Disclaimer: Dont own anything but the plot, not the characters or the Death eaters.
Chapter One
Two Weeks Earlier
Exhausted I walked into the local bar of the area I was now resided. I had been living in this small village for four months now which was unusual for me; I just couldn't bring myself to leave. At a stretch I only stayed in one place for two to three months but this time it was different. This time I had something to stay for. Stood behind the bar with his usual smirk was Draco. He worked at the bar most evenings and I had met him my first day here.
On my first day in this small town I had walked into the bar looking for something to pass the time and found something much more.
"So what can I get you?" the handsome bar man asked.
"Whiskey" was my only reply
"You sure about that, its strong stuff you know?" He looked at me with a puzzled gaze and I just nodded.
"Well here you go" he handed over the glass and watched gobsmacked as I knocked back the whole thing.
"If I must say so myself that was quite impressive" He smirked at me and then held out a hand for me to shake "I'm Draco"
"Well Draco I'm not your typical girl, the names Hermione" Shaking his hand as i relied, I could help but smirk back at him
From that moment on we had been friends. I had come to the bar every night after my crappy job in the local book shop. I wasn't getting paid much but I really enjoyed it. Draco would work here for a couple of hours then we would usually go for a walk or go star gazing. However today was very different. When I had sat down at the bar Draco had walked over to his fellow employee and then left into the backroom. Five minutes later he came towards me carrying his usual leather bag.
Draco was tall and had the most amazing white blonde hair which was usually messed up by the amount of times he ran his fingers through it. He was lean but has quite a bit of muscle too which could be seen through the shirts he wore. By far my most favourite feature of his was his grey eyes. They were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and I was mesmerised every time I looked into them. Today he was wearing black jeans with a black shirt which complimented his hair extremely well and emphasised his muscles. All in all he looked good and I wasn't the only girl looking. He shook me out of my ogling by grabbing my arm, pulling me up and dragging me out of the bar.
"Draco I didn't even get to have one drink" I whined as he pulled me down the street to his house. I never understood why he lived there when his uncle owned and lived in the bar.
"Hermione I will explain when we get into the house but for now just stop asking questions" His voice was husky and serious. Something was wrong.
Hastily he unlocked the door and dumped his bag on the floor in his hall then continued on to his kitchen. I followed him into the kitchen and sat down at his breakfast bar facing him as he moved around the kitchen. Once there he put the kettle on and grabbed two mugs from the cupboard above the sink. His house was homely and extremely tidy. His kitchen was light and open with pale blue walls. All his cupboards were made from dark wood and his sides were marble. It was not the first time I found myself wondering how he was able to afford all this on his bar salary.
"Hermione there were people looking for you in the bar? I don't know who they are but they looked rough" At this my stomach dropped, it meant I would have to leave.
"What did you tell them?" My voice was tight and strained; I really didn't want to go.
"Are you mixed up in something? Maybe I can help" He looked genuinely concerned.
"WHAT DID YOU TELL THEM?" At this point I was shouting at him and I had pounced from my seat and was at the other side of the breakfast bar only inches away from him.
"I told them I didn't know who you were, that I had never met you. What's going on?" He didn't step back but stood his ground.
"That's good it means I can leave quicker this time" I turned to move but he grabbed hold of my arm so I was still facing him.
"You're not going anywhere till you've explained yourself. You can't leave me here" His voice was soft and his eyes sparkled with hurt. The look on his face convinced me to spill all my deep dark secrets and I just couldn't stop myself.
"Ok you finish making the tea and then I will tell you everything" with that i turned and walked into his crimson living room plopping myself down on his dark leather sofa in front of his mahogany coffee table.
Not long after this he walked in to the room and sat next to me after putting the two matching cups of tea on the table. He sat patiently waiting for me to begin the story of my life.
"I have always been different to other children. I grew up in, well I guess you could call it a Cult and my dad was the leader. Everything he says is law and everybody listens and respects him. This wasn't your average Cult. We were special, gifted so to speak. From birth I have been able to do things that other people cannot. This was expected by my parents as they are the same. So the Cult set out to find more people like me and collect them by any means necessary. I was trained from a young age to become one of them, a Death eater. To find innocent people and force them to become monsters. I knew exactly what my fate would be so when my sixteenth birthday came and my training ended I escaped. I have been running since then, my father sent his minions after me but they haven't been able to catch me." I stopped to look at Draco and give it a minute to sink in.
"What can you do?" His voice was quiet but curious
"Well I can read minds and i can compel certain people to do what I want, i can thank my parents for those too but i can also do a little bit of teleporting" I couldn't stop the smirk that stretched across my face.
His only response was "I knew I wasn't alone"
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