Chapter 2! :3
Hermione landed in her countryside farm house, weeping loudly, before stumbling inside.
Hermione stayed at the farm for two weeks. No one knew where she was. She was in hiding. She was so depressed that she stayed upstairs for most of it. So she didn't notice the many owls from Ron that arrived downstairs.
Hermione finally resolved to get on with life. She hopped down the stairs, trying to brighten her mood. Walking into the kitchen, she made herself some scrambled eggs on toast, and poured some fresh orange juice. She downed it all in one. Seeing as she had been upstairs for a fortnight, she had only been eating magically-conjured food, and that tends to get a bit boring after a while. Hermione liked doing things the muggle way. It reminded her of her parents. Her parents were relocated in Australia, Hermione not being able to remove the memory charm she placed on them at the beginning of her Horcrux hunt with Harry and… Ron.
Ron. Hermione choked back a sob. He wasn't worth her tears. Sure, they had been friends for almost ten years, but he had cheated on her and she hated him for it.
Pansy Parkinson grabbed Blaise Zabini's hand roughly, and with a loud crack they apparated outside Hermione Granger and Ronald Wealsey's apartment.
"You know the plan right, Zabini?" Pansy sniffed, tucking some of her hair behind her ears.
"Yes. Parkinson," Blaise drawled sarcastically.
"Just shut up, and blast the damn door open," she sneered under her breath, as a muggle passed by.
Hermione walked out of the kitchen, a glass of orange juice in her hand and the latest edition of The Daily Prophet. She strolled over to the window seat, and placed the glass on the coffee table in the corner. She arranged some cushions in a comfortable fashion and started to read through the latest news in the Wizarding world.
A flutter of wings made Hermione jump out of the trance-like manner she always got in when reading. Half a dozen or so owls were perched on the far side of the living room. Standing up tentatively, she approached the owls. She quickly pulled a letter off the leg of the nearest owl to her. As she read it, she gasped, and everything seemed to fall into place.
Pansy Parkinson slammed the door shut and looked around. She nudged Blaise Zabini to the side roughly and peered up the stairs.
"Bedroom is up there," she smirked, pulling out her wand and walking up the stairs.
"You're so paranoid, Parkinson," Blaise drawled, rolling his eyes as he overtook her on the stairs.
"Shut up," she grunted, reaching the landing and pushing open the door. It revealed a plain bedroom, with a simple double bed in the middle, and a chest of drawers perched in the corner. Pansy pulled open her purse and extracted two glass vials, which had a disgusting gloopy liquid in it - if you could call it that.
"Here," she grumbled, shoving the vial into his hand.
"Why thank you, madam," he cried sarcastically, pulling a single red hair out of his pocket before popping open the cork and chucking the hair in.
"Careful!" Pansy cried, as she added her brown hair to the mixture. Blaise turned and gave her a condescending look, before downing the potion in one. He gulped it down and held his hand to his mouth warily. Pansy looked from Blaise to the vial and then closed her eyes before swallowing the substance.
To say the least… it was revolting.
DUN DUN DUHHNNNNN! I bet you've all guessed what's going on... still :3 Hope you're enjoying it - hopefully more chapters soon!