A Brand New Life

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"Hermione, grab ahold. I will be in touch." Narcissa said grabbing her hand and placing it on the port key. They disappeared as quickly as she could blink her eyes. She could feel Lucius approaching. She smoothed her robes and waited at the door for him. Calming herself, knowing Draco and Hermione were safe for now. 



 



Draco looked around. For miles all he could see were tall trees. To his left it looked like some sort of mountain range. Behind him, he saw a small house among a clutter of trees. You would almost miss it among the trees if you weren't looking hard enough. He saw Hermione move out of the corner of his eyes. Suddenly he forgot about the peaceful scene around him and remembered why they were here. He whipped his head around to look at her. She was slowly spinning in circles to gather her surroundings. This place was breathtakingly beautiful. He only wished he had some clue as to where he was..



 



Hermione had absolutely no clue where they were. She decided to check out the cottage looking house she had saw. After she had started walking, Draco followed behind. How long was she expected to wait here? With Draco Malfoy? Of all people? She loathed him and she knew the feeling was mutual. As long as he kept his distance, she could manage to not hex him over the period of time that they were here. As she opened the door, she quickly scanned the inside of the house. It was just as big as it had looked on the outside. The front room's walls were piled with books. This is how she planned on occupying her time here. The furniture wasn't very modern. In fact it looked like the place hadn't been touched in years. It would definitely need a cleaning spell. As she walked through the front room, she saw a kitchen to her left, very small she may note. To her left was a bedroom with beds on each wall. Was she expected to share a room with Draco? In the room she could see a bathroom through the farthest wall. She turned to walk back towards the front and bumped into Draco's chest. 



 



"Watch where you are going, Granger," Draco growled. "We may be sharing this terribly small house, but I plan on spending my time as far away from you as I can be. This is the last thing I wanted to do over my holiday break."



 



Hermione wasn't shocked at what he had to say. If anything, she expected it to be worse. 



"Malfoy, trust me, I cannot stand you just as much as you cannot stand me. I won't be bothering you," she said instantly, with obvious rage in her voice. She shoved past Draco and marched outside, leaving him standing in the hallway. 



 



When she stepped outside, she decided to take a walk to check out everything around the house. She left Draco the chore of cleaning everything, though she wouldn't have minded doing it herself. 



 



"Stupid mudblood.." Draco said as he walked into the bedroom. He was disgusted that she had even touched him. Accident or not, he needed to make sure she knew, they were not friends. He decided to clean up the house and try to separate the bedroom somehow. As he went into the lounge room, he looked around at just how filthy the place was. Everything was covered in dust. After a few spells, the house was beginning to look very nice and clean. He walked into the bedroom, and decided on a splitting spell. A thin wall divided the room. He decided to take the bed the closest to the bathroom. He looked around in the dresser beside his bed and saw a lot of very old looking clothes. He transfigured a pair of robes into some jeans and a shirt to get out of his Hogwarts robes and uniform. As he slipped them on he decided to cook some food for himself and went into the kitchen. Thank the Gods there was food that was actually not 50 years old like everything else in the house. 



 



Hermione was almost to the house. She was very pleased with what she had found. Not far from the house was a beautiful pond and what looked like used to be a garden. She didn't find much of anything else before it started getting dark. So she decided to make her way back. 



 



When she entered the house, she noticed the house had been cleaned. It looked nice and very cozy when clean. Not so abandoned like it did earlier. She walked into the kitchen and rummaged around for some food. After she grabbed a few items she made her way to the lounge room to grab a book. She sat down on the couch and opened the book, aimlessly putting food into her mouth. 



 



Hermione woke with a start. She had fallen asleep on the couch. She decided to make her way to the bedroom, putting the book and food up on the way. She relit the fireplace in the room, seeing as it was dying down. She noticed that Draco had somehow split the room with a thin wall. She crawled into her bed and pulled the covers around her head, wishing she was back in the burrow with Harry and Ron.  



 



When she woke the next morning, she walked to the bathroom, wanting to take a hot bath. The floor was cold on her bare feet, she guessed the fireplace had went out again in the night. As she walked past Draco's bed, she noticed he was not there. She wondered where he went, but did not care that much honestly. 



 



Draco had been in the woods for an hour now. He had found nothing helpful really. Except that pond and run down garden. Where the bloody hell were they? Draco wasn't paying much attention were he was walking. He was lost in thoughts. He took one step forward and fell through the ground about ten feet onto a hard dirt floor. Right away he knew his ankle was broken. He had to heal it and get out of there. He reached for his wand in his pocket. When he pulled it out, it was snapped in two pieces. Panic washed over him. He was an hour into the woods with no wand and a broken ankle. How long would it take for Hermione to realize he was missing? He yelled in frustration and threw his broken wand across the hollowed out room. 



 



As Hermione stepped out of the bath, she had a strange feeling. But dismissed it as nothing. She headed into the front room for a day of reading.