Hi, I have multiple things to say, first off, I'm sorry for not updating for quite a while. To be honest I haven't really had the motivation or will. Hopefully, I will start updating again after this.
Second, thank you to all of you who have followed, favorited, reviewed or just read the story.
Third, if you are sensitive to blood, there's no pictures or anything, just a lot of talking about it in the first part. If you are sensitive to it, you can skip ahead to the next bold part of the text. Xx
Fourth, I do not own Harry Potter or anything in that universe, only this plot. All credits go to JK Rowling.
Happy reading.
Hermione is in the great hall. It's utter and complete chaos around her. People are crying and screaming and running around. She knows only one thing. She has to find Ron. He promised that they would find each other.
"Hermione!" She turns around and finds Harry's jet black hair in the crowd.
"Harry!" She tries to make her way towards him, through the screaming and crying and running, "Did you find him?"
"He's here", He grabs her hand and pulls her towards the big doors, "hurry". As they come closer and closer to the doors the number of people reduces.
On the floor close to the door a pile of clothes lies.
He must be in the corridor then, she thinks, just as Harry stops at the pile of clothes.
"He got bitten" Harry mumbles.
"I know" She falls to her knees by the boy she has known for so long, "Ron? Can you hear me?"
He turns his head toward her. His face doesn't have the same color it usually has, now it's pale and the strongest color there is the blood. She puts her hand on his and searches for something to say, a spell to perform maybe.
"Ron?"
"Mhm?" His voice is cracky and he looks tired when he says it.
"How are you?"
"I got bitten, Mione" He smiles a weak smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes.
"We can fix this, okay?" She searches for her wand in all of her pockets, cursing herself for not knowing exactly where it is.
Harry looks at them both, backing away for a moment, he knows what will happen. Hermione finally finds her wand and starts to mumble every spell she can think of.
"Hermione, no" Ron pushes her wand away then rests his head on the ground, as if it was hard to keep it up, even for a short moment.
"Please", she begs, "I can fix this," She leans over and to look at his neck.
"No, this time, it can't be fixed". As Hermione lifts his head a pool of blood reveals itself, running fast over the floor, reaching her knees.
"We can fix this," She says again, feeling her eyes watering and her voice shaking, "we can always fix it"
"It's okay" He whispers, drying her tears away, "You'll be okay"
"You'll be okay too, Ron" She puts her hands on the floor, leaning forward. Her legs are soaked in blood, as are her hands. He looks almost like a painting with the red background and his pale face. His hair looks even redder now.
"I love you, Hermione" Hermione takes his hand in his, as his head falls back even further on the floor, "take care"
"Don't you dare leave me here," She says, tears running down her cheeks, "You hear that? Don't you dare, okay? We can fix this. I love you too" His hands suddenly feel very lifeless and his head rolls to the side.
"No, no no no no, Ron!", she whispers, "Ron!?" She feels his neck for a pulse. "RON" she screams. No reply.
She puts her bloody hand on his forehead. There is blood, so much blood. She screams his name over and over again, continuing even after Harry comes and puts his arms around her. His legs get soaked in the blood too. She pulls her hair back, trying to take a deep breath. The blood from her hands run down her hair, over her back and down to her feet.
Someone comes and puts a white towel over him. The edges get stained red, leaving the outline of a body visible, the outline of Ron visible.
She woke up with a gasp, covered in sweat and tears and in panic. Her hands shook and she couldn't bring herself to calm down. Just breathe, she told herself, just breathe. We couldn't have saved him, he was too hurt. But the only thing on her mind was the big cut on his back that no one noticed, but also the biggest source of all the blood. All the grotesque amount of blood.
-LINE- (the blood won't be mentioned again after this x)
Draco woke up with a jerk by a knock at his door. He turned in his bed. In the open door, a girl with wet, brown hair was standing. Draco sat up on the edge of the bed.
"Hermione? What are you doing here?"
She just shook her head. He got up. As he got closer he noticed her red, shiny eyes and the tearstains all over her face. He pulled her into a tight hug.
"I'm sorry", she whispered, "I couldn't think of anyone else to go to"
"What happened?
"I- I can't talk about it" She dried a single tear of her chin and looked up at him. "Can I stay here tonight?"
"Of course" He whispered as he pulled her into the room and closed the door behind them, "I'll get you something to change to"
Hermione started to pull her hoodie off as Draco went through his closet in the search for clothes for the broken girl on his bedroom floor.
As she changed into another pair of his pajamas he looked out the window at the pouring rain, thinking about what could possibly have gotten her so upset. He heard Hermione using a drying spell behind him and turned around, and examined her from top to toe. His pajama pants were a bit too big for her, he couldn't even see her toes, and the t-shirt was too big on her as well, but it was dry and soft so he figured it would work.
She turned away from Draco and wiped away another tear.
"Hey", he sat down on the bed, pulling her to him, "it's okay, whatever it is, it's going to be okay"
She buried her face in his chest.
"Come on, let's put you to bed" Draco scootched to the top of the bed and pulled Hermione along. When he laid down she followed, hiding her shaking body under the warm covers of his bed, and resting her head close to his chest.
As Draco put his arms around her she realized that this was the first time, in a very long time, that she felt safe. Here, she realized, she could stay forever
The next morning when Draco woke up Hermione was still asleep, so he tried not to wake her as he got up to make some tea. As the water boiled on the stove Draco found a note from Blaise saying that he was at work, and stated that Draco was making dinner tonight.
How kind of him.
As he poured the hot water into a kettle Hermione emerged from the bedroom.
"Good morning," He said with a smile.
She pulled some of her hair out of her eyes.
"Good morning," She said with a weak smile.
"How did you sleep?"
"Quite well surprisingly," she said mildly.
He brought out a few scones from the cupboard and places two mugs on the counter.
"Tea?"
"Yes please"
Draco gestured at the couch, and they sat down next to each other. Hermione quietly took a sip of the tea and scanned the apartment. Last time she was here she had been in such a hurry to leave that she hadn't noticed the big window or the beautiful green couch. The apartment was pretty and nice, and she liked it. The books lying around everywhere didn't really make her like it less, I mean they were pretty good books.
"Is it your books lying around everywhere?"'
Draco looked around to see what she was talking about.
"Oh yeah, those, they're mine. What about them?"
"They look good. I need some recommendations, you have any?"
"Well have you read 'Pride and Prejudice'?"
"Yes, I have" She smiled.
"How about 'David Copperfield'?
"Already read that..."
"'Adventures of Huckleberry Finn'? 'Enchanted Encounters'? 'The Island of Doctor Moreau'?"
"Yes, yes and no. Is it any good?"
"Not the best one I've ever read but, yeah, pretty good"
Hermione smiled and looked down at her tea.
The conversation was pretty easy to carry on from there, and they both knew that they would have been friends in Hogwarts if they would have had the chance.
Hermione once again looked at her mug and smiled.
"You want some more tea?"
She nodded and Draco filled up the mug. She took a sip, looked at the mug and laughed.
"Look at us, we're basically a couple already"
Draco paused for a moment then opened his mouth to talk.
"Why don't we make it official then?" He smiled nervously.
"What are you saying?" She leaned forward, but almost spilled tea all over herself. She fetched a towel and tried to dry up the stain on the couch. Draco watched her with a smile.
"Do you want to be my girlfriend, Hermione?"
She looked up from drying the couch.
"Only if you want to be my boyfriend..?" She smiled. Draco's face was painted with the most beautiful smile, and Hermione's eyes had those golden sparks in them, those that Draco really adored.
"It's settled then" He smiled as Hermione took another sip of her tea, unable of stopping to smile.
There she sat, Draco thought, on his couch, in his pajamas, drinking his tea, and he didn't mind it. The opposite actually, he didn't want her anywhere but there; smiling at him. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this happy.
Hermione pulled her hair back and looked at him.
"So, boyfriend" She smiled, "what are you doing this week?"
"Well, I was thinking about maybe going to work tomorrow"
"Oh, Merlin! Work!" She quickly stood up, ready to run.
"It's Sunday"
"Oh right..." She quietly sunk back to her seat.
Just as Draco opened his mouth to talk someone knocked on the door, interrupting the conversation.
"I'll get it," he said apologizingly and walked to the hall.
As he opened the door, both of his parents stormed into the room, knocking over a vase on the way in.
"Why?" His father asked.
"What?" Draco didn't have the time nor energy to deal with his parents at the moment.
"Why did you break up with Adeline? You were perfect for each other" his father stated, and his mother, to his big dismay, nodded along.
He crossed his arms.
Well, this is just perfect.
I don't have time for this right now. How in the world am I going to explain this to my parents, with her in the next room, without them causing a scene and cursing us all?
"Why did you break up with her?" His father's voice was awfully loud.
"Who is it, Draco?" Hermione showed up at his side, leaning a bit on him. All parts (except Draco) were equally shocked by this meeting. His father looked Hermione up and down, and his face, Draco noticed, was dangerously red.
"Her?" Was all he could get out.
"Excuse me for a moment" Hermione quietly snuck away to the bedroom, starting to look for her clothes, but quickly abandoned that idea, as Draco probably put them somewhere she didn't know.
She instead pulled out a white t-shirt from Draco's closet and put it on instead of the pajamas.
"What are you doing?" Draco closed the door behind him.
"I'm getting dressed so I can get out of here" She went through his pants drawers, in the hopes of maybe finding something that wasn't too much too big.
"Okay"
Hermione started looking for her wand instead, cursing herself for probably leaving it in the living room.
"Here," Draco held out a brown paper bag towards her, "I know it's silly, but I bought this for you..."
She grabbed the bag, finding a black skirt inside.
"Thank you, that is so sweet" She put the skirt on and examined herself in the mirror. The skirt was of Manchester fabric, mid-thigh long, was high waisted, and had a few copper buttons at the top.
"How did you know my size?"
"Magic," he smiled. Hermione tucked the white shirt into the skirt and turned to her boyfriend.
"You look beautiful," he said.
"Thank you" She stood up on her toes and kissed him. Together they walked by the living room to get the wand. In the hall, Draco kissed her goodbye and shut the door behind her. He turned to his parents, both sitting on the couch in the living room, where he and Hermione had been sitting only minutes ago. This fight was going to be rough.
Thank you for reading. I hope you liked it. I would love to hear your thoughts in the reviews. X -H