It's True, Hermione's a DHr Shipper!
Chapter 2: And the game begins…..
Click click click click. Down the sidewalk. It was really getting annoying. Hermione kicked off her shoes in a nearby bush. "Meh" she told them, leaning over threateningly, glaring at them. /Concentrate, Hermione, you're supposed to be stalking./
It was early in the morning and a very sleep-deprived Hermione was following Draco as he left his hotel room. She grabbed a bottle out of her pocket. A pocket of a set of dirty clothes that were over a week old. Looking at the back of the bottle, she read, "adults: swallow one to two pills." Hermione dumped out six and started chewing on them. She was beginning to build up a tolerancy and it was getting annoying. Caffeine pills were rather expensive. Then again, she didn't exactly have any income. But oh well. She had to focus on the task at hand: Draco was leaving to go to work. He had a desk job at the ministry. She would watch him for hours as he wrote away, it never got old. It was so exciting!
Last night had been pretty bad though: Draco had managed to escape her for a while- she had been reading some fanfiction that she had printed up at Draco's office while he was shucking corn in his hotel kitchen and then she looked up and he was gone. (She had been watching through a tiny hole that she had drilled in the wall when she was setting up the surveillance site).The panic that she had felt was immense. /focus! You. Are. A. Professional. Stalker. And. Will. Not. Lose. Focus./
She lost focus so easily now. But Hermione had no choice: it was either sleep or draco-watching, and she chose Draco. She had to choose Draco, for without him…..well, she could not even bear the thought. Draco turned into a store. Wasn't he supposed to be going to work? But with that beautiful hair and adorable face, he could do whatever he wanted and she would still lov- "WHAT?" Hermione practically shouted. He greeted a woman inside of the store. "Is that bastard seeing another woman? How could he- he has no one more dedicated to him than me- I am the perfect girlfriend!"
Hermione ran crying back to her hotel room. She could not force herself to watch.
As she ran, it became impossibly hard to breathe, a hand was clutching at her chest, collapsing her lungs even as she tried to breathe. She knew that the demons had returned. Hermione dropped to a walk, cautiously creeping forward, unsure of exactly what was happening. A dead leaf skipped toward her, as though borne along by an unseen hand. She could see the hand now, decomposing, a grey length with large pits where the skin had rotted away more than other places. The nails grew long, the demon was going to scratch her face. She could see hair around the face now- the hair floated around the head, as though it was in water. But there was no face. Hermione stood transfixed, trying to see behind the hand and up into where the face should be. The hand moved toward her still, and moved up to caress her cheek. Hermione screamed. A mist surrounded her. She could not see where she was headed. She reached out, batting away the swirls of fog which obscured her vision. The faceless- being – called out to her from behind.
"Wait for me, my dear!" A taunting voice. Hermione put all her effort into running back to the hotel. She did not know where it was though and was blindly running through the streets. She could see nothing but that grey mist. The hand still clutched her chest. She thought she imagined that decayed hand, running through her hair, tucking it behind her ear even as she ran. Or was that her hand? She did not know. She gasped for breath. She ran on- she saw the back of a man- she grabbed his shoulder, "Please, sir," she cried pleading, sobbing, in a desperate voice. But he turned and her bloodshot panicked eyes were met with yet another faceless form. Hermione fainted to the sound of maniacal laughter.
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