A/N: Hello People! Here is another story….It just came to me all of a sudden and I thought it'd be nice to see it in black and white. Please tell me how it is in your reviews!
Disclaimer: If I owned the characters of Harry Potter, I would go around screaming 'all hail Aishu(that's my name)!'. However, it isn't and I wouldn't.
Coerced bonds
Nauseating Findings
Chapter 1
Hermione sauntered along the lanes of Grimmauld Place. The night fell around her, the cool and crisp air ruffling her honey curls. It was a rather secluded corner, but Hermione had no fear in tracing the oh-so-familiar path home from there.
One year out of Hogwarts found Hermione as a fully-fledged witch with as much wit as one could ask for. The gift of a sharp tongue and the incessant amounts of patience are what had landed her in St Mungos as a healer.
Today had been a rare, nasty day where her shift had only ended at midnight. The stark black of the night did not scare Hermione at all. On the contrary, she felt exhilarated. The silence was palatable as was the loneliness after a long day's work.
It seemed to have rained just awhile ago. The ground was wet and slippery and Hermione wrinkled her nose slightly as water seeped in through her open-toed stiletto heels, wetting her toes. Water was gathered in puddles and Hermione hopped over them, precariously balancing on her heels.
That was when she heard it-a soft low moan. It was like the moan escaping the lips of a slowly dying man. Hermione's heart leapt as on further inspection, she realized that the puddles she had skipped across were thick blood.
Hermione walked on forward, her heart weighing down with fear as she prayed to god for her to reach home without any mishaps. It did not help that she remembered Voldermort was not dead.
Ever since she had graduated from Hogwarts, Hermione had been juggling her work, working for the order and a new course. Death eater threats had been ever-present nowadays and work forThe Order was highly demanding, causing Hermione to decide upon a package course that only asked for candidates to visit school for exams.
Hermione's footsteps quickened automatically as she rushed forward with her head down, trying to block out any visions that might get her into trouble. Unfortunately, that seemed to have been the biggest mistake she could have ever had the misfortune of making.
There, right on the ground was a body. It was sprawled across the ground, legs and arms splayed in awkward positions. "Holy Jesus," Hermione murmured, bending down against will to take a closer inspection of the body.
She could see that whoever it was was
still alive. His chest was heaving up and down as he drew long, straggled breaths. Hermione used her hand to move the long blonde hair that had wavered over his face. She gasped audibly as the destroyed face of Draco Malfoy came into view.
"Malfoy?" she breathed, her breath rising in a smoky mist out of her mouth.
Draco nodded strenuously and Hermione asked, "What happened?"
"Escaped…attacked…" Draco managed through a mouthful of bubbling blood.
Hermione's quick thinking mind flitted around, forming fast, yet practical conclusions. She could not bring Draco to her house, her parents would freak and she sure as hell could not bring him to The Order. Harry would have fits and Ron might just blast a hole through his head. Bloody hell! She needed help, but she knew she would not get it. Hermione made up her mind to bring him to her private apartment.
She hoisted him over her shoulder and focusing hard on her apartment, apparated them both to its doorstep.
A/N: That's a short chapter. Just to see how you guys find it. See if you like it. Please read and review!