"Again" Hermione instructed. Seven and a half hours. They had been doing this for seven and a half hours, and all he had managed to grasp was how to do lumos and nox.
He groaned in frustration, "I can't get it!!"
"Just try again and stop fearing hurting me. A stun just knocks me unconscious for a few minutes, although strong ones are dangerous. Ok. Try again." She said, making sure the pillows were ready in case he managed to do it right.
"S-stu-pefy!" He stammered, thrusting his wand towards her. All it did was spark.
"Don't stutter. Again."
"ST-Stupefy!!" He said, stronger, but only a spark shot from his wand, sputtering out like a sparkler when it runs out of powder to run off.
"Again. Stronger. Don't stammer. Be powerful."
"Stupefy..." He said once more, and it just went a few feet, hitting the grass. The sun was beating down on his bare back, his hair sticking to his head, as sweat dripped into his eyes. Hermione had ditched her shirt, just wearing a blue sports bra and shorts, her hair pulled up into a messy bun, sunglasses on. She had insisted on the glasses.
"Again." Wiping her face. "It won't reach me unless you feel strongly about it. Think about something that makes you angry."
He stared at her, and let out a heavy breath, and let his mind wander. He hadn't gained back any new memories, but Hermione had really helped him understand the wizarding world. His nostrils flared when he thought about one person. Fenrir Greyback.
His hand tightened on his arm, as his lip curled, his eyes closed, and then he spoke in a voice she hadn't heard in years. Deep, low, aggressive, warning without saying anything 'I will kill you if you don't get out of my way'. Snarling, and angry. Furious.
"I'm gonna fucking kill him...STUPEFY!!!!" His voice roared, and the biggest shot she had seen in ages flew towards her, slamming into her chest, and she lost consciousness. His anger diminished as soon as he saw it slam into her chest and her limp body fly way too far, hitting the grass and rolling. He dropped his wand, rushing towards her, Severus, and Scotch at his side.
"Shit- Hermione!!" he shouted as he saw it happen. As soon as he got by her, he dropped down onto his knees, scared he had injured her.
"Hermione!?" He rolled her limp form onto her back, tapping her face. "Shit, wake up!!"
He saw her move her head, and slowly open her eyes, staring up at him. "Woah..."
He moved back enough so she could sit up as Severus licked her face, almost in her lap. "Draco, I wasn't expecting that.... Good job. That was awesome!!"
He stared at her, slightly shocked, "Thank Merlin you're ok but- I just did it!!"
"If I may ask..., What was it you thought of...?" Hermione wondered, as Draco helped her up.
"After you told me about the war, I thought about Fenrir Greyback... If what Harry told you was true, he almost killed me at fifteen? That just pisses me off." Draco mused, wiping sweat from his brow again. Hermione looked at his neck.
"Oh goodness, seems you got burnt. Let's head inside for the day. Good job. Oh- do you remember that spell I taught you yesterday?" As she looked at the pillows.
"Uh...Oh. Wingardium Leviosa?" Draco guessed, feeling a flurry of happiness when she smiled and nodded.
"Ok...wingardium levi-o-sa!" The massive pile of pillows elevated into the air, floating towards the open door as Draco guided them inside.
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Fanfiction5 years after the Battle of Hogwarts was won by Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy is taking a stroll in the park, as part of his usual Sunday morning routine. He had quite a positive redemption streak, but had kept his head down, working as a part of the M...
