Chapter 10: "Running Away."

Hermione began to wonder if it would be like a normal wedding and decided against the thought. Voldemort would probably be the minister and the flower girls would probably be part veela. The ring-bearer would probably be another unknown pureblood relative of Draco's.

"Maybe this is all just coincidence." She thought aloud.

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Meanwhile, Draco was having his Dad drive him to the chapel. "I'm glad we have no religion." He muttered.

"Since I was released for this very special occasion, I also have to say something. Lord Voldemort will read the vows." His Father, Lucius Malfoy said.

Draco's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Voldemort? Reading the vows? What the hell?

"Don't look so surprised, boy!" Shouted his Father. "It's an honour for him to even be there!"

That is what you think. Draco thought spitefully.

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Narcissa Malfoy, whom she was having a good conversation with, was driving Hermione. Until, unexpectedly, she asked her about Draco.

"Answer this truthfully, do you love my son? Because the last time I saw you, you were saying how much you hated him."

Hermione held her breath as she thought. Did she love him just because he loved her? Was it true love or just a crush? True, she said she loved him already… There was her answer. However, she was not about to say it.

"To tell you the truth, I feel exactly the same about him. I hate him, Voldemort, and I would never marry him unless I had to like now… However, I will not be there, anyway. I don't like Draco, or even remotely want him." She said before sending Narcissa a dark look before kicking open the limo door to her right and jumped out.

She yelled incoherently as she rolled down the hill, the sharp rocks cutting into her skin. She could hear her dress being ripped and her legs ached and she felt the blood and saw it around her and did not notice the tree she was rolling towards until everything went black and red.

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Draco sighed as he looked over at his Father driving and scowled. Voldemort will not have an heir… He thought defiantly and scooted towards the door to his left.

"Now Draco, what do you think you're doing?" Asked Lucius, whose well-trained blue eyes were watching him from the visor.

"Running away." Draco said truthfully, and opened the door and stuck one foot out before putting the other and placed them on the ground. Immediately, gravity pulled him out onto the grass and he found himself rolling down a hill.

"Hermione, we'll have our wedding soon enough!" He shouted. He looked with his grey eyes rapidly around and felt a strange swirling feeling in his stomach. Then- it raced through his mind. How was he going to find her? Moreover, where would she go? When he glanced to his left he saw a tree, he grabbed the grass tightly and swung himself around that he only had his feet crash into the tree and not his head. "Go figures. Even God's against me. I almost became unconscious by an inch!" He slowly stood and sighed as he walked down the hill as he searched for Hermione.

"Unn…" He heard a groan from in front of a tree to his left and arched an eyebrow, a disgusted look on his face. His expression completely changed though when he saw Hermione. He smiled sadly and walked over to her and bended down when he'd gotten to her and watched her until he saw her stir and scooped her up into his arms and smirked at her when she opened her eyes.

"My knight in a black tuxedo…" She said in a strained voice and smiled at him, though it was strained. "My legs hurt… Plus I didn't expect-" But she couldn't speak any longer, Draco had kissed her, and hard. Rough and chaste, though it was only a blink in time though not forgotten when both of them stopped it.

"We're running away, alright." He said, his eyes smiling mischievously at her. "I have a sixth-sense for beautiful distressed ladies."

"Running away… That was what I was thinking!" Hermione said appreciatively as her knight walked across the road now and towards their fate.

"I didn't want to be in that kind of wedding, anyway. I imagined the ring-bearer was going to be a ferret and…" Draco started spilling out his thoughts to her as he headed towards a house.

"We're going to appearate. But how?" Hermione asked after Draco had said all his thoughts.

Draco shrugged. "Unless you want to go the floo-powder way."

"I guess…"

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I am guessing no one expected this… I had another experience with my ADD and writer's block again. I think I will update every two days or every Friday.

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