This is my first ever fanfiction, so please review to help me improve! I hope you enjoy it the first ever chapter of Miss You Too, a Draco and Hermione fanfic ...
Hermione Granger sat on the Hogwarts Express with her cheek lightly pressed against the cool window whilst her breath steamed it up so that the rain that fell heavily on the other side was nearly invisible. She was sat staring blankly into nothingness, however to someone looking in at her from the outside would think she was just admiring the fast changing scenery.
Her eyes were blank and her face was tired and haggard from lack of sleep, her brow also had a single crease in it so she looked like she was concentrating very hard on something, whilst her cheeks were thin on her bones and slightly blushed from the cold that had escaped from outside into her carriage. She was wearing her pristine new Hogwarts robe that paraded the Gryffindor colours, red and yellow on her slender figure that complemented her brown hair bring put the natural god highlights. Her tie was as neat and equal as normal around her thin neck and her top button was done up to look tidy, the only addition to her uniform this year was a large and shiny badge with the Hogwarts crest on it and stones impregnated into the surface; the badge read 'Head Girl'.
The moving scenery made her think of how different her life was compared to last year and how quickly the past year had sped by and how it had changed everything. This time last year Harry, Ron and Hermione would be sitting together joking and chatting about their past six weeks at The Burrow during the summer holiday. Ron would be scoffing his face full of chocolate frogs whilst Harry would be attempting to discuss the previous Quidditch game with him, she would be quietly reading in the corner; her lips slightly upturned at content of the book that she held in her lap whilst reading intently. Every now and again she would pause, look up at her two best friends and moan at Ron for eating too much, or ask Harry about the upcoming year and the lessons and joys it would be sure to bring. She smiled at this memory and wished so much that they could be here right now; but they weren't, this year was so very different. Everything had changed. Her world has been flipped, turned and crushed into a crumpled mess forgotten on the floor.
The past year had been stressful and hard work, but Hermione didn't understand how much she would miss all the simple things she had taken for granted until they were all snatched away from her in one fowl sweep. The start of the past holiday started as normal with all Weasleys and Harry residing to The Burrow where she would join them a week later after seeing her parents. Just ten days into the greatly anticipated holiday brought the announcement that had begun it all. She remembered the day exactly; the 3rd August - this date she would remember forever.
All the Weasleys, excluding Percy and Bill and Fleur who were planning their wedding for later on in year, were sitting at the crowed dining table. The atmosphere was been joyful and relaxed as always until Arthur Weasley walked through the door hours before he was expected with a look of sorrow etched onto his face. Hermione could hardly bare to think of the following conversation as she already had a lump in her throat, but to sum it up; The Weasleys had been forced to move away. Arthur had lost his job at the Ministry and the Order had been found out as someone had betrayed them and turned in all their information to the death eaters. All their lives were in grave danger as Voldemort was on their trail; their only hope was to flee to America in hope that they would not be followed. This news had broken them all. Fred and George were forced to relocate shops to America under new names and Arthur had found a new muggle job in a large company – keeping within the muggle community would help them keep safe and un-noticed. They had found a small house that Molly, Arthur, Ron and Ginny would share as all the other Weasley's had jobs away from home in Europe and only had to look after themselves meaning they were much less vunerable then the main family. Ron and Ginny were to be sent to a new school of Witchcraft and Wizardry that was best known for being a place for wizards and witches without hope, their only claim to fame was their bad reputation for their bad OWL and NEWT grades. It was the complete opposite of Hogwarts; it was almost an offence degrading Ron and Ginny from such a fine to school to such a bad one. At least they didn't have many years to withstand there and they had both completed the basic OWL course with good grades. After their school was complete there wasn't much hope for them in the wizarding world until the war was over, as they couldn't make themselves noticed in case of the wrong people finding them. For them it was like living in isolation, Hermione must be at least thankful that she could stay at Hogwarts this year even though it wouldn't be the same, it would never be the same.
The rest of the holiday had a horrible abeyance to it. It was mostly full with packing and preparation for the upcoming move and Harry and Hermione had helped as much as they could, however although they all tried to hide their emotions everyone was devastated and scared, devastated at the present but even more scared for the future. She vividly remembered one day when she and Ginny were helping Molly tidy up the kitchen after dinner when all of a sudden Molly fell to the floor in tears. Hermione had never seen her as vulnerable and weak looking as she did then as Molly had always been the positive, strong woman at the centre of the family. But that night she literally broke down and all she and Ginny could do was to lie to her and say everything would be alright. Molly was leaving her whole life; including her house, many of her possessions and her extended family; Harry and Hermione-it would be like her leaving two of her own children behind. Ginny had constantly stayed very strong for her family, but Hermione could see through her mask and new that on the inside she was broken.
Hermione sighed as she thought of their final departure, just two days ago. That day she had lost almost everything; her family, her home, her support - but most importantly her friends. In the past five years she had become very close to every one of the Weasleys, she now considered them all her family and she considered the Burrow her home as she had spend many a day there in the past years. Mostly she would miss Ron and Ginny; they made up two of her three best friends. She would miss their company, their smiles, their ginger hair and Weasly jumpers. Ron had been there through all their escapades and knew exactly how she felt when both of them had been dragged into the world of Harry Potter and both had endangered their lives for each other many times to save each other necks. They had been through a lot together and they had always been there for each other; through the tears of joy and of sadness. They had shared many jokes and arguments with each other over the years and they had become such close and trusting friends.
She would also miss the youngest and only female Wealsey sibling, being the friend of two teenage boys had taken its toll on Hermione and Ginny had been her saviour, like an angel in her time of need. She understood things Harry and Ron could never understand, from boy trouble to friend trouble to stress trouble. Ginny understood the idiot Ron could be sometimes and she was always a shoulder that Hermione she could count on crying on though all the fights that happened over the years. She just wished she had spent her time with them much better and not wasted it on silly break-up that took up some of their precious but limited time they had together. However, now it was all gone, they were all gone. They had promised her that they would keep in touch and would regularly send owls; they had told her that they would meet again before the year was out, but every one of them knew that next few months would be hard and seeing each other's faces again in the near future was nothing more than an unlikely dream.
Many tears flowed on their departure as they were literally leaving their lives behind. Arthur had organised muggle transportation to America by a plane which was a new experience for all of them, Arthur had driven them to a muggle airport and Hermione had helped them all check in their luggage as they were inexperienced at the muggle customs that came with flying on a plane. Once all of this was done she and Harry were forced to say goodbye as they couldn't go through security. She had been putting off this moment all summer even though she knew it was inevitable, now it was time for her to face her fears. The end was nigh and it seemed sad that their time together as a trio had to end in such a cold and boring place such as an airport compared to the many adventures that has fought through together. When it was time to say their final Hermione could feel herself breaking on the inside, falling into a million pieces as she saw them go; she gave them all a very large hug whilst tears streamed down her face and left wet marks on each of their clothing. She left Ron for last and after sharing one last group hug with him and Harry that seemed to only last a second she gave him a light peck on the cheek (something she had never done before) ,he blushed the violent red that she had become so used to ,then turned on the spot to catch up with his waiting family. Not having any guarantee she would never see their smiling faces or knitted jumpers again hit her very hard, she was on the verge of shattering. She only had one more thing worth fighting for and that was Harry Potter.
However, that was just the start; the worst was still were to come just one day later when Harry told her the words that would make the pieces that held her together shatter onto the floor; he would be leaving.
They were staying in The Leaky Cauldron until school began Hermione was just heading out to get her new robes;
'Hermione, I've got to tell you something, don't get mad, please, just hear me out'
'What is it Harry?' she replied sitting down on her bed looking up at him expectantly. He came and sat next to her and looked her straight in the eyes.
'Ron's departure made me realise that I have to do something about Voldemort, I can't keep on letting people flee from their homes because he has threatened them. That's not fair, it's ruining lives. 'He kept eye contact with her through this whole speech.
'I agree that it is wrong Harry, we all know that. But what are you implying?'
'I'm leaving Hermione, I'm going after him. I have an idea where most of the Horcruxes are and I'm going alone. I am not letting this disrupt your studies and I want you to be safe. However, I do think that we will need to keep regular owls to each other as you are the smartest and you will be inside Hogwarts. I am not going back there Hermione, I am so sorry, I know you don't need this after Ron's departure but I know what is right; I've thought it all through and I am leaving today. I need to get away from here, I need to stop him'.
'Harry, stop! What do you mean; you can't leave me, not here, not on my own!' she told him as she tried to decipher his word as they made no sense to her. She was desperately trying to keep calm but she could feel herself going into hysterics whilst he questioned her eyes.
'I'm sorry, I've got to go' with that he picked up him cloak, lightly kissed my forehead and left, shutting the door quietly behind him; he didn't even let her put up a fight. She needed to go; she couldn't do this on her own. She didn't give a damn about her studies, what use were they in a broken world anyway? No matter, she was frozen in place unable to chase after him as she so much wanted to do, so she just sat there for an immeasurable length of time, time meaning nothing. It was not until she heard a knock at the door calling room service and she wiped her hand over her face that she realised that she was crying.
Back to the present she wiped her hand over her face again, reliving the memory. Again she saw that a single tear was on her hand. After that tears rolled down her cheeks at an unstoppable pace, each falling onto her lap where her hands were ringed tight. That was it, she was left all alone.
Just then she heard the door open and to her horror she saw who was standing in it. Then she felt her heart drop – her life was now officially over.
'Granger?'
'Malfoy?'
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