Hello. I have recently deleted my other DMxHG story, The Leprechaun House. I hadn't updated it in over a year, and coming back to it, I was not inspired to continue it. It also carried some emotional baggage for me, as I had submitted the story as a short story to my english teacher freshman year(I had made it not Harry Potter, different names, no magical mentions, etc.) and she had said it was her favorite out of other writing assignments I had submitted. She died early my sophomore year from cancer, and I miss her very much. So in conclusion, I couldn't bring myself to continue it as a fanfiction piece. This is my sort of replacement story, but I really like it, so I will think of it as my first Harry Potter piece, instead of a replacement for the deleted one. I know this chapter is short, but if you read about it on my author's bio, you will understand. Don't worry, the other chapters will be longer. I don't know how many chapters I can drag this out, but I'm going to try for at least fifteen. At the least. This sort of will be a non cliched seventh year story, showing the development of an adult relationship between Hermione and Draco over a year, and they let their childish former relationship deteriorate.
Disclaimer: If I was JK Rowling, I would have a Pottermore account by now, instead of crying every time I get on that blasted site and see membership is still not available to me.
Hermione ran, jumping over broken and discarded desks in her mad dash to leave the room before the intruders knew of her presence. Them finding out was inevitable, seeing as her clothing had tore on a door frame. Hearing footsteps behind her, she swore and scrambled to the nearest staircase, running down the stairs two-no make that three steps at a time. She didn't dare turn around or scream. She just ran. Turning corners and taking obscure corridors seemed to be helping her gain some distance from her pursuing assailants, but she didn't dare stop to see. Thanking God that Hogwarts was as complex as it was, Hermione finally figured where she should be going. The Great Hall. Everyone should be eating dinner right now, which she had missed in order to confirm her suspicion that had been growing over the past semester. Noticing a pathway to her destination, she took one last flight of stairs before running to the open doors of the Great Hall. As she skidded to a stop before the four tables, she barely registered the initial roar of the students subsiding at her appearance as she scanned the faces for the one she needed. Locating him, she began a purposeful stride towards him, but a sudden pain in her back made her fall to her knees, gasping in agony. "Draco..." she whispered, staring into his wide, eyes. What was that emotion he was conveying with this one look? Was it concern, or fear? Or a bit of both? Keeping her upper body from contact with the floor with her arms, she looked at him and said, "Run." She could tell he couldn't hear her as the students flew into chaos. Her pursuers must have entered the hall. Staring at him, she could tell he understood what she said, but she couldn't tell what his next actions were as she writhed in agony from the repercussions of the spell that hit her in the back. The last thing she saw before her vision went black was his concerned eyes. There was no more fear there, but anger and she didn't know why. If he didn't run, he would definitely die. Why was he wasting time being angry because of her pain?
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