Author’s Note: This will be my third attempt at a Draco/Hermione fanfic. The first one didn’t do so well, and wasn’t finished...the second did very well, but I just didn’t feel the need to finish it. I didn’t like how it was going. I have thought up a whole new story and plot line, and I hope you’ll be happy with it. There was a time when I thought, “Why the hell am I doing this? It’s retarded, because Draco and Hermione will never get together. It’s just a waste of my time.” Well, I have decided that it’s not a waste of time because I actually have fun writing stories about the couple. You can’t waste time with something you find amusing and entertaining.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Post HBP.
1. n : someone who fights for a cause
It was dark; way too dark for Hermione Granger’s liking. It was the kind of darkness that made her feel like she was going to disappear into oblivion, or in this case, be pounced on by some unknown creature that could tear her apart in seconds.
“Malfoy! Malfoy, you have to get up!” she tugged at the sleeve of a man surrounded by darkness.
“Shut the fuck up, Granger! I’m trying my bloody well hardest to do the best I can. Can’t you show some damn sympathy for someone who nearly died?!” His voice came out in a harsh, pained whisper.
There was a crunching noise; the noise of boot stepping on dried up, dead leaf. Hermione gasped.
“Why the fuck are you even trying to save me, Granger? You-”
“You can run, but you can’t hide, children. I can’t wait to see what the Dark Lord has in store for you when we get back to the cave. Snotty Miss Granger is going to be in for a nice surprise...”
Hermione was starting to panic. Here she was, in the middle of some unknown woods, trying to save the stitch in her side; the bane of her existence; the boy who had treated her like horse dung for seven years. She was supposed to be on a mission from the Order; not creating more trouble for their cause.
“Malfoy, you fucking listen to me. If you want to live, you had better get up. I have no fucking idea why I’m saving filth like you, but I have the feeling I’ll find out sooner or later. I just had the feeling that I needed to do it...” she paused, squinting into the darkness, trying to see if she could find the falsifier she had begun to hate in the past year; Dumbledore’s murderer.
Draco Malfoy had never heard Hermione Granger utter words of that caliber before. He had always seen her as the goody-two-shoes; the snobby, stick up her ass, virgin Gryffindor.
“Don’t you talk to me like that, you stinking mud-” he was suddenly pulled to his feet. His legs felt like jelly and all he wanted to do was sleep. Couldn’t Granger understand that?
There was a sudden burst of pain in his left side. He bit his lip to keep from screaming out; Granger was already saving his life, he didn’t want her to think he was a child who could do nothing on his own.
“We have to keep walking, Malfoy, or Snape’s going to find us and it’ll all be over. Do you understand? I promise that once we get to safe grounds, I’ll heal you and you won’t hurt anymore. You just have to keep walking.”
He felt like crying, the pain was so abominable. Granger had started to walk and so had he, but it hurt to take just one step. He hated her for making him suffer. He hated her.
“I will find you and you won’t even be able to regret running away, Draco. You’re going to die; just like your mother and father before you, screaming in agony.”
That was the last thing Draco Malfoy heard, before he slipped into unconsciousness.
Author’s Note Number Two: Whether you thought it sucked or not, please review. I’m open to constructive criticism. I try to keep three chapters ahead in writing, so I can post as soon as possible.