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How Did This Happen?!	By : dracoyoflam Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the potterverse or characters. I just like to play with the already created world and characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Draco watched as Hermione lay down on the bed of flowers and close her eyes. She looked like Tatiana falling asleep, and he was Oberon, prince of Darkness watching on from the side. She was every inch the fairy queen with her mass of vine-like curls and deep brown eyes.

He stared at Her for a second before he stalked away. He couldn't think of anything to explain what happened! He hadn’t seen her, he just hadn’t seen anything! He grabbed some firewood and put it into the fire.

Hermione sighed and looked over at him. “I think you've got enough firewood in that fire to last a week in the rain! Anyway, I think we should get to Hogwarts tomorrow as long as we don't almost get killed by anything again.” She yawned, snuggling down into the orchids.

Draco happily thought to himself, 'Good, it worked, she changed the subject.'

“Well I'm going to try to get some sleep now since we will have a long day tomorrow.”

Hermione went to lay down when she realized that with all the talking she had forgotten to do something about her wet hair and soggy clothes; she’d have a cold by morning if she stayed in them overnight. Hermione climbed out of the tiny tent and walked behind it, hoping for some cover so that Draco wouldn't see her. She began to undress, but she realized she didn't have anything to cover her nakedness with.

She grabbed her wand and whispered, “Accio Draco's robe.” Thankfully, it worked and his robe came rushing through the forest and straight to Hermione. She wrapped the too-big robe around her body and shot another rope between her trees before hanging up the wet clothes to hang them for the night so they would (hopefully) be dry by morning.

As she was walking around the tent she saw Draco next to the fire stripped down to his silky black boxers. They were wet still, and clung to him like a second skin. He was hanging his wet clothes on a rope suspended between two firewood ground spikes next to the fire; apparently he had the same idea as Hermione. Draco turned and looked back and Hermione who was just standing there wondering what she should do.

“Don't look so terrified, there's plenty of my robe to go around!”

Hermione smiled slightly as if to show that she wasn't scared of sleeping naked with Draco Malfoy but it didn't really work because she really was quite terrified at the idea.

Draco motioned his had for her to walk over to him. “Well, come here, I know what we can do.” She slowly walked up to him and he reached out to grab the side of the robe.

“What are you doing?” She squeaked and took a step back.

He grinned a little and replied, “I'm going to divide the robe in half so we can both be covered and dry, unless you want one of us to get sick and die during the night.” Hermione actually felt a little dumb at her response to him but she stepped forward and let him grab the half of the robe that she wasn't using for herself.

Draco pointed his wand and said, “Diffindo.” The robe tore apart straight down from where his wand had been pointed.

“Well I'm going to try to get some sleep now since we will have a long day tomorrow.”

Hermione walked back to the tent and cast a protection charm on the camp site before she climbed in and laid back to close her eyes and sleep.

Draco stared at her for a while before he pulled of his boxer shorts and wrapped the robe around himself. He sat by the fire thinking to himself, judging by the stars, he’d been awake for about half the night before he finally dozed off next to the fire, which was still burning high from earlier.

He was thinking about a few things, but his thoughts focused on those pale pink satin and lace knickers and bra blowing in the gentle breeze. But mostly he thought about how he admired Hermione, but he didn't know where it came from. They had always been enemies, and they had hated each other since their first year at Hogwarts. It really makes no sense at all…

What neither of them knew was that he was wrong; it made perfect sense. It made perfect sense to the one who planned it...

A couple of hours later, Draco woke as the cold air hit him, the fire wasn't keeping him warm anymore. He might have brought enough wood for a week in the rain, but the fire had practically burnt out because the fuel hadn’t been on it.

Draco slowly stood, he held the robe tightly to himself to try and keep whatever warmth he did have. He walked quietly over to Hermione's make-shift tent and slowly climbed inside. He was hoping that this time he didn’t grab her like last time in the train.

He laid next to her sleeping form and he could already feel the warmth on his skin. Once he was comfortable with his position he laid his head back and fell asleep within seconds.

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The next morning the fire was still burning; Hermione woke first, which she was secretly happy about since the morning sun wouldn't allow her the same cover as last night.

She was about to sit up and leave the tent when she felt something behind her, she peaked over her shoulder and saw Draco sleeping peacefully next to her. She was a little confused but then realized that it must have become rather chilly outside, and therefore she really couldn't be upset with him.

She wasn't quite sure what to do, she really didn't want to wake him as she wanted to get dressed first. She turned over a little to sit up, but as soon as she did Draco's arm fell over her waist and he moved even closer to her, snuggling into her warmth. Her eyes were wide and she sat there more confused than before, she definitely didn't know what to do now.

As her shock started to fade a little she realized that Draco was very close to her now, so close that she could feel something against her thigh that she knew that she shouldn't be feeling.

She decided that she couldn't just half-sit-half-lay there next to him, especially with him in that 'position', so she slowly lifted his arm off of her and gently laid it down on his side. She scooted away and silently thanked Merlin that he didn't wake up.

She quickly went behind the tent and changed as fast as she could. Her clothes were mostly dry, or at least good enough to wear mostly comfortably – but slightly soggy knickers were nobody’s idea of fun.

Again she was surprised by Draco as she came back around the tent. He was already pulling on his jeans. She silently hoped to herself that he didn't see anything between the trees and her small robe, forgetting that her unmentionables had been on the line for him to see.

“Let me check your bandages and your ankle before we set off for the day.” She said gently. He agreed, and sat down to allow her to check his ankle first, which he could still feel the sharp pain.

“Ouch! Be careful Hermione, it didn’t heal overnight.”

“Well sorry, but I don't have to do this for you! I could just let your ankle get even more swollen and then we'll see how painful that will get!” she snapped and continued to peel away the bandage, regardless of his protests and moaning.

Draco smiled at her cruel humor. Hermione finally peeled the old bandages off and realized that his ankle wasn't looking too good. She silently hoped that Madame Pomfrey would be able to heal it before it got worse; she hoped the mediwitch was at Hogwarts and safe. She pulled out her wand and said, “Ferula.”

Bandages shot out and wrapped nicely around his ankle. Hermione hoped that at least the bandages would help support him while walking. When she was mostly happy with his ankle, she moved on to look at his shoulder. At least that was healing up nicely. She liked the way it looked (as much as one can like a half-healed wound) and left the makeshift bandages off, he didn't need them anymore, the wound needed air not dressings.

Hermione walked over to the tent and said, “Deletrius.”

The ropes and protection charm wore off and she bent down to pick up her robe.

“Thanks Hermione for… umm… helping me out.” He paused for a moment then continued, “How long do you think it will take us to get to Hogwarts from here?”

Hermione turned to answer and realized that he had dressed and took down the ropes about as fast as she did.

“Well, it depends on if we run into any problems along the way. Otherwise we should probably get there before dark.” She answered him.

“Good, we can actually get some sleep in a bed tonight. This outdoor sleeping thing isn't the greatest experience.”

Hermione smiled at him and they both started to walk away from the fire and closer to Hogwarts. They kept their wands held tightly in their hands for quick use in case of another emergency.
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