Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. No infringement is meant by this piece. I am not making money off of it, nor am I responsible for the characters. I only own the plot.
"Hermione!" I screamed as I pushed my way past the vapid and shallow bystanders. She looked awful. Her hair was matted with dried blood, and her clothes were ripped and dirty. She had long gashes on either side of her face indicating the curses my father had used on her. I wanted nothing more than to cradle her in my arms and tell her everything was going to be alright. So I did. In front of all those people, in front of family, friends, and most especially, my father; I hugged her to me and began to pepper kisses all over her cheeks, hands, eyelids, basically anything I could touch.
The other guests at the party looked on shocked at the display they were witnessing. Whispers of "What's going on and why is she here?" began to filter throughout the room. The arrival of 1/3 of the Golden Trio caused the ballroom to become abuzz with excitement. The arrival was completely unexpected and unfortunately very upsetting to witness. Hermione Granger had arrived. Unfortunately to some, it was the arrival of a ghost. You see, Hermione Granger is dead in the wizarding world, and the muggle world if you want to be technical. She has been missing for a little over 6 months. Locator spells, appearance charms, and good old fashioned (witch!) hunts went on for 3 months. Each and every spell, charm, and person that was sent out to find her, came back empty handed. The only way those spells would not work is if the person being searched for is dead. Thus 3 months after the first search, the wizarding world attended the funeral of one Hermione Granger.
But here she was; in person! Alive, though not completely healthy by the looks of her. The doors to the parlor entrance burst open and 2 wizards leading a pack of over a dozen aurors rushed towards me and my Hermione. Weasley and Potter. The dynamic duo as they had come to be known in the auror leagues. During their training they had become especially good when working alongside each other. No surprise there. I always had thought them to be poofs, but apparently they aren't. Ginny Potter's belly can attest to that. Either way, here they were rushing at me at full speed, and my first reaction was to protect Hermione. I turned her away from them, and placed myself as the barrier between my broken love, and their careless running. Good thing too, seeing as Weasley ending up running into my back in his haste. Here it comes.
"MALFOY!" he screamed, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HERMIONE! GIVE HER HERE!"
"Fuck off Weasel." Not the best comeback, but give me a break. My love stirred at the sound of his voice though, and she turned her head.
A ghost of a smile graced her lips, and she uttered two words.
"Love...Draco."