A/N: Hi guys. This chapter's a little bit longer than the first one, but it's still a bit short. Bare with me, alright? :D . Oh, and Hermione's age is 21. You can pretty much estimate everybody else's age from there.
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own Harry Potter or any of the characters used (except a few random extras that may be used) in this story. All is owned by Mrs. Rowling.
Anywee, enjoy!
Instead of sleeping, Hermione decided to take a walk outside. There was no particular destination; she was just walking aimlessly, thinking about him.
Those moments where they sat on her sofa, staying up all night to watch television but never seemed to pay any attention to it. Shooting glances at each other caused a make-out session.
What a git, Hermione continued to repeat in her mind.
Snapping out of her thoughts, she realized the strolled aimlessly into a dead-end alley. Turning around to leave the seemingly dire atmosphere, she felt a beefy hand grab her forearm. Her instincts getting the better of her, she spun around to inspect her predator. It was a tall man wearing a grey tank top and navy blue boxers. She noticed the smell of alcohol each time he exhaled.
"Don't leave now, baby. The fun hasn't even started." The man said in a low voice, causing the terrified girl to shiver. Using her free hand, she reached down to feel her brown boots, feeling nothing but its soft material.
Oh no, she thought, I forgot my wand.
She yanked her trapped arm forward, a pathetic attempt to get away. The man merely chuckled at her antics, obviously amused. He took his other hand and grabbed her free arm, trapping her completely.
"Let me go, you inconsiderate smeg-head!" Hermione countered with a brave front. She possessed this habit to always show no fear, even though she was a cowering little girl on the inside.
At this, she heard another chuckle; only this time, it was a deeper voice. "I quite agree with the lass, you should piss off." The unknown savior said to the man who had Hermione trapped.
"And what if I don't?" The drunk retorted. Hermione felt two strong hands grab at her waist and pull her back. Due to the surprise, the man lost his grip on her.
"Crucio!" Her savior shouted while pointing a wand at the man. Soon, the once strong and beefy git was on the floor writhing and twitching in pain. "Obliviate," she heard from his mouth. Hermione let out a sigh of relief, noticing that she was holding her breath.
"You know, Granger. It's not exactly the best plan to leave your wand at home." Hermione slowly turned around to meet her lifesaver's eyes. They were a mesmerizing grey with the lightest shade of Periwinkle blue.
"Malfoy? Draco Malfoy?" Hermione let her jaw drop a bit, but composed herself.
Another chuckle came from his mouth, and then a smirk spread across his face.
"Well, isn't someone glad to see me?"
Oh, Draco. c; .
I was gonna delete this story since nobody reviewed, but then I checked my email and saw that a few people added this to their alerts/favorites. I don't like to let anybody down, so I'm like, "Meeh, what the hey. I'll write it for them. :D ."
I'm not asking for reviews since I don't like to force anybody. I just hope you enjoyed this chapter.
