As she stumbled forward she looked around to make sure the coast was clear before resting for the evening. It has been five days since both Harry and Ron had lost their lives at the battle of Hogwarts and now she was on the run. She could still picture the pale, dry, smiling face of Voldermort as Hagrid carried in the dead body of her best friend. She couldn't move she just watched with a slaked face as Ron jumped forward and was quickly hit with a green blast of light. She hasn't cried yet. She really hasn't had time to process what she was feeling.
She appreciated right after Ron fell. The last thing she saw was the pale blue eyes of one Draco Malfoy but for some reason those eyes weren't full of pride instead it was something else she could not place. Those eyes were gone in a millisecond.
Hermione landed by the leaky cauldron before apparating one more time just to make sure that she wasn't being followed and even if she was they would end up in a crowded place.
She ran once her feet hit the mossy ground and never once turned away. Every night she fell into a dreamless sleep she was too numb to even conjure up a nightmare, most likely because she was living one.
However, tonight was different for the first time in these five days she allowed her mind to wander to all those she left behind at the castle and what was happening to those who still resisted. It sent a shiver down her spine. Finally a dam broke inside her and she began crying again falling into a dreamless slumber.
Draco could swear he could still feel her hazel eyes watching him. He felt empty as he watched the rest of the death eaters massacre all the blood traitors and take the mudbloods as slaves. He wondered how hard she would fight if she was still here or if she would just give up. He wasn't gonna lie to himself he had always had a soft spot for granger and maybe if life was normal he may have even said that he fancied her. Now all those fantasies were dead. And that terrified him. The world was now forever changed.
He had secretly hoped Potter would jump out of that big oaf's arms and be able to defeat the dark lord. But now seeing how they burned his and Weasly's bodies and danced around them he new al hope was gone.
Draco wondered where she went and how long she was going to last. It scared him to think about what would happen when they found her. Who would she go to? What torture would she be subject to?
He hoped she could stay just one step ahead.