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tamingthemuseTitle: One Night In Bangkok
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Tired of being hunted, Hermione and Draco take matters into their own hands.
A/N: I couldn't resist.
One Night In Bangkok
They had been traveling for so long, staying one step ahead of the British Ministry of Magic and the Aurors that hunted for them night and day. Hermione was thankful that she had never revealed her hideaway to Harry; it seemed that no matter where they went outside of the Outer Hebrides, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement followed, still intent on capturing Draco and questioning him.
They changed location twice a week at least. It was Hermione's idea; she figured that they were following the magical signature of one of their wands, so they began searching for an underground wand maker to purchase new wands.
In the middle of summer, Bangkok was sweltering. Their Muggle clothing stuck to them, although they were of the lightest material that money could buy. Cooling charms had no effect on the heat; their effect seemed to fade after only a few moments so it seemed pointless to cast them and risk discovery.
With Draco’s money and Hermione's brain, they were set—or so they believed.
With a little research, they found the entrance to the wizarding community of the city. It required taking a canal boat to a dead end and passing through the disillusionment charm that protected the entrance to the Khlong Sorceri, the floating shopping district.
The harmony between the couple was noticed by most that saw them together. They moved as one, their actions mirroring one another in a strange yet seductive dance that had passers-by stopping to stare at the man that would be called ghost among their people and the vibrant brunette who spoke more with her eyes than her mouth.
Draco turned to pay the boat steerer the 20 baht that he had quoted them, then extended his hand to reach for Hermione, who already had her hand reaching for his. Together they moved from one floating shop to another until they found the shop they sought.
Although the sign above them was written in Thai, there was a sense of magic that lingered around the floating store that couldn’t be hidden or disillusioned by any spell known to either one of them. Hermione smiled at Draco and they entered the shop hand in hand.
A tiny man wizened by age and time stood behind the counter. He sized them up with a glance and turned, pulling two boxes from the extensive inventory that lined the walls, two and three boxes deep in some places. “I am na-Sakda Me, the wandmaker. I see that you are seeking wands that are more adapted to the people that you have become.”
Draco cast a surprised look at Hermione before he answered. “We need wands, that is true.”
“You run from those who would separate you. They are close behind but you can avoid them.”
Hermione had to clear her throat before she could speak. “How can you possibly know all that?”
“Remember, this is the Khlong Sorceri. We have many ways of knowing many things. You are not the first westerners to pass the curtain that keeps us apart from the city.”
“There have been others?” Hermione paled, then pulled a picture out of her traveling bag. “Did one of them look like this?”
Na-Sakda looked at the picture of the three friends that she had pulled out, a toothless smile splitting his face. “The black-haired one, yes. He believed himself to be discreet, but nobody in the wizarding world does not know the face of Harry Potter.”
Draco cupped Hermione's elbow as she seemed to stumble, then reached for the boxes on the counter. “Which one is for her?”
“They are interchangeable, as you have become. You are in complete harmony with one another and can use either one. Take it out and give it a wave, eh? See which one responds to you better.”
Draco opened the first box and found a wand that was blacker than night. He could feel the power tingling his palm as he took it in his hand. An experimental wave sent a sparkling explosion of glitter throughout the shop, to the shopkeeper’s delight.
Hermione reached for the second box and found a wand that was so white it appeared to be carved of marble, yet it was warm to her hand. “What kind of wood is this?” she asked.
Na-Sakda smiled again. “It is not made of wood, young miss, but of the tusk of the Asian elephant, just as the sir’s wand is not wood, but bone that has been cured in the sun and imbued with magics that have been lost to the west for eons. They both carry dragon-heart cores and have brimstone and dragon’s blood resin in their handles for the most powerful protection spells that can be cast.”
Hermione gave the wand a wave and a rainbow shot out of the tip, lighting the store with unearthly light.
Draco reached for his moneybag to pay the shopkeeper. “We thank you for your expertise. It seems that you have chosen the wands that fit us perfectly.”
Na-Sakda held up his hand. “Now change wands.”
With a strange look, they handed one another their wands and waved them simultaneously. The results surprised them.
The window behind them turned opaque and they saw Harry searching their hotel room for clues of their current whereabouts. He tore through Draco’s closet, tossing clothing hither and yon, then went through Hermione's clothes, lingering on her robes and touching them reverently as if she were inside them. Hermione shivered and Draco wrapped his arm around her.
“He’ll pay, darling,” he whispered. Draco tossed the moneybag onto the counter as they readied themselves for the confrontation to come and was stopped by the ancient voice, dry and subtle in the quiet of the shop.
“Wait. Those wands come with talismans.” He turned and produced two small bags, passing them across the counter to Draco. “Put one of these on the miss and one on yourself. You will not be defeated as long as you stand together.”
Draco emptied the contents of the bags into his palm and lifted the talismans by their chains. One of them was a dragon wrapped around a Celtic knot; the other was a lion rampant on the same knot. “I take it that we’re supposed to wear the opposite then?” he asked, noting the nod of assent.
As he slipped the necklace over Hermione's hair, he said in a whisper, “I must love you a lot, darling. Imagine, a Slytherin wearing the symbol of Gryffindor.”
She smiled up at him as she repeated his actions. “No different than a Gryffindor giving herself to the Dragon.”
Na-Sakda watched the pair leave the shop, their auras almost indistinguishable from one another. “Harry Potter is a fool to try and separate the two of them,” he said to the empty shop. Shaking his head, he went to his altar and prayed to the gods to protect the couple from the coming altercation that was irrefutable.
The door to the hotel room slammed against the wall and stunned Harry into momentary shocked immobility before the Petrificus Totalus hit him in the chest. He raised his eyes, the only thing that he could move, and was shocked to see Hermione standing there with a wand of unknown origin.
“Harry, such a surprise to see you—then again, you were never one to take a hint, were you?” Hermione's voice was cold and emotionless; Harry found himself shaking inside, although he couldn’t move or speak.
“Really, Potter, must you be so single-minded? I would have thought that after nearly a year you would have given up on this little obsession of yours.” Draco played with his wand much as he had in school, balancing it on the end of his fingertip, then letting it drop to twirl between his long digits.
Hermione crossed the room after throwing Draco a warning glare. “He’s mine,” she thought, and Draco nodded imperceptibly. “Harry, I can’t tell you how disappointed I am. Touching my clothes like that? I thought that you were at least a gentleman. A gentleman never touches a lady’s underclothes like that, you know.”
With a wave of her wand, ropes bound him to a chair that had appeared behind him and she ended the petrificus spell. “Now, what do you have to say for yourself?” she said stiffly.
“Hermione,” Harry said, his tone pleading for her understanding. “I only did it because I care about you. You don’t know Malfoy—he’s only out to hurt you like he always was.”
Hermione leaned forward and tapped Harry on the cheek. Once the gesture would have been comforting; now it was condescending. “Harry, you don’t know anything about Draco. For that matter, you know nothing of me anymore. I’m not the little swot that I was in school nor is Draco the bully that you believe him to be.”
She sauntered to the bar and poured two glasses of wine. As she walked over to hand one to Draco, she sipped the vintage delicately, savoring every drop. “I’ve tried to be kind and I’ve been firm. Now, Harry, you’ve forced my hand and I’m going to have to do this the hard way.”
She raised her wand and pointed it at his temple. “Have anything left to say?”
Harry looked up at her with tears in his eyes. “Don’t do this, Hermione. I would have done anything to help you. If you do this they’ll hunt you to the ends of the earth.”
Her soft laugh tinkled through the room. “Harry, not all of us are of your ilk. Dormis.”
As his eyes closed, he saw her approaching his immobilized body.
Draco drank his wine as Hermione probed Harry's thoughts with her wand, removing any feelings that he had for her and most of his memories of her, letting the cloudy strings fall to the floor to dissipate into the thick carpeting. She left only the most general of memories for him to go over—that they were friends at one point and drifted apart when their career choices differed. Any memories of her and Draco together ended up with the rest of the smoky strands on the floor; she didn’t want to take any chances of him regaining any memories.
Draco closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her waist. “What are you going to do with him now, dear?” he said, although it was beneath him to care at this point.
She grabbed a crystal ashtray off the table and made a Portkey. As she untied the ropes, she pressed the ashtray into his hand and activated it, whisking him away. “He’ll find himself in the backyard of Grimmauld Place with no memory of Bangkok or Ankara—or Mecca, for that matter. He will remember both of us but only in the most distant way possible.”
With her foot she scrubbed at the carpet, scattering the memory strands that lingered there until they were torn and tattered beyond repair. “We’ll scourgify the carpet and cleanse the room with sage to keep them off our trail. Now that the most dedicated Auror is no longer in pursuit, I doubt that the MLE will hunt for us any longer.”
Draco kissed her temple. “Have I told you lately that you’re a genius, love?” he murmured against her skin.
She turned in his arms and raised her face to his. “No, but I’m sure that you will. Later, though. There’s other things that I would like to do right now.”
Draco smiled. “I like the way that you think, darling.”
“I know, Draco. I know.”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Tired of being hunted, Hermione and Draco take matters into their own hands.
A/N: I couldn't resist.
One Night In Bangkok
They had been traveling for so long, staying one step ahead of the British Ministry of Magic and the Aurors that hunted for them night and day. Hermione was thankful that she had never revealed her hideaway to Harry; it seemed that no matter where they went outside of the Outer Hebrides, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement followed, still intent on capturing Draco and questioning him.
They changed location twice a week at least. It was Hermione's idea; she figured that they were following the magical signature of one of their wands, so they began searching for an underground wand maker to purchase new wands.
In the middle of summer, Bangkok was sweltering. Their Muggle clothing stuck to them, although they were of the lightest material that money could buy. Cooling charms had no effect on the heat; their effect seemed to fade after only a few moments so it seemed pointless to cast them and risk discovery.
With Draco’s money and Hermione's brain, they were set—or so they believed.
With a little research, they found the entrance to the wizarding community of the city. It required taking a canal boat to a dead end and passing through the disillusionment charm that protected the entrance to the Khlong Sorceri, the floating shopping district.
The harmony between the couple was noticed by most that saw them together. They moved as one, their actions mirroring one another in a strange yet seductive dance that had passers-by stopping to stare at the man that would be called ghost among their people and the vibrant brunette who spoke more with her eyes than her mouth.
Draco turned to pay the boat steerer the 20 baht that he had quoted them, then extended his hand to reach for Hermione, who already had her hand reaching for his. Together they moved from one floating shop to another until they found the shop they sought.
Although the sign above them was written in Thai, there was a sense of magic that lingered around the floating store that couldn’t be hidden or disillusioned by any spell known to either one of them. Hermione smiled at Draco and they entered the shop hand in hand.
A tiny man wizened by age and time stood behind the counter. He sized them up with a glance and turned, pulling two boxes from the extensive inventory that lined the walls, two and three boxes deep in some places. “I am na-Sakda Me, the wandmaker. I see that you are seeking wands that are more adapted to the people that you have become.”
Draco cast a surprised look at Hermione before he answered. “We need wands, that is true.”
“You run from those who would separate you. They are close behind but you can avoid them.”
Hermione had to clear her throat before she could speak. “How can you possibly know all that?”
“Remember, this is the Khlong Sorceri. We have many ways of knowing many things. You are not the first westerners to pass the curtain that keeps us apart from the city.”
“There have been others?” Hermione paled, then pulled a picture out of her traveling bag. “Did one of them look like this?”
Na-Sakda looked at the picture of the three friends that she had pulled out, a toothless smile splitting his face. “The black-haired one, yes. He believed himself to be discreet, but nobody in the wizarding world does not know the face of Harry Potter.”
Draco cupped Hermione's elbow as she seemed to stumble, then reached for the boxes on the counter. “Which one is for her?”
“They are interchangeable, as you have become. You are in complete harmony with one another and can use either one. Take it out and give it a wave, eh? See which one responds to you better.”
Draco opened the first box and found a wand that was blacker than night. He could feel the power tingling his palm as he took it in his hand. An experimental wave sent a sparkling explosion of glitter throughout the shop, to the shopkeeper’s delight.
Hermione reached for the second box and found a wand that was so white it appeared to be carved of marble, yet it was warm to her hand. “What kind of wood is this?” she asked.
Na-Sakda smiled again. “It is not made of wood, young miss, but of the tusk of the Asian elephant, just as the sir’s wand is not wood, but bone that has been cured in the sun and imbued with magics that have been lost to the west for eons. They both carry dragon-heart cores and have brimstone and dragon’s blood resin in their handles for the most powerful protection spells that can be cast.”
Hermione gave the wand a wave and a rainbow shot out of the tip, lighting the store with unearthly light.
Draco reached for his moneybag to pay the shopkeeper. “We thank you for your expertise. It seems that you have chosen the wands that fit us perfectly.”
Na-Sakda held up his hand. “Now change wands.”
With a strange look, they handed one another their wands and waved them simultaneously. The results surprised them.
The window behind them turned opaque and they saw Harry searching their hotel room for clues of their current whereabouts. He tore through Draco’s closet, tossing clothing hither and yon, then went through Hermione's clothes, lingering on her robes and touching them reverently as if she were inside them. Hermione shivered and Draco wrapped his arm around her.
“He’ll pay, darling,” he whispered. Draco tossed the moneybag onto the counter as they readied themselves for the confrontation to come and was stopped by the ancient voice, dry and subtle in the quiet of the shop.
“Wait. Those wands come with talismans.” He turned and produced two small bags, passing them across the counter to Draco. “Put one of these on the miss and one on yourself. You will not be defeated as long as you stand together.”
Draco emptied the contents of the bags into his palm and lifted the talismans by their chains. One of them was a dragon wrapped around a Celtic knot; the other was a lion rampant on the same knot. “I take it that we’re supposed to wear the opposite then?” he asked, noting the nod of assent.
As he slipped the necklace over Hermione's hair, he said in a whisper, “I must love you a lot, darling. Imagine, a Slytherin wearing the symbol of Gryffindor.”
She smiled up at him as she repeated his actions. “No different than a Gryffindor giving herself to the Dragon.”
Na-Sakda watched the pair leave the shop, their auras almost indistinguishable from one another. “Harry Potter is a fool to try and separate the two of them,” he said to the empty shop. Shaking his head, he went to his altar and prayed to the gods to protect the couple from the coming altercation that was irrefutable.
The door to the hotel room slammed against the wall and stunned Harry into momentary shocked immobility before the Petrificus Totalus hit him in the chest. He raised his eyes, the only thing that he could move, and was shocked to see Hermione standing there with a wand of unknown origin.
“Harry, such a surprise to see you—then again, you were never one to take a hint, were you?” Hermione's voice was cold and emotionless; Harry found himself shaking inside, although he couldn’t move or speak.
“Really, Potter, must you be so single-minded? I would have thought that after nearly a year you would have given up on this little obsession of yours.” Draco played with his wand much as he had in school, balancing it on the end of his fingertip, then letting it drop to twirl between his long digits.
Hermione crossed the room after throwing Draco a warning glare. “He’s mine,” she thought, and Draco nodded imperceptibly. “Harry, I can’t tell you how disappointed I am. Touching my clothes like that? I thought that you were at least a gentleman. A gentleman never touches a lady’s underclothes like that, you know.”
With a wave of her wand, ropes bound him to a chair that had appeared behind him and she ended the petrificus spell. “Now, what do you have to say for yourself?” she said stiffly.
“Hermione,” Harry said, his tone pleading for her understanding. “I only did it because I care about you. You don’t know Malfoy—he’s only out to hurt you like he always was.”
Hermione leaned forward and tapped Harry on the cheek. Once the gesture would have been comforting; now it was condescending. “Harry, you don’t know anything about Draco. For that matter, you know nothing of me anymore. I’m not the little swot that I was in school nor is Draco the bully that you believe him to be.”
She sauntered to the bar and poured two glasses of wine. As she walked over to hand one to Draco, she sipped the vintage delicately, savoring every drop. “I’ve tried to be kind and I’ve been firm. Now, Harry, you’ve forced my hand and I’m going to have to do this the hard way.”
She raised her wand and pointed it at his temple. “Have anything left to say?”
Harry looked up at her with tears in his eyes. “Don’t do this, Hermione. I would have done anything to help you. If you do this they’ll hunt you to the ends of the earth.”
Her soft laugh tinkled through the room. “Harry, not all of us are of your ilk. Dormis.”
As his eyes closed, he saw her approaching his immobilized body.
Draco drank his wine as Hermione probed Harry's thoughts with her wand, removing any feelings that he had for her and most of his memories of her, letting the cloudy strings fall to the floor to dissipate into the thick carpeting. She left only the most general of memories for him to go over—that they were friends at one point and drifted apart when their career choices differed. Any memories of her and Draco together ended up with the rest of the smoky strands on the floor; she didn’t want to take any chances of him regaining any memories.
Draco closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her waist. “What are you going to do with him now, dear?” he said, although it was beneath him to care at this point.
She grabbed a crystal ashtray off the table and made a Portkey. As she untied the ropes, she pressed the ashtray into his hand and activated it, whisking him away. “He’ll find himself in the backyard of Grimmauld Place with no memory of Bangkok or Ankara—or Mecca, for that matter. He will remember both of us but only in the most distant way possible.”
With her foot she scrubbed at the carpet, scattering the memory strands that lingered there until they were torn and tattered beyond repair. “We’ll scourgify the carpet and cleanse the room with sage to keep them off our trail. Now that the most dedicated Auror is no longer in pursuit, I doubt that the MLE will hunt for us any longer.”
Draco kissed her temple. “Have I told you lately that you’re a genius, love?” he murmured against her skin.
She turned in his arms and raised her face to his. “No, but I’m sure that you will. Later, though. There’s other things that I would like to do right now.”
Draco smiled. “I like the way that you think, darling.”
“I know, Draco. I know.”
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Date: 2008-03-27 05:37 am (UTC)Draco reminds me of how Spike stands back to let Buffy do her thing...no wonder I love Draco now, too.
I have to rent the movies again...lol
Kimmy
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Date: 2008-09-04 10:48 am (UTC)Thank you!