Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with the magnificent idea of Harry Potter. All the credit goes straight to the very talented J.K. Rowling.
I do however, well I think, I guess own the plot of my little fanfiction. Please don't steal. :-)
A/N: The characters are not magical in this story :)
Rated T: For Language and well that's all until I know where this is going hahaha (;
The Little Things
Chapter One: Running and Collisions
"Ronald Weasley! What in the name of the bloody Queen do you think you're doing?" My voice was practically a screech, although I must say that if was an improvement to the sounds I'd just unfortunantly heard. The red headed brat actually had the gall to try to answer the question while the brown headed bimbo beside him just smirked. She actually fucking smirked. Bitch.
"Her-Hermione! It's not what it looks like!" He was in the process of scrambling out of MY bed trying to buckle the belt holding up the pants that I had bought for him in MY flat. The blubbering fool was an idiot. Rage filled me as I remembered that I'd been stupid enough to actually think I loved this git.
"No. Stop right there Ronald. I'm not a fool, don't even try to lie to my face." I was positively seething. I couldn't bring myself to care that my next words would be cutting, "Just get out you filthy excuse for a boyfriend. I never want to see you again Ronald. Get the fuck out now, and take that bimbo with you!"
I practically shoved his half dressed self into the hallway of my building. "Never ever try to contact me!" I shouted through the door.
I slid down with my back against the white wood. My heart was racing and unshed tears pricked at the back of my eyes. I cradled my face in my palms before running a hand through my slightly disheaveled wavy locks. I shakily got to my feet and brushed myelf off.
Now was no time to become a blubbering little girl. Now was time to think of a plan to get the hell out of London. I didn't want to face my friends about this and it's not like I had any family left.
It was time to go to New York. And soon. Like tomorrow-I'll-board-a-flight there-soon. I'd just be a month early getting there, as I was set to start my surgical residency St. Mungo's Hospital in September. Now all I had to do was make a few phone calls and get everything in order to leave tomorrow and then I could do really the only thing I wanted to do at the moment.
Drown my sorrows with the wonderful looking half empty bottle of Vodka on my countertop. I grabbed the bottle and took a nice long drag.
Drinking away pain had become sort of a habit of mine after High School. It all started when my parents died a month after graduation, leaving me alone in the big bad world. I'd get roaring drunk whenever the memory of them was too strong. The alcohol helped me forget my feelings for a short while.
Then about six months ago I bumped into Ron at Hogwarts Academy for Medical Study, where I was just finishing up my last year of medical schooling. We started talking and soon one thing led to another and we were a couple. We were in love. Ha, I mentally snort at the thought.
Love. It's a concept that just seems to be out of reach for little average Hermione Jane Granger here. Sure, I've had my share of relationships, but they never last. I think the only time I've ever been close to being in love was when I was just a young girl in High School. The pathetic thing is that the man I almost loved was the man who made my High School years hell. I still can't think of that man without a pang of sadness. Such a pity. I'll probably end up a lonely old spinster who's bitter from her past. It's sad that it's so easy to imagine.
I take another long drink and begin to pack little pieces of my life into boxes. Soon after, I phone the Airlines so that I'm not too drunk to remember to make my arrangements for the morning.
After several long blissfully drunk hours spent packing, I collapse on my bed and let sleep take me.
**************************Seven Months Later*****************************
I hurried to put my trauma gear on as the blaring sirens of the American ambulance made it's way towards our team. There had been a major wreck on the outskirts of the City. Being the number one ranked trauma center in the city, the injured were being brought directly to us. I was one of the only interns on call this night and so it was only Chief Dumbledore and unfortunantly for me, the gorgeous Dr. Riddle I'd slept with a few months prior. Needless to say, I felt extremely awkward waiting next to him, seeing as he'd had the gall to ignore me stubbornly ever since. Merlin, I couldn't stand men.
As the EMTs started unloading the injured man from the ambulance, I saw a brief flash of silver blonde hair that was slightly darker than normal due to the blood coming out of his head wound. My breath caught in my throat and I swear to the Queen that my heart stopped beating for a good several seconds; valuble seconds that should have been used to help this man.
"John Doe, looks to be in his upper twenties. Obvious head trauma as well as a few broken ribs and his right leg," one of the EMTs prattled on.
Please don't be who I think it is. Please don't be who I think it is. I was practically chanting this mantra in my head by now.
It wasn't until the EMT pulled away the breathing mask for a second that reality came crashing down all around me. It was him.
"Bloody hell," I whispered. Then in a slightly stronger, much louder voice informed them that this was not in fact a John Doe, but was as fate would have it, Draco Malfoy.
A/N: Thank you for reading! I'd appreciate if you would take a few seconds to tell me your thoughts! I haven't written Fanfiction in almost two years so I'm a little rusty, but overall I'm pleased I suppose. lol
Also, I'm looking for a beta, so if you're interested, please message me!
xo Elizabeth