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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
6,332
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, and no money is being made from this work of fanfiction.
The Third Task
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Chapter Three: The Third Task
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One Month Later
The forest was pretty strange, and Hermione had spent a lot of time in forests, so she considered herself something of an expert.
Camping for a year can do that to a person.
It was certainly an old forest, possibly the oldest that Hermione had ever seen. Moss grew thickly on the forest floor, creeping up the trees and giving the whole place a rather dead atmosphere. It was autumn in Germany, and the rich smell of decay permeated the forest. Hermione smiled at the soft crunchy sounds her boots made on the newly fallen leaves. That was normal, which made Hermione feel at ease. What set her instincts alight was the odd, absolute stillness. No birds, no deer, no squirrels. Not even an insect.
It made Hermione nervous.
And when Hermione was nervous, she talked.
“… Adam and Eve is an ancient story really, possibly one of the oldest in mankind, older than wizardkind, even. They lived in Eden- paradise really- until Eve was tempted by…”
“Will you please be quiet. If I wanted a lecture, I would have asked.” There was a strange edge in his voice, something… off. Hermione wanted to blame it on the grim atmosphere of the odd forest, but something told her that wasn’t it.
Hermione furrowed her brows at Draco’s back as they picked their way through the forest. She didn’t like the niggling not knowing, so became instantly defensive. “This all relates to the mission. Don’t you want all of the facts? Don’t you want to be more prepared than we were for the last mission?”
Draco stiffened at her pointed insinuation, and any sign of that whatever was completely gone. Sneering, he said, “Well, than could you please tell me something relevant? Because Muggle history certainly won’t help me get an apple from the Tree of Knowledge.”
“You’re such a bigot! I can’t believe you still think that Muggles have nothing to offer wizards! I’ll have you know-“
Draco stiffened and slapped a firm hand over her mouth. He pulled her struggling body behind a large oak tree and said, “Quiet.”
They had carefully avoided all touching since the incident in Tír na nÓg, but it only made each accidental brush of a hand, more significant, more electrifying. So the feel of Draco’s hard, lean body against her back was too much sensation for her brain to process all at once.
“What is it?” Hermione whispered against his fingers.
His arms tightened around her, bringing her closer to him, his hipbones digging into her bottom, the flat hollows and planes of his torso easily distinguishable through their thin shirts. “Granger.” He hissed into the shell of her ear, the warmth of his lips millimeters away from her skin, the soft blow of his breath causing unwanted shivers of delight to dance through her body.
Hermione shut up.
It was the Bulgarian team- the one that creeped Hermione out at Camelot. The large, sinister man that ogled her breasts was arguing with the short, nasty looking man who looked like he could slit his grandmother’s throat and still smile. They didn’t look smart enough to figure out the puzzles, but somehow they must have made it through the first two tasks. As soon as she glimpsed them, her internal alarm system sent off warning bells.
Hermione glanced upward to see what Draco was thinking and felt the knot in her stomach turn to ice. The planes of his face were taut and there was an expression there she hadn’t seen since the war – eyes narrowed, lips thin and a hard, unforgiving glint in his eye.
Hermione swallowed.
Draco didn’t like the Bulgarians either – worse, he seemed just as happy to have them close to him as she was. Knowing something of what he had faced in the past, she didn’t want to think about the type of danger it would take to set off his instincts either.
Quickly extricating herself from Draco’s long limbs, she ignored her body’s sense of loss. She reached into her bag and pulled out her little beaded evening bag.
“This isn’t the time for evening wear, Granger.”
Hermione ignored him, and rooted through the little purse frantically. I know I stocked up, I just need to find it! Restraining her shout of triumph, she pulled it out a large paper sack, and the Hand of Glory. The label on the sack read- WWW Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder- New and Improved!
Draco’s face was stunned. “What else do you have in there?”
Hermione smirked and held a finger to her lips. They snuck up behind the pair of Bulgarians and threw a handful of the powder in their direction.
She grabbed Draco’s hand in the sudden darkness, holding the Hand of Glory in front of them, her heart beating frantically, smiling at the shouts and curses behind them.
Hopefully this was the last they would see of the duo, as the danger they represented was something that Hermione didn’t want to examine too closely.
But they were still headed in the right direction. Damn.
She crossed her fingers and prayed to Merlin that the trolls she noticed a few kilometers back attacked them.
000
The chapters will still be pretty short (sorry) until the last chapter, which is a whopping 40 pages in word. Basically, this story is complete and would have never been finished without this format, and still be in my brain, sailing around. And it was written for a challenge, so I had a time limit on my muse, which definitely leans towards the epic. (Adelaide, I know how you feel, I usually love more detail in a story!) Maybe I will expand these middle tasks someday, but I really don't have the time right now! Hopefully everyone isn't too upset.
Chapter Three: The Third Task
000
One Month Later
The forest was pretty strange, and Hermione had spent a lot of time in forests, so she considered herself something of an expert.
Camping for a year can do that to a person.
It was certainly an old forest, possibly the oldest that Hermione had ever seen. Moss grew thickly on the forest floor, creeping up the trees and giving the whole place a rather dead atmosphere. It was autumn in Germany, and the rich smell of decay permeated the forest. Hermione smiled at the soft crunchy sounds her boots made on the newly fallen leaves. That was normal, which made Hermione feel at ease. What set her instincts alight was the odd, absolute stillness. No birds, no deer, no squirrels. Not even an insect.
It made Hermione nervous.
And when Hermione was nervous, she talked.
“… Adam and Eve is an ancient story really, possibly one of the oldest in mankind, older than wizardkind, even. They lived in Eden- paradise really- until Eve was tempted by…”
“Will you please be quiet. If I wanted a lecture, I would have asked.” There was a strange edge in his voice, something… off. Hermione wanted to blame it on the grim atmosphere of the odd forest, but something told her that wasn’t it.
Hermione furrowed her brows at Draco’s back as they picked their way through the forest. She didn’t like the niggling not knowing, so became instantly defensive. “This all relates to the mission. Don’t you want all of the facts? Don’t you want to be more prepared than we were for the last mission?”
Draco stiffened at her pointed insinuation, and any sign of that whatever was completely gone. Sneering, he said, “Well, than could you please tell me something relevant? Because Muggle history certainly won’t help me get an apple from the Tree of Knowledge.”
“You’re such a bigot! I can’t believe you still think that Muggles have nothing to offer wizards! I’ll have you know-“
Draco stiffened and slapped a firm hand over her mouth. He pulled her struggling body behind a large oak tree and said, “Quiet.”
They had carefully avoided all touching since the incident in Tír na nÓg, but it only made each accidental brush of a hand, more significant, more electrifying. So the feel of Draco’s hard, lean body against her back was too much sensation for her brain to process all at once.
“What is it?” Hermione whispered against his fingers.
His arms tightened around her, bringing her closer to him, his hipbones digging into her bottom, the flat hollows and planes of his torso easily distinguishable through their thin shirts. “Granger.” He hissed into the shell of her ear, the warmth of his lips millimeters away from her skin, the soft blow of his breath causing unwanted shivers of delight to dance through her body.
Hermione shut up.
It was the Bulgarian team- the one that creeped Hermione out at Camelot. The large, sinister man that ogled her breasts was arguing with the short, nasty looking man who looked like he could slit his grandmother’s throat and still smile. They didn’t look smart enough to figure out the puzzles, but somehow they must have made it through the first two tasks. As soon as she glimpsed them, her internal alarm system sent off warning bells.
Hermione glanced upward to see what Draco was thinking and felt the knot in her stomach turn to ice. The planes of his face were taut and there was an expression there she hadn’t seen since the war – eyes narrowed, lips thin and a hard, unforgiving glint in his eye.
Hermione swallowed.
Draco didn’t like the Bulgarians either – worse, he seemed just as happy to have them close to him as she was. Knowing something of what he had faced in the past, she didn’t want to think about the type of danger it would take to set off his instincts either.
Quickly extricating herself from Draco’s long limbs, she ignored her body’s sense of loss. She reached into her bag and pulled out her little beaded evening bag.
“This isn’t the time for evening wear, Granger.”
Hermione ignored him, and rooted through the little purse frantically. I know I stocked up, I just need to find it! Restraining her shout of triumph, she pulled it out a large paper sack, and the Hand of Glory. The label on the sack read- WWW Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder- New and Improved!
Draco’s face was stunned. “What else do you have in there?”
Hermione smirked and held a finger to her lips. They snuck up behind the pair of Bulgarians and threw a handful of the powder in their direction.
She grabbed Draco’s hand in the sudden darkness, holding the Hand of Glory in front of them, her heart beating frantically, smiling at the shouts and curses behind them.
Hopefully this was the last they would see of the duo, as the danger they represented was something that Hermione didn’t want to examine too closely.
But they were still headed in the right direction. Damn.
She crossed her fingers and prayed to Merlin that the trolls she noticed a few kilometers back attacked them.
000
The chapters will still be pretty short (sorry) until the last chapter, which is a whopping 40 pages in word. Basically, this story is complete and would have never been finished without this format, and still be in my brain, sailing around. And it was written for a challenge, so I had a time limit on my muse, which definitely leans towards the epic. (Adelaide, I know how you feel, I usually love more detail in a story!) Maybe I will expand these middle tasks someday, but I really don't have the time right now! Hopefully everyone isn't too upset.