The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
YeahI'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
A/N: okay. (I can do this) Hello there! So this is my first fanfic. I really hope you like it and feel free to leave any comments or suggestions. I really enjoy writing this. I mean literally. I wrote this on a paper. I just type this now. I won't keep you long. Thank you and enjoy.
Hermione checked her wrist watch. It's almost 11:46 pm. With a sigh, she fixed her things and closed her laptop. She's been busy for the past few days, checking the profits, bills and reports of her company. Shortly a year after Voldemort died, she left the magical world for the muggle world and started a clothing business here.
There's always a reason why we leave. It was not just a sudden decision. It was not like one day you just said "hey, I'm leaving because I'm bored". That was not it. Even Harry or Ron or even Ginny weren't able to stop her from leaving. But that didn't mean that they stop being friends. They were more than that. They were a family-pure-blood, half-blood and muggle-born. They didn't care even if they're not related by blood, because frankly, they're related by hearts.
Harry and Ginny finally got their happy ending, currently married for four years. Three years after the final battle, Harry finally proposed to Ginny, and of course, Ginny said yes. Well, Hermione and Ron didn't exactly work out. Everyone's prediction was wrong. They didn't get their happy ending.
Hermione hadn't heard any news from Ron after she left six years ago. She missed him, so much. Ginny said Ron pursued a business in the magic world. By the sound of it, he seemed successful. It was not that she was bitter. It was just that she couldn't help thinking that he gave up on her after that accident. Everyone else did.
As she made her way to her red Audi R4 car, the only thing that she heard was the sound of her heels hitting the ground. Wow. Somehow, that sound only made her realized how alone she was, alone, unloved and unhappy. She got nothing left for her, except maybe if you counted money.
As she hit the main road, she decided to just stop thinking about those things. Maybe if she just let go of the things that she couldn't change or perhaps, bring back, then maybe it would be easier to move on.
One of the benefits of going home late is avoiding traffic jam. Draco could even over speed a little bit without getting caught. He made his black BMW ran even faster than it already did before. He took a sharp turn to his right. It was too dark to see that someone was crossing the road, too late to hit the break. Then all he heard was the sound of glass breaking.
Hermione was driving quietly when she happened to look at her window. At first, she thought it was just a random guy with a red hair and blue eyes. But- no! It's Ron. She hit the break and ran out of her car. Not even caring if she didn't close it or even park it. How reckless. Ron was taking long strides at the other side of the road. Not even noticing Hermione. So Hermione decided to be irrational and reckless for once and just ran across the road since only few cars passed by this time. Not in the pedestrian lane. She just keeps on running and shouting Ron's name.
Just then, a BMW took a sharp turn. Hermione's eyes widened with surprised and fear. And then, the car hit her. She could feel the sharp sting of broken shards of glass on her skin. She could feel the blood trickling down her skin. The man in the BMW hurried down towards her. He brushed the hair that had fallen on her face and gasped.
"Gr-Granger?" Malfoy said. Wait-What? Malfoy? Hermione struggled to open her eyes to make sure it was really Malfoy and not just the side effect of hitting her head quite hard. Yep. It was really Draco Malfoy. The oh so proud pure-blood. She wanted to run away but her broken bones wouldn't allow her.
Draco could see the fear on her eyes. The betrayal. The sadness. The pain. And it was all because of him. If he was just brave. If he only he wasn't a coward back then. Then maybe the look on her eyes would be different.
Hermione's slowly losing consciousness. He noticed that her eyes are slowly closing. He needed to do something. He wouldn't let her down. Not this time. He couldn't perform magic here. It was too dangerous.
"Granger, no. Don't sleep. Just hang on there. I'll call 911" He said while lightly slapping her face. He fished his cell phone from his pocket and started talking really quickly that Hermione couldn't make sense of what he's saying. The last thing she remembered before losing consciousness was Ron's face. His sparkling blue eyes. His smile that she missed so much. His voice. The way it sounded to her ears. Like it was very special. He made it special. And then, she was gone.
Draco kneeled beside Hermione's dying body after he called 911. He checked her pulse. It was very weak. If you look at her, you'll probably think that she was dead. What with the pool of blood on the road. The slight rising of her chest was the only proof that she was somehow alive. He looked at her beautiful face. The face that had gone pale. The face that was covered in blood. The face that he admired so much but wouldn't admit. He wiped the tears that had fallen from her eyes with his thumb as the sound of ambulance filled his ears.
They quickly assess Hermione's body and wheeled her away into the ambulance. He watched as the ambulance carried her away. Leaving him standing in the middle of the road. He was about to walk to his car when he noticed an open red car just a few feet away. He walked towards the car and quickly noticed a phone ringing. The picture on the phone was a smiling Hermione. He collected Hermione's cell phone, the car key and her Chanel handbag then carried it towards his car. "What a long night." He sighed. As he followed them in the hospital, he couldn't help but to think how Hermione afford these expensive things. A blackberry call phone. Chanel bag. Audi R4. Even her blood soaked clothes really look expensive. She must have been successful here in her world.
He remembered how plain looking Granger was before. Jeans. T-shirt. But then he admired her. But then, he let her down.
I'll do whatever it takes for her forgiveness. I swear to Salazar's grave.
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
-Collide by Howie day
A/N: So how was it? Did you like it? Did you hate it? Please review. I really want to upload this before school starts again.