Prologue:
Hermione Granger ran. Even if her breath had seemed to get lost in its way through her body, she didn't stumble. Her feet almost gave up from running. She couldn't remember how far she's made it; all she knew was that she needed to keep going. She wished she had the time to take her coat before she took off because it was damn cold to run in her nightgown, barefoot, and there was not anything else left for her to wipe off the dried blood from her hands because her dress had been soaked in it too. Her knees buckled, almost caving in; her hands were empty, and she wouldn't have felt so helpless if she had her wand, but the chances of her giving a good fight was too slim.
What had happened? She kept asking herself, and finally she reminded herself: Run, Hermione, run.
Tears gathered in her eyelids. She did her best to keep them in, not letting a slight whimper, when all she wanted to do right now was to cry, to let her emotions in just for one minute—but no, they'd find her. Now, she didn't know where to run. Her energy had long been wasted from all the running, so there wasn't left enough for her to apparate. But if she did, where would she even go? She was not nearly safe anywhere. Asking her friends would've been too much. They needn't be involved in her affairs—especially this mess.
But perhaps that was not the entire reason she hadn't come to them; perhaps she thought that if she told them the truth about what had happened, to explain the blood that had stained her nightgown, they'd hate her. They'd blame her. It was Hermione's greatest fear tonight: losing everything she fought to keep as she watches it fall helplessly.
So she continued to run until she reached Diagon Alley where she saw lights. It was the first light she saw in the last twenty minutes she had been running; so she tried her best to pick up her feet. Immediately as she reached Flourish and Blotts, an unexpected blow hit her on the side, sending her tumbling down the cobblestones. Her head hit the gutter, drawing blood from her head, and the last thing she saw was a faceless figure kneeling down in front of her.
Author's Note: This is my first attempt to write a Dramione fanfic. I did, however, write fanfic in other fandoms before (years ago). But I was so tempted to write a Dramione fanfic after all that I've read in here; so this is my comeback piece. Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed. Also, this might be a good time to thank my friends for editing this.
PS. I own nothing. All characters and references belong to J.K. Rowling.