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[of_badfaith]

Draco Malfoy was no artisan. Apart from schoolwork and carrying out orders barked at him from his father and The Dark Lord, he'd hardly lifted a finger his entire life. Magic guaranteed he'd never have to work with his hands. Now, stripped of that for nearly four years, he'd grown bored. Idle. Directionless. The kiln, the cold seal, the tanks, the

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[honestlyrubbish]

There were a few errands that had drawn Hermione over to the south beach that afternoon- some call boxes in the area needed to be tested, and feeling especially restless, Hermione volunteered herself for the task. While she was never quite as enamored of physical activity in the way that Harry and Ron were, Hermione did love the outdoors, loved hiking and taking in one's surroundings in full. It was one of the things that her parents had passed down to her, a love for nature and for all of the tiny, impossible details that came together to make the world beautiful. Although she'd seen nothing but tropical climate and temperature for the greater part of a year, there were still plenty of details to take in on each walk. Only when she heard a bit of rustling in the distance did Hermione pause in her progress, ducking over to see what was going on

[of_badfaith]

It was rare to see anyone wander out that way, even the few others that lived along the south beach, relatively nearby. It was especially rare for him to see a face so familiar, though if it surprised him, it did not show on his face.

"Boredom has made me desperate," he admitted, though there was a faint twitch of amusement at one corner of his lips. "The equipment's been sitting here for years, collecting dust. It was left by a friend."

Yes, he had friends. Imagine that.

[honestlyrubbish]

Hermione surveyed the equipment carefully, taking a few hesitant steps closer. That she could be quite civil with Draco was still something she had not yet grown accustomed to, feeling more comfortable when he threw snide remarks her way, or otherwise left entirely before she could strike up a conversation with him. But even as she breathed more easily without him around, Hermione also felt that it was almost a duty on her part to try and cross the impasse.

Partially, it was a matter of principle. Partially, it was a result of curiosity. And maybe a touch of it was pragmatic, too, considering the fact that he was dating one of her good friends.

"The island does seem to lack a diversity of recreational or avocational activities," Hermione admitted, brow raising. "Do you plan on trying to make windows for the huts, then? Or would you prefer to make art?"