Drastic Measures
This is my first Harry Potter fic, so bear with me. It actually stemmed out of a MSN convo with my best friend, MissingLarruping, and I decided that it needed to be written. Rated T for language and implied lemon (If I need to adjust the rating, I will. Don't worry.)
Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling, so therefore I own nothing but my storyline. Derp.
Enjoy!
It was the year 2013, and Draco Malfoy & Hermione Granger were sitting alone on a beach. The world had been destroyed by a violent storm, and by some freak type of luck (or Hermione's superior spell casting ability), these two lucky people ended up as the only humans left on Earth, and as the last people on Earth, there was a lot of responsibility sitting on their shoulders. Unfortunately, they weren't the best of friends.
"So, Malfoy, I guess it's just you and me now." Hermione said.
"Yeah, so? Do you have a problem with it?" Challenged Draco with a glare.
"No. It's fine," said Hermione. Except that it wasn't, of course.
"Well."
"Well."
The two of them sat in silence for about ten minutes before Hermione spoke again.
"Now what do we do?"
"Well…we're the only people around. What do you suggest? Eventually we're going to need to, you know," Malfoy paused. "Repopulate." Hermoine's face went beet red.
"Malfoy! There is no way in the world that I would have sex with you!" Hermione yelled as she stropped off down the beach.
"Believe me, Granger, it's not like I want to fuck some filthy little mudblood." He yelled at her back. "It's just that we're the last people on the entire bloody planet, and the human race can't die out." And I'm going to need to bang somebody within the next week anyway. It's not my fault that you're the only other human here, he thought. At this, Hermione whipped around, looking daggers at Malfoy. If looks could kill, Draco would've been long gone.
"What did you call me?" She said with her face mere inches from Malfoy's. He knew he should've apologized, but being the complete dick that he is, he instead grabbed Hermione's soft, round face and slammed his lips against hers. In a sudden moment of panic, she pulled away and smacked Draco hard across the cheek.
"You twit!" She yelled, and ran off into the woods behind them. Once she calmed down enough to see where she was going, Hermione took a seat on a big fallen oak tree. What have I done? She thought. If it weren't for Malfoy, I'd be completely alone. And no, I don't particularly fancy him, but if the future of humanity has been set upon us, I guess I don't have a choice. Hermione took a few deep breaths to steady herself before standing up from the log and walking back to where Draco was sitting. He turned to look at her as she came closer, and with a devilish grin said,
"Change your mind, then, Hermione?" She couldn't bring herself to speak, so Hermione just nodded. Her stomach was twisting itself into a giant knot, and she could feel tears in her eyes. I never imagined it would be like this, She thought. I wanted it to be with someone special, but instead I have Malfoy. I guess I need to undress now.
What little clothing they had left after the Armageddon was soon stripped off and thrown aside as they laid down to the task at hand.
When all was said and done, Hermione found herself sobbing a little as she re-buttoned her purple blouse. Deciding that he'd been enough of an imbecile for one day, Malfoy walked over and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Um, what's wrong, Hermione?" He said, obviously a little unsure of what he was doing.
"Oh, it's nothing really." Said Hermione, wiping away a stray tear.
"No. It is something. I'm not used to girls crying after I have sex with them, unless it's out of admiration." They both sat down on the sand and started to chat.
"Well, it's just that, you know, it was my first time." She said.
Bloody right it was your first time! Malfoy thought. But for once in his life, he had the decency to keep his comments to himself. Hermione continued.
"And I always thought it would be with someone special. And now I'm going to be pregnant and in nine months I'll have a baby. And then what will we do? We don't even have any food here, how are we supposed to raise a bloody child?" She looked into his eyes, hoping to find an answer.
"Blimey, Hermione. I don't know." Malfoy said, not able to meet her gaze. He didn't want to be a father! No way. He didn't have to worry about it for long, though, because soon they noticed something out on the horizon. A cloud? No, it was flying.
"Look!" Hermione said. "It's getting closer!" By then they could tell that the foreign object was an owl that had somehow survived. It had an envelope clasped in its beak addressed to Hermione.
"Blimey." She said. "It's for me."
End chappie (:
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Until next time,
Liz