Disclaimer: I don't own it, I can't steal it. They have already printed the books in her name. Oh what shall I ever do? lol...
Author's note: Okay it took me one day to post this, you cannot complain!
Chapter 7
She could hear them getting closer and closer. Tears rolled down her face as she ran. She could hear their shouts, her heart beating. They were getting closer and closer. They grabbed her and dragged her away. The death eaters laughed at her fear as Voldermort approached.
"Your parents are dead and soon you will be too", He hissed.
He raised his wand and said the killing curse. She fell to the ground, his cackling laugh echoing in her ears.
"Nooooooo", she screamed.
She was dead, gone from this world.
She heard a voice, "Hermione, Herrrmioooneeee", It moaned.
"Wake up!", the voice shouted as she opened her eyes.
Everything was blurry and she blinked a few times to clear her vision. Tears were on her face, she had a nightmare.
"Draco?", she yawned.
"Yes, are you okay?", he asked concern in his voice.
She nodded in reply, "It was just a nightmare".
"You want to tell me about it?", He asked her. His head tilted slightly to the side and his left eyebrow was ever so slightly raised.
She shook her head and tried to sit up, but Draco pushed her down.
"No no, you need to gain you strength back", he told her.
So they began the process of feeding Hermione again. This time she ate a little more, which Draco was delighted by.
After eating she fell asleep again, and Draco watched her.
She's so cute when she is asleep, he sighed. Wait where did that come from? He couldn't possibly like Granger? Could he? No he didn't like Hermione. Nope. Wait did he just call her Hermione? He was losing it; yep he had lost it.
Draco started to work on his charms essay. Every once in awhile he would glance up at her, to see her peacefully sleep. He didn't realize it, but whenever he would look up at her the corner of his lips would rise ever so slightly.
Why did he have to keep on glancing at her? She wasn't going anywhere. If she even stirred in her sleep he was likely to hear it. He tried his best not to look at her, but occasionally his eyes would wander. Eventually he walked down to the common room and sat down by the fire.
The only sounds heard were the crackling of the fire and the scratching of a quill.
Next Day
Hermione woke up feeling like she was forgetting something. Reaching into her drawer she grabber a round object. In her hand was a small glass ball, she squeezed it tight. It soon filled with crimson smoke. Yep it was a rememberall (spelling?).
She sat down on her bed trying to remember what she had forgotten. Suddenly she knew the answer and she choked back the tears that were filling her eyes. She wiped at her watery eyes and crawled over to her closet.
She grabbed a black dress that had long sleeves and went down to her knees. Putting it on she reached in for a black velvet jacket and pair of heels.
Saying a quick spell her teeth were brushed, her hair straightened, and some light makeup on her face.
Then she made her way down the stairs weakly. She felt so drained, so tired.
Draco was sitting on the couch sipping some coffee. He looked up at her spat his coffee out in shock.
"Just where do you think you are going? You need to be in bed", he told her.
"No I am going out", she snapped.
"Whoa, look you don't have the energy. And tell me where you are going, not that you are just going out", he said.
"Fine, I am going to my parent's funeral", she admitted.
Draco told her to wait and raced up the stairs. He came back down in the best muggle clothing he had. Obviously he was coming with her whether she liked it or not. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to have someone to help her through this. I mean who else knew? She wasn't going to ask Harry and Ron to come with her. She just couldn't do that. It was too hard for her, she didn't know why though. They just didn't pay attention to her, and they didn't know how to comfort her. They didn't know how she was feeling. No one seemed to notice.
Then how did Draco see? How did he see her pain? Why did he even care?
Draco grabbed onto her arm and they apparated a few blocks away from where the funeral would take place.
They walked to a church by the graveyard. She paused a minute before her hand touched the doorknob. Taking a deep breath she opened the door. She strolled in, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. This day wasn't supposed to happen until she had her kids. They were supposed to be there for her. When she got her first house, first job. They were supposed to witness her wedding. Hold her children and coo to them saying how adorable they were.
This was not supposed to happen, not like this. She walked up to the coffin and stared down at her parent's faces. A few people muttered sorry as they passed by her. She didn't pay attention to their apologies. They didn't understand. They didn't know how each sorry she heard stung like a bullet.
She looked down at her mom and dad's faces. They made their faces look so peaceful. They hadn't died peacefully. She could see their faces in her head. Their faces paper white. Their eyes wide and their mouths open in fear. Their hands out trying to shield themselves from the light that consumed their bodies. Sucking the life from them
She could vision it all. She could hear their screams, feel their heartbeats stop, and smell their fear. No she hadn't been there when they died, but the scene played over and over in her heard. Maybe somehow a vision was sent to her. She could see it all in her head, like she had actually been there.
They hadn't died peacefully at all. They hadn't died with their eyes closed or their hands in their lap. They hadn't died in their nicest clothes. They didn't dress up expecting to die. No they hadn't expected it. They were shown no mercy from the death eaters. They killed them instantly. They laughed at their pleas. They didn't give them a chance to fight back. No they did not. The last thing her parents heard was their cackling laughs. Ringing in their ears before slipping into darkness.