Pretty to pretend

Hermione was walking through the tall grasses that surrounded the lake, fingers trailing the tops of the dry summer fox tails, lost in thought. The long blades of grass slapping her shins and knees as she quickly made her way away from the castle. She had decided that nice fresh air and a moment alone would be the best for her current situation.

She had been in front of the fat ladies portrait when she decided that maybe Gryffindor tower wasn’t the best place for her to go. She didn’t want to tell Harry or Ron about what had happened with Blaize in their common room. She just couldn’t bear to see their faces when she told them, not because she thought they would be concerned for her, maybe Ron would be, but Harry’s face would be full of hate for some one touching her, any one touching her and Hermione didn’t want to think about what that would mean. ‘Wasn’t he supposed to be all hung up on Ginny anyways?’ Hermione thought as a blush crept up her neck, brushing her hair away from her face as a warm wind came over the hill before the Black lakes shore.

She slowed her pace as she could see the water clearly now. The weather had cleared, the rain had moved on to some point over the Forbidden Forest, and the night had become increasingly hotter. Hermione was practically breaking a sweat by the time she reached the water, the sandy beach was rocky and cool as the water soaked in to her Converse. She bent down and removed them, unlacing her high tops and throwing them back on to the grass where they could dry as she pulled her socks off one at a time, careful to not get them any wetter than they already were. She wished she had remembered her wand, for she was almost defenseless with out it, at least from a distance. In a one on one fight she could hold her own if she wanted to. Having a few very large older male cousins to teach her how to defend her self through the years during her boring and magically useless summers, she knew not only how to throw a very decent punch, but a roundhouse, a few different drop kicks, and a perfectly centered upper cut, as well as some very useful blocking moves, when going up against some one larger than her self.

Sighing, she sat down on a rock just inside of the water, her feet submerged as she cradled her head in her hands and thought about the night, and how very wrong everything was already going. “I just can’t believe this…” What was she going to do? No doubt Blaize was telling Draco that very moment her terrible secret, and he would know. Hermione watched her feet barley visible in the dark water, the moon almost totally obscured by the dark retreating clouds. She smoothed her hands down her legs, pulling her skirt back and out of the water where it had trailed when she sat down. Humming quietly to her self she ran her hands back up her legs, up over her knees on to her thighs where she smoothed her skirt down, remembering the feel of Blaize’s lips on her face, on her lips. Her face was burning hot as she realized what she was doing when her finger tips brushed the crotch of her panties just as she was slipping her hand under her own skirt. “Stupid..” she whispered to her self. Pulling her skirt down and biting her lip. She didn’t even like him that way, he wasn’t the one that inspired these feelings in her. Although she supposed it was healthier than the way she felt about some one else, considering they were cousins and all. Not that she had ever told any one, not that she ever could tell any one. Draco fucking Malfoy. She scoffed at the idea, even if they weren’t related, how could she ever think that that stupid prat was attractive. He was such and jerk and weren’t him and that pug face Parkinson together any how? She shook her head thinking that had to be a match made in heaven, or better hell. She giggled a little about that. She supposed that if Blaize was going to tell him he might as well, he was going to find out any ways, she would have to tell him she guessed, eventually.

She could see the giant squids tentacles just out toward the middle of the lake, they were waving back and forth almost as if dancing in the moon light and warm weather.

There was a sudden crash behind her. Turning very quickly she saw bright lights shooting out of the entrance door, red and green, ricocheting off of the pillars.

Hermione’s blood ran cold as she stood up in the water, thinking one thing only.
Green meant dead. Who was dying right now? Who was killing? Now she could hear the shouts coming from the entrance hall and realized she was running, barefoot in the direction of the castle, covering ground very quickly, as she was a natural runner. As she neared the semi ajar door it came blasting off of its hinges, flying through the air, Hermione had time only to throw her self aside before it landed in the same spot as she had been standing. Now she was laying not three feet from a very broken door and an extremely groggy Hagrid. His moleskin shirt was singed and still smoking in places, but he was relatively unhurt as Hermione pushed her self up off of the stone steps, wincing as she noticed her bloody elbow and bashed knee. She rushed to Hagrid’s side, limping slightly, he blinked at her and struggled to say something before collapsing on the broken door, his eyes rolling back in to his skull. Hermione quickly checked his pulse to make sure that he was alive, fighting back tears, she sobbed quietly when she found the gentle throbbing pulse in his neck. Slowly getting up, she looked back at him, hating her self for leaving him there, but she had to go, she had to check on everyone else in the castle, Hagrid would be ok, she kept telling her self this as she ducked in to the castle, crouching down low, so no one would see her as she hurried behind a set of armor in the entrance hall.

Wizards in dark robes were every where, blocking every door but the entrance. Three wizards were a yard from the broken doors. One lying on the floor very bloody while two were attending to him, running wands over his many injuries, sealing up his split skin and broken bones. Obviously Hagrid had gotten a few punches before the other guys had shown up to help the bloody bastard. Hermione did always have a great dislike for any one that thought it was ok to gang up on others.

Surveying the room and its standing occupants, she noted that the three on the ground were the only ones not facing away. If she were to do something she would have to do it fast, as to not alert the others. Scanning the room for any weak points, she noted the one closest to her, facing away at the foot of the stairs. His mask gave him absolutely no peripheral vision and she would bet anything that his hearing was greatly impaired as well. In fact she was betting quite a bit on it , her very life in fact, because no doubt they would kill given the chance. She was hoping that the death eaters in the middle of the ground were too involved with their task of resuscitation to notice her creeping slowly to the death eater before her, him completely oblivious to her existence, as she spotted the thing that she would need. A long and very wicked knife was protruding from one of his very tall black boots. Momentarily studying the hilt she noted that it was not clasped or tied by any means to keep it in its sheath, if she were to pull on it. Hoping against hope that it did not have any anti theft charms on it she contemplated what to do once she had it.

This is when that quiet part of Hermione Granger kicked in, the part that she never told any one about, weather for fear of their reactions or just simply to keep a small part of her hidden and strictly hers she did not know. All she knew is that it was what allowed her to move with an assassins grace when she needed to. No one would ever accuse her of being clumsy or inept when on her own two feet, definitely not the death eater she now held in her arms with the long glinting silver blade pressed in against his throat. He fumbled as she pressed it closer, grabbing his wand quickly with her free hand, she turned the wand on its owner and cast a silencing charm as well as petrificus totalus, easing the death eater to the floor at the foot of the stairs, she turned to the death eaters that had been behind her, crouching and noted that they had not noticed her. Thanking her lucky stars that she had bothered to learn wordless spell work in her sixth year she cast a quick silencing charm on the two followed quickly by petrificus again. She glanced at the remaining three, wondering if she should dispatch them as well. It may come in handy to have done so later, but it may also be detaining her from those that needed her more. She had yet to hear anything from up the stairs at her back in the few seconds that she had been in side of the castle. Glancing quickly behind her she advanced back in to the room, behind the oblivious trio of death eaters. ‘alright boys, lets play.’ she whispered under her breath and smiled.

“Muffliato.” Hermione muttered as she cast the muffling charm on the three cloaked men. She was quite sure that they were men. Creeping slowly past the now four fallen men on the ground she raised her wand and cast Locomotor mortis on the first one and bashed his face in to the wall nearest him, not hard enough to kill him but enough to knock him out, turning back to the others she smiled evilly, not feeling bad about smashing some bloke she had never met before face in, for he was here to attack students and probably to kill her best friend. She quickly sighted in on the second intruder and leveled her borrowed wand. She was about to try something that she had never tried before, something she hoped was reversible, eventually.

“Duro.” Hermione whispered as the death eater before her started turning to stone. He attempted jump away when he felt the sensation start in his legs but to no avail as it quickly took over his body, he shouted at her trying to throw a spell at her or maybe just get the attention of his counter part but Hermione had already hit him with the Confundo charm. He was stumbling about the entry way, and fell over the three bodies just inside the entrance.

Hermione’s was finally clear, she could now make her way in to the castle. But first. She pulled the hair tie from her hair and tapping it with her wand turned it in to a fire work, “Engorgio.” she whispered. Lighting the very large fire work she sent it up the main stair case, it was popping loudly and whirring madly. That should do the trick she supposed as she trudged up one of the other stairs. Now every one would know they were in the castle and a few might be saved.


********************************************************* have no fear guys this is going to be a Draco Hermione fic its just is in the werkz, sorry theres not really any smut in this chappie, but its coming, oh boy howdy is it coming. no pun intended i love you all