A/N: I didn't want to leave 'How Things Are Going To Be' just like that, now, would I? :)
I started missing writing it for four hours and now I'm writing again! Whooowee!
If you are reading this, I suggest that you read 'How Thing Are Going To Be' first, as this is a sequel.
And with that said, I ask you to all enjoy! :))
"No!" she screamed. "Please, don't hurt them! I'll give you anything, anything you want!"
Her opponent merely chuckled, swishing her short and spiky hair, and letting go of the child. She was really easy to bend. "I've already gotten it, you fool." She said hoarsely and revealed the motionless and unmistakably dead form of Draco behind her, spread-eagled on the floor.
"NOOOOOO!" Hermione screeched, sobbing into her tangle of bushy hair. The other giggled.
"Relax, Mudblood. It's only a boggart. Watch: Riddikulus," the blonde said, waving her wand above the body. It vanished and was replaced of a bloody Inferius walking towards her like a mummy. She waved her wand again lazily and the boggart vanished in a wisp of smoke.
"Don't you dare touch my Draco, Mudblood. You stole him from me. I still have that grudge on you. You've got twins from him, but I'll take them away from you along with the other things you treasured that were rightfully mine. And after all these years, I'll finally have my revenge!" she shouted to the ceiling dramatically, let out an evil cackle, and disappeared.
Hermione continued to sob, her arms shielding her twins from any harm. They had silent tears running down their cheeks, and their eyes witnessed everything. Megara nearly even cried out when she saw her father dead.
"Dad?" Michael called out behind Hermione's arms to the door that stood ajar. He ducked around his mother's arms, went out of their room, and screamed into the hall. "Dad!"
No reply. Panic rushed through everyone's body. What had that mad woman done?
Hermione sat up, panting, beads of sweat running down her face. She knew she screamed the moment she heard feet pounding on a wooden floor. Seconds later, Ginny Potter appeared, looking flustered.
"Hermione, you alright?" she asked timidly. Hermione nodded and looked at the bedside table of the guest room where she was currently sleeping. A cold cup of tea sat there. She heated it and was about to drink it when Ginny vanished it.
"I can make you a new one, don't worry," she said reassuringly. Minutes later, a warm cup of soothing tea sat snugly in between Hermione's hands, half-empty. She looked around the Potter's room, roving over picture frames, cabinets, cupboards, broomsticks, and clothes. Her eyes finally stopped on the alarm clock beside the lamp on top of the bedside table.
12:45 a.m.
She sighed. It was exactly four hours ago that Hermione called to her best friends for help. Harry and Ginny, who were just getting ready for sleep themselves, immediately invited her and the twins over to their house in Godric's Hollow. Harry had to report this to the Ministry, and before Hermione could say 'thank you' he Flooed himself to office.
"You haven't told me the story, yet," Ginny said slowly. Hermione closed her eyes and began, every single memory flooding into her mind.
This really is perfect.
Draco sighed and smiled in the moonlight. Hermione closed her eyes, listening to Draco's heartbeat steadily drumming in his chest.
"Mom! Dad!" the twins yelled from their bedroom window. They jumped and turned around just as a streak of light targeted them. They jumped apart, barely dodging it, so that it hit a tree. Draco fished his wand out.
"Hermione! Go get the kids. I'll take over here," he ordered, wiping his forehead nervously. Hermione nodded and dashed up the stairs back to the manor and up to the children's bedroom.
"Mom! There was a woman here looking for you and daddy!" Megara squealed, frightened, as she jumped into Hermione's arms the moment she walked in. Michael ran and found comfort and safety in his mother's arms. Hermione buried her face between their heads deeply.
"I'm glad you two are alright…" she muttered into their hair, kissing their foreheads. She looked up just as the window illuminated a purple streak of light.
"You two stay behind me," she ordered, and very slowly, they peeked out the window to see the commotion.
"Come out, come out, Greengrass!" Draco was shouting, turning a full 360 degrees, pointing his wand at a random bush. He licked his lips hungrily, wanting revenge for all this years.
"Drakkie," a voice cooed shrilly in a perfect impersonation of Pansy Parkinson, and Astoria Greengrass shot out of a tree, her wand flashing. "Why weren't you there when they released me from that dreadful prison?" she asked, pouting.
"Because I never wanted you released, you sniveling slut," Draco retorted coolly, and that removed the blonde's flirtatious manner. She growled and sent a number of curses towards him. They targeted him like missiles and torpedoes, and luckily, they missed.
"What did that dreadful Mudblood do to you?" she shrieked, twirling her wand this way and that. Draco danced around, dodging everything. At this, he snarled. Michael heard that and he suddenly wanted to fight that woman, too.
"You don't have anything against Hermione," he said, "and Muggles. You've been venturing out into the Muggle world, have you?"
"And how did you say that?" she spat.
"Because of that wig of yours. Truly whimsical… even the shape is unrealistic!"
She snapped. "This isn't a wig, you fool! This is my hair!" She glanced up to see Hermione's forehead quickly withdrawing, bared her teeth, and directed her next spell, a Disarming one, through the window. It hit the floor, bounced off the walls, and finally hit the mirror, cracking it into millions of little glass shards.
Hermione, Megara, and Michael all crouched down beside Megara's bed. Darkness surrounded them again. No lights were illuminated anymore. Though the gardens were too quiet… there wasn't any sound of a struggle… yet Hermione knew this was just a false sense of security.
An hour passed, and they still were crouching beside Megara's bed. Hermione wiped sweat from her forehead, clutching her wand with a sweaty hand. She gripped it tightly again and strained her ears for any sound.
"Stay down no matter what happens, okay?" she muttered to the twins. They nodded. Michael voiced something aloud.
"Is daddy okay?"
Hermione looked into his hazel eyes, which showed worry, and sighed, feeling it was mirrored in her eyes, too.
"I hope he is…" she whispered. She peeked over the sheets and found that the door stood ajar. How stupid can she get?
She made to close the door when a toy squeaked.
She whirled around and directed the first spell that came to mind. It hit something invisible, and a steady wheeze was heard, eerily disembodied.
"Show yourself, Greengrass," she said confidently. Moments later, the blonde appeared, crouching in laughter, clutching her stomach. Hermione knew it was wrong to attack now, but she knew Harry hesitated on a situation like this against Draco in second year. It was better that she attacked.
"Expelliarmus!" she cried, pointing at the wand beside Astoria. It flew to her hand, and she chucked it aside, frowning. She bound the wheezing blonde to the ground and interrogated.
"What did you do to him?" she spoke dangerously. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Megara shiver and hug her twin more closely as they watched.
"Stupid," the blonde replied, "I didn't – do… anything to him… Haha… Get me out of this!" she shouted, struggling to break free.
"You won't be able to, Greengrass," Hermione stated coldly, standing up and looking down on her. Astoria stopped struggling instantly, then slowly tilted her head up to look at Hermione, grinning wickedly.
"You think so, Granger?" she muttered softly, using her maiden name and ignoring her new surname. She leapt on Michael's bed and pointed her wand at Hermione, who dodged the spell. They dueled like when Molly Weasley did against Bellatrix Lestrange, both snarling, both twirling and dodging, both firing to kill. The floor was shaking so much; the twins thought elephants were trampling on the house.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Astoria cried out, but the wand wasn't pointing at Hermione; instead, it was directed towards Michael.
"Nooooooooo!" Hermione screamed, and, transfiguring a ragdoll to a protective statue, it caught the spell and shattered, mixing marble rubble with the shards from the mirror. Hermione flung herself to the twins, protecting them, making the stupidest thing she would've done in a battle at the same time.
"That wasn't fun, Granger," Astoria stated, crouching down, picking up her wand and eyeing it wistfully. "You made it too easy for it to be called a fight. And I even thought you were better than this to be included in the Golden Trio!" she snorted, laughing.
"Let's see… Ah, yes. Granger, give me your children for exchange of your precious Draco. I promise I won't hurt them," Astoria said, grinning what she thought was an innocent smile. Hermione looked over her shoulder where the shattered mirror faced them, and she saw Astoria cross her fingers behind her back.
Hermione panicked. Astoria sensed this and huffed.
"Oh come on," she said, yanking Megara's arm from Hermione's grasp. The girl squealed and struggled for her mother as the blonde raised her wand…
Ginny was silent as Hermione recounted her story until the part where her dream bolted her awake. She had her hands covering her mouth, and her tears fell fast.
"Oh, Hermione…" she said, hugging her best friend for comfort. Hermione hugged her back, clutching her as she sobbed on her shoulder, wondering what on earth she could do to save Draco. She felt so helpless and it dawned to her that maybe... just maybe... she was... a failure?
A/N: I don't know what I was thinking, I just thought about it... once again, in the shower. :DDD Hahaha.
And to those who didn't understand the flashback, try reading it again, then after 'wand', continue it on the first part. Then it'll click. :3
Reviewww, pleaseeee!