The rain falls down on her as she ran as fast as she could and having deatheaters behind you was
not one of the things she would like to have. While running she thanked her father her mind for giving
her those athletic trainings he had given her when she was a child. Having her wand in the position of
striking a spell to anyone who came into her range. Nevertheless, not even the night thundering clouds
shadows could stop the sparkling ring on her left hand. Her wedding band, she snorted at that thought
"Wedding". Wasn't it supposed to be every girls dream to have her entire life to spend with the one
she loved? However, in some cases those thought remained as dreams. She have lost the deatheaters
she saw as she turned around to look over her back but then suddenly a black cloak person caught
her by surprise and covered her mouth and whispered "Sweetheart where are you going now?
Running as usual? Didn't you miss your husband?" The voice whispered in her ear in the tone was
anger, and almost love. She tried to bite his hand but no luck he had a firm grip on her, which was
hurting her so she tried the old way, kicked him in the area whichwill give him some pleasure, yea
right pleasure the asshole will be feeling hell. As she kicked him the grip on her weakened and she
pushed him off and saw him in pain. This was her chance to run so she ran again she felt like running
was now a habit. But luck had not been with her today the deatheaters have now surrounded her in a
circle and then he came forwarded almost like he was trying to stand straight but the pain obviously
was cruel which he was feeling. That gave her a trumpet smile on her face seeing him in pain. He
came forward and grasp her by her hair and hissed to her "Not a good way to say Hi to your
husband, Mrs Hermione Malfoy" Very well, you will need to learn some manners.Before she cloud
reply he lunged roughly on her lips and started kissing her as he had not seen her
for ages.