Soo-soon," came her muffled reply. "We-we should w-w-wait un-until it's comple-completely d-d-dark."
"S-s-so-so c-cold," Draco stuttered out miserably. "P-p-pl-please-please…G-granger."
Hermione didn't even bother trying to argue as she simply smushed her cheek to his. It took three tries before they successfully managed to speak the spell clearly enough through their blue lips for it to work.
The heat from their casting hung around them, but they both continued to trembled and shiver against each other in silence, their cheeks still pressed firmly together as the darkness of night snuffed out all remaining light.
"I've never…been so cold…in my entire life," Draco said hoarsely when they'd finally absorbed enough warmth to stop shaking. Hermione slid her face down his neck to rest her head on his shoulder again.
"I have," she said quietly. Draco waited for her to elaborate, but she remained silent.
"Gods, this sucks," he grumbled after a few minutes, shaking the rain from his face.
"Dreadfully," she agreed. "But at least we won't have to deal with the bats tonight."
Draco's perplexed expression was hidden by the darkness. "Why not?"
Hermione licked at the water trickling over her lips. "The rain…it disrupts their echolocation. They won't come out in this."
"I would have preferred the bats over this," Draco commented as he lifted his knees to circulate his blood. He grunted with the effort and then let his legs hang limp with a wince. "My trousers are so wet they feel like they're chafing my skin off every time I move."
"They probably are," Hermione said quietly.
Draco groaned and let his head fall to her shoulder. "This is fucking absurd. Of all the ways to die…"
"There are worse ways."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" he retorted.
Hermione didn't bother responding and Draco simply settled his cheek against her soggy shoulder with a huff.
"It's your turn to sleep," Hermione said then. "Shall I start counting?"
Draco shook his head lightly against her. "Don't bother. I won't be sleeping... You want my turn?"
Hermione also shook her head. "I'm too tired to sleep," she said. Draco gave a fatigued chuckle.
"Yeah," was all he said.
They hung there in the total blackness with only the muted sounds of the pelting rain, the subtle movement of soaked clothing, and Draco's increasingly strained breathing to break the silence between them.
"Are you alright?" Hermione finally asked him after she felt his chest shudder for the tenth time.
"What a stupid question," he muttered.
Hermione lifted her head. "You're breathing funny," she noted.
Draco took in a deliberately steady breath. "There's nothing wrong with my breathing," he replied. "I'm merely trying to focus on it."
Hermione furrowed her brows in his direction in the dark. "Why?"
A weary sigh answered her as Draco lifted his head. "Pain management," he said. "My arm is killing me."
"Is the breathing helping?"
"No."
Hermione carefully rested her head back against the wall. "Would you like to talk to keep your mind occupied?" she offered sincerely.
Draco hummed. "About what? Trivia? I'm not sure I can take much more."
"It doesn't have to be trivia," she replied casually. "We could talk about anything. We could play a game."
"A game?" he sniffed sarcastically. "A rousing round of chess? Exploding Snap, perhaps?"
Hermione laughed. "We could do 'Would You Rather'…if you'd rather," she said.
Draco hesitated. "That sounds like an invitation into dangerous territory."
"Yes, perhaps you're right," she agreed. "I imagine you'd just end up asking me obnoxiously crude questions like, say…would I rather have sex with a troll or a centaur or something."
Draco laughed. "I'd never ask such a ridiculous question," he said surely. "Not when the answer is so obviously troll."
Hermione made a disgruntled noise of objection. "What!? Why would you say that?"
"You dated Weasley," he said as if that were explanation enough.
She spluttered incoherently in indignation and Draco laughed again. "Damn," he sighed, "I'd forgotten how much fun it is to rile you. I wish I could see your face right now."
Hermione huffed. "You know what," she said haughtily, "I rescind my offer to distract you. In fact… How's that arm feeling exactly? Aching? Burning? Does the pain come in bursts or remain constant?"
"Well, look at you," he replied proudly, "still knows how to fight dirty. I like it, Granger."
"I do not fight dirty," she said petulantly.
Draco snorted.
"Insufferable," Hermione said.
"Yes," he agreed readily, "and I'm all yours for eternity. So, how shall we get to know one another better, hmm?"
"I already made a suggestion," she said.
"So…?"
"So, you can distract yourself since you didn't like my idea."
Hermione was quiet then and Draco wriggled himself obnoxiously against her.
"Ugh, stop it," she snapped.
"I'm distracting myself since you won't. This is fun." He ground his hips into her.
She growled irritably at him. "Fine. Pick a game and I'll play it with you. Just stop moving!"
Draco hummed victoriously before answering. "I think I'd like to play 'Two Truths, One Lie'."
"That sounds more dangerous than the 'Would You Rather' option," Hermione opined.
"It's just you and me forever, Granger," he replied. "No one'll ever know our truths but us."
"No one but us," she echoed hopelessly. She was quiet a moment and then, "Okay, fine. Tell me two truths and one lie, Malfoy."
Draco shut his eyes against the dark and the rain as he began the game. "Two truths and one lie: I can draw; I own an island; I can touch my tongue to my nose."
"Oh, god," Hermione cringed, "you only chose this game so you could brag about yourself, didn't you?"
"Is being able to touch my tongue to my nose a braggable trait?" he asked suggestively.
Hermione ignored the question. "So, then you don't own an island."
Draco tilted his head. "How do you know the drawing one isn't the lie?"
"Well, I've seen you draw, so I know that's true," she replied at once.
"When have you seen me draw?" Draco questioned with genuine surprise.
"Fifth year," she said, "I doubt you remember, but…in Care of Magical Creatures we had to draw bowtruckles one class. I caught a glimpse of yours and it was so realistic. I still remember how jealous it made me. Mine just looked like a stick."
Draco smiled in her direction. "I do remember that, actually. I was so excited that I was going to get to show off my skills. It's satisfying to learn all these years later that my artistry was able to spur jealousy."
Hermione merely laughed.
"So," said Draco, "you guessed correctly. I, regrettably, did not yet get around to purchasing an island."
Hermione huffed a little but sounded rather more amused than anything and Draco went on. "Your turn. Give me two truths and a lie, Granger."
Hermione thought for a moment. "Okay, well…Let's see…I've never had Firewhiskey. I'm allergic to cats. I've helped Viktor Krum shave his legs."
"Jesus," Draco awed.
"What?"
"Why in the hell did you shave Krum's legs?"
"How do you know that's not the lie?"
Draco snorted. "Because you're definitely not the Firewhiskey type and I know you're not allergic to cats. You used to nuzzle that orange monstrosity of a familiar in the halls back in the day."
"Crookshanks wasn't a monstrosity," she pouted. "He was beautiful."
"Either way, he was a damn cat. Now, make with the kinky shit on Krum."
Hermione's jaw fell open. "It wasn't kinky," she asserted. "He said it made him more aerodynamic for his Seeking and what not."
Draco howled a laugh that echoed eerily with the rain patter. "He wears trousers during games!" he reminded her merrily. "How exactly did hairless legs make him aerodynamic!?"
"It wasn't sexual!" she snapped at him. He merely continued to chuckle.
"Whatever you need to tell yourself," he said.
Hermione harrumphed loudly. "It's your turn," she said tersely.
Draco bit his lip trying to hold back another round of laughter. "Did…did you shave Potter's legs too?" he asked, letting out the guffaw he couldn't keep in.
"Are we done playing the game, then?" she asked sourly.
"Oh, come on. I'm just having a bit of fun," he said, then began to splutter and cough when he accidentally inhaled some rain with his laughing.
Hermione grinned to herself. "I believe that's called getting smote," she said smugly at the sounds of his wheezing.
"Yes, because being trapped in a hole in the freezing rain with you wasn't enough," he said when he'd cleared his throat.
"Two truths and a lie…?" she prodded impatiently. "Perhaps something a bit less egocentric this time?"
"How am I supposed to talk about myself without being egocentric?"
"Try and tell me something that's actually interesting," she replied.
Draco shook his head to himself as he lifted his legs again to circulate his blood. "You are such a bitch sometimes."
"Only sometimes?" Hermione asked in a sugary voice, lifting her own legs when he stopped moving. "Well, that's an improvement."
"You have your moments," he said and then was quiet.
"Malf-" Hermione started when the silence began to stretch.
"When I was a kid, I wanted to be a dragon tamer when I grew up," he interrupted.
Hermione blinked against the rain and went quiet at his suddenly more serious tone as he continued the game.
"When I was twelve, my father backhanded me when I said I wished you were a pureblood," he said.
Hermione tensed and Draco swallowed hard, the noise audible, just before he finished his turn with, "I've performed all three Unforgivable curses."
Hermione said nothing and the sound of the rain seemed to grow louder in the void.
"Are those interesting enough?" Draco asked quietly.
"You never killed anyone," Hermione said surely, though her voice was tight.
"You're sure of that?"
She hesitated at his taunting tone. "You were found innocent," she said uncomfortably.
"I've never killed another human," Draco conceded flatly.
"Then how-"
"The Dark Lord made me demonstrate Avadas," he cut-in, "…on my father's dogs."
There was another long silence.
"Care to guess which of the other two is the lie?" Draco said snidely. "I'll give you a hint," he went on when Hermione still didn't respond, "I still have a faint scar from where his ring split my cheek."
"Malfoy…"
"Your turn," he said much louder than necessary.
Hermione stared in his direction. "Why did you wish I was a pureblood?"
"Are we changing the game?" he snipped.
"I was only curious."
"Yeah, well…You're not following the rules."
"Since when have you been one to follow rules?" she tried to provoke.
Draco made a scoffing noise. "That was the problem, Granger. I always followed the fucking rules. I'm sure it didn't escape your notice that we Malfoys had certain rules about who was worthy and who wasn't," he added with no small amount of bitterness.
Hermione hesitated again. "Had rules?"
"No man will ever tell me how to live my life again," Draco said surely and then gave a mirthless chuckle as he blinked around at the dark of where they were trapped. "Literally, apparently."
The rain pelted them as they each went quiet again.
"Shall I continue the game?" Hermione whispered after a minute.
Draco shrugged.
"Two truths and one lie," Hermione finally said. "I once Obliviated my own parents. Sixth year, I saw you make a mistake in Potions and, when you weren't looking, I fixed it for you. My favorite flower is an orchid."
Draco was perfectly still against her. "That was you?" he said guardedly, his mood shifting at once. "The Deflating Draught."
"You remember?" Hermione asked timidly.
"Yeah, I remember. I thought I was doomed to another detention when I saw I'd forgotten to add my plimpy gills," Draco explained. "But it came out perfect. I assumed Theo had done it. I even bought him a bottle of Ogden's as a thank you. That bastard just took it… It really was you that did it?"
"Yes."
Draco shook his head. "I'm so going to haunt Theo's arse for that." He paused and then, "Why did you do that?"
Hermione shrugged lightly. "I don't know. I just…"
"You just what?" he demanded when she trailed off.
"You looked bad," she admitted. "That year. You looked sick and stressed and I…I could see you were struggling to focus and I …I just…before I knew what I was doing, I was scraping Ron's gills into your cauldron when you were-"
Draco cut her off. "You put Weasley's ingredients into my cauldron?"
Hermione's brow furrowed. "Well, he'd already bungled his potion and I'd used mine and, anyway, he never even noti-"
"You stole your best friend's potion ingredients to help me," he interrupted again. It wasn't a question, but Hermione shrugged shyly again.
"Yes."
Lightning suddenly struck across the sky high above, briefly illuminating the crevice, allowing Draco and Hermione to each catch a glimpse of the other. The eerie purple light flashed over their stricken faces giving them both a ghostly appearance that made their breaths catch. Another series of bolts streaked across overhead and they blinked at one another in the fleeting light.
"We're really going to die in here," Draco whispered bleakly when the darkness engulfed them again.
"It seems that way," Hermione agreed dismally.
The thunder rolled loud and deep while they hung there. Draco gave an exhausted sigh and carefully tilted his head back and opened his mouth to collect a drink of rain. He swallowed and then nudged Hermione lightly with his shoulder.
"Do you need a drink?"
"Don't suppose you've got any wine?" she joked sadly.
Draco sniffed in amusement. "I'm afraid I'm out of wine," he humored her, "but I can offer you the finest rain water. It's a good vintage: four billion B.C."
Hermione laughed. "Well, I suppose if that's the best you can offer…"
Draco smirked to himself at that and then tilted his head back for more rain. When his mouth was full he carefully put his face forward until his nose found hers. Hermione met his movements and set her lips to his and drank as Draco let the water transfer. She swallowed it down, removing her mouth from his, but neither pulled their face away. Their breaths were warm on each other as they held their noses side by side with lips barely ghosting over the skin of the other's cheek.
"What do you think they'll say, Granger," Draco whispered, "when they find our bodies like this?"
Hermione closed her eyes as she kept her face pressed close to his. "I don't know. But I'm sure Rita Skeeter will come up with something ridiculous and rife with scandal."
"War heroine lured by Death Eater to her untimely demise?" Draco suggested cynically.
"You are no Death Eater," she replied seriously.
He made a sad hum. "If only that were true."
"A Death Eater wouldn't have cared if someone like me were thirsty and offer me water," said Hermione. "And he certainly wouldn't have helped me to drink it like you have. You're much more than that mark on your arm, Draco Malfoy."
Draco went quiet and still. Hermione waited for him to reply, but when he didn't she simply pulled back to rest her head against the wall behind her. The minutes passed without words as the storm continued on around them.
"Malfoy…?" Hermione said a time later.
"Yeah?" came his quiet reply.
"What did you want to be when you grew-up?" she asked gently.
There was a short silence as Draco swallowed thickly. "I, um… all I really ever wanted to be was a father."
Hermione closed her eyes at that. "I'm sorry," she offered.
He shrugged. "I probably would've been a shite parent anyway…"
When Hermione didn't respond to that, Draco lowered his head to her shoulder. "I, uh…I think I'd like to attempt to take my turn to sleep now if you don't mind," he said.
"Of course," Hermione replied. She waited until he nestled his cheek more comfortably on her shoulder and then began to count.
"Granger?" Draco said suddenly just as she got to 'ninety-one'.
"Yes?"
"I'm…I'm sorry you won't get to be a godmother."
Hermione blinked against the tears that threatened to join the rain on her lashes and gently settled her head over his to shield his face from the downpour.
"Thank you," she whispered. She placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Good night, Malfoy."
Draco simply closed his eyes.
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