Evil Kingdom Rising
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
9,510
Reviews:
21
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Currently Reading:
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Training pt 1
A house elf woke Hermione early the next morning with a breakfast tray loaded with her favorite foods. Hermione wondered for a moment how they knew her favorites. The house elf seemed understand her confusion and explained that Draco described to them what Hermione picked to eat at Hogwarts.
“Miss must eat and dress quickly. Tippy will lay out training clothes while Miss eats. Master Draco will be here soon to start training.” The elf said.
Hermione ate silently while the elf rummaged around in her closet. Soon the elf arranged a pair of soft cloth trousers next to a close fitting t-shirt and sports bra, along with white ankle socks and tennis shoes on a chair next to her desk. As soon as Hermione finished eating the elf took the tray and winked away. Hermione dressed just as silently as she ate, brushed her hair and teeth then pulled her hair into a ponytail. She found a plain black robe in the closet and put it on over her clothes, which were a pretty shade of jade.
Draco entered the room shortly after Hermione finished with her hair. She was not given time to wonder how he knew to come in at that moment, because he immediately began to speak.
“We have a lot to accomplish in a very short time. Your body is not strong enough for the magic you control, so we will begin with strength training. Once your body is stronger, we will move to karate, to teach you how to control your emotions and strength. Then you will move on to lessons with Snape.” Draco said.
“So, in my lessons with you I won’t be using magic?” Hermione asked.
“Correct. You have to learn to control yourself and your physical strength before you can control your magic. You also have to learn to control and harness your emotions, which the karate will do.” Draco responded.
“And why are you so qualified to teach these things?” Hermione asked.
“Because I have been training in karate and strength training since I was five years old. Snape will help you with your magic because he has experience in extraordinary powers and in using the methods of karate to help magical control.” Draco responded, calm despite her rudeness.
“I’m sorry, I’m just nervous. Shall we begin?”
“This way.” Draco led Hermione to the back of the east wing of the manor, where a surprisingly muggle gym was constructed. Typical weight training machines that you would see in a muggle gym were in the center of a running track. The room was a little bigger than a muggle american football field. One half of the room was half a basketball court with ballet bars to the side, while the other held the machines and weights.
“We will begin each session by jogging around the track twice, which is 800 meters. When we have finished our muscles will be warmed up and ready for stretching. Let’s get started.
Hermione and Draco jogged around the track, then did a series of stretches that worked every muscle. By the time this was finished, Hermione was exhausted, but Draco wasn’t finished with her. He had her do pushups and pull ups, then taught her how to use free weights. Before allowing her to leave he had her redo the stretches then walk around the track for one lap. By the time Hermione stepped into the shower she felt that she was never going to feel normal again, and that Draco was trying to kill her. A house elf appeared when Hermione stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a soft terrycloth robe.
“Master says Miss is supposed to dress in the clothes Tippy set out for her and prepare for dinner with Lord Voldemort and Lady Narcissa.” The elf squeaked out.
“Another banquet? I would have thought they’d give up for a while after last night.” Hermione mused aloud.
“Oh no Miss, it is just Master, Miss and the Lord and Lady.” Tippy said.
“Ah. Tippy will you remain and help me with my hair? I have trouble with it when it is humid out.”
“Of course Miss!”
The dinner went well, Hermione was stunning and very elegant, which made Draco proud. He went over details of the days training, which made Hermione acutely aware of her tiredness and soreness. Voldemort and Narcissa discussed the future and Narcissa began talking about flower arrangements and seating charts for the wedding. After dinner Draco ordered Hermione to take a long bath and allow one of the house elves to massage her sore muscles. Hermione went to bed the minute the massage was finished and fell asleep in seconds.
For three weeks every day was the same, varying only in which weights Hermione used, and in the slow addition of exercises into her routine. The nights varied between dinner with Voldemort and Narcissa, just Narcissa and Blaise and Ginny.
“Miss must eat and dress quickly. Tippy will lay out training clothes while Miss eats. Master Draco will be here soon to start training.” The elf said.
Hermione ate silently while the elf rummaged around in her closet. Soon the elf arranged a pair of soft cloth trousers next to a close fitting t-shirt and sports bra, along with white ankle socks and tennis shoes on a chair next to her desk. As soon as Hermione finished eating the elf took the tray and winked away. Hermione dressed just as silently as she ate, brushed her hair and teeth then pulled her hair into a ponytail. She found a plain black robe in the closet and put it on over her clothes, which were a pretty shade of jade.
Draco entered the room shortly after Hermione finished with her hair. She was not given time to wonder how he knew to come in at that moment, because he immediately began to speak.
“We have a lot to accomplish in a very short time. Your body is not strong enough for the magic you control, so we will begin with strength training. Once your body is stronger, we will move to karate, to teach you how to control your emotions and strength. Then you will move on to lessons with Snape.” Draco said.
“So, in my lessons with you I won’t be using magic?” Hermione asked.
“Correct. You have to learn to control yourself and your physical strength before you can control your magic. You also have to learn to control and harness your emotions, which the karate will do.” Draco responded.
“And why are you so qualified to teach these things?” Hermione asked.
“Because I have been training in karate and strength training since I was five years old. Snape will help you with your magic because he has experience in extraordinary powers and in using the methods of karate to help magical control.” Draco responded, calm despite her rudeness.
“I’m sorry, I’m just nervous. Shall we begin?”
“This way.” Draco led Hermione to the back of the east wing of the manor, where a surprisingly muggle gym was constructed. Typical weight training machines that you would see in a muggle gym were in the center of a running track. The room was a little bigger than a muggle american football field. One half of the room was half a basketball court with ballet bars to the side, while the other held the machines and weights.
“We will begin each session by jogging around the track twice, which is 800 meters. When we have finished our muscles will be warmed up and ready for stretching. Let’s get started.
Hermione and Draco jogged around the track, then did a series of stretches that worked every muscle. By the time this was finished, Hermione was exhausted, but Draco wasn’t finished with her. He had her do pushups and pull ups, then taught her how to use free weights. Before allowing her to leave he had her redo the stretches then walk around the track for one lap. By the time Hermione stepped into the shower she felt that she was never going to feel normal again, and that Draco was trying to kill her. A house elf appeared when Hermione stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a soft terrycloth robe.
“Master says Miss is supposed to dress in the clothes Tippy set out for her and prepare for dinner with Lord Voldemort and Lady Narcissa.” The elf squeaked out.
“Another banquet? I would have thought they’d give up for a while after last night.” Hermione mused aloud.
“Oh no Miss, it is just Master, Miss and the Lord and Lady.” Tippy said.
“Ah. Tippy will you remain and help me with my hair? I have trouble with it when it is humid out.”
“Of course Miss!”
The dinner went well, Hermione was stunning and very elegant, which made Draco proud. He went over details of the days training, which made Hermione acutely aware of her tiredness and soreness. Voldemort and Narcissa discussed the future and Narcissa began talking about flower arrangements and seating charts for the wedding. After dinner Draco ordered Hermione to take a long bath and allow one of the house elves to massage her sore muscles. Hermione went to bed the minute the massage was finished and fell asleep in seconds.
For three weeks every day was the same, varying only in which weights Hermione used, and in the slow addition of exercises into her routine. The nights varied between dinner with Voldemort and Narcissa, just Narcissa and Blaise and Ginny.