MY LAST NAME
Chapter 4
Hermione laughed as Ron finished his story. They laughed together and it made her feel warm inside. He was still the same person she had fallen in love with. And that made her smile, but the memories linked to their past were just unforgettable. Hermione has always come across strong for Harry, and for Ron, but she took as much pain, and torture on here shoulders as the others had. They had been in it from the beginning, and nothing would change that.
"What's up 'Mione?" Ron looked concerned. They had both taken a seat together at a table and had been talking for a good hour, but it didn't seem like 5 minutes.
"I couldn't be be better" Hermione placed her hand gently on top of Ron's, and gave him a weak smile. He returned the gesture before two hands were placed over his eyes. Hermione looked up to see the bright and beautiful face of Ginny Potter beaming. Ron was soon to guess his sister, and stood up to greet her with a warm hug. The familiar face of Harry Potter followed her. His bright green eyes locked onto Hermione's dark brown ones and he smiled. He walked straight over to her and held her tight.
"Im so, so glad you made it" he whispered in her ear followed by a gentle "thank you so much" he let go of her to abruptly turn around and punch Ron in the arm.
"Happy birthday Ronald, I owe you 20 more birthday beatings!" He sang happily giving his brother in-law a tight hug. They laughed, and the sound was magical. Hermione had been cooped up in a cage, like some sort of animal, but it was all her own doing. She had shut herself off, she never let anyone in, but at the same time, she felt like no one would even try to break down her wall.
After they had all eaten, and the gifts had been passed around, Hermione found the opportunity to leave. She had been there long enough. She didn't want too much of a good thing.
"Guys I have to get going now, my cat will wonder where I've been" she chuckled gently.
"Must you go?" Harry asked walking to her with open arms.
She laughed, "I must, but thank you for the invite, I've genuinely loved every minute. I will write to you all more, I've just been so busy with the students and deadlines." she smiled.
After she said her fair wells to Ginny, Harry, Mr & Mrs Weasley and of course, Ron, she headed back up the path and into the darkness.
She apparated but her mind slipped in her tired and thoughtful state. The pain, as her arm all of a sudden jerked, was unbearable, and she awoke in a dusty, empty Diagon Alley. She stood up, and started to panic. How the hell did this happen? Why was she here? Of all places here? She leaned against a wall to try and catch her breath, but it was too late. Her breath had gone and left her. Her right arm had been torn from her shoulder blade, ending just before her elbow. It was bleeding and she was panicking. And there was nothing she could do.
She started to cry, she felt the tears once again roll down her face. And she hated it. Her arm burnt and her breath still escaped her.
"Granger?" A voice sounded from behind her. She gasped to try and control her state. She couldn't move, she was still in a state of shock.
"Granger, calm down okay. Come with me" the sharp voice sounded again, she felt a soft hand touch her left shoulder. She looked over and stared into the eyes of the one and only Draco Malfoy. His solid grey eyes looked down at her, she was in great pain, and needed help.
She froze. Was she dreaming? Was this some sort of distorted nightmare? Her last breath escaped her as she fell towards the ground, but she never hit the ground, instead, she fell into the arms of Draco Malfoy. Of all people. Her eyes closed as she escaped into exhaustion.
A/N I'd love to know what you all think of this so far :-) if people don't like it, I'm not going to keep writing y'see! I'll just start another one or something ha.
Thanks anyway x