Thanks to Jessirose85 for convincing me I should keep writing...
In a pink frilly apron making some sort of rancid smelling food was Peter. In her home. Why was this man in her home? Hermione, was freaking out, she wasn't going to lie and say that nothing scared her anymore after the war because this scared her to death.
"Oh Peter, what are you doing here, in my flat? I thought you were going to go home and rest?"
"Well, this place is nicer than mine, so I figured I'd move in here rather than you moving there."
"I'm sorry-what?" Hermione was shocked, what the hell was this man talking about. Her nerves were starting to get to here.
"If we're going to get married, then we need to live together obviously." Peter was rolling his eyes like it was common knowledge...marriage? Her heart started racing and she felt herself getting sweaty from nerves.
It was time to come clean, she needed to let him know that there was no future for them, it just worried her, as he was obviously insane. "Peter, we had one date, and I'm sorry but in my book that does not constitute marriage."
She watched the rage envelope his features before he pulled on a mask of calm. "It was one spectacularly amazing date though Hermione, we were meant to be, couldn't you tell by the kiss we shared?"
"Oh Merlin. Peter," she started taking a step forward, "you seem like a great guy but our kiss wasn't that great, it was throughly lacking in the passion department, there was nothing. Like a brother kissing his sister."
He was terrifyingly calm, it made her nervous and he moved closer to her. "If I can't have you, which I will no one else will either. So you can make your choice dear, life with me or no life at all." Without her even realizing what happened he plucked her wand out of her hand and threw it across the room.
With a flick of his wand, she was sitting in a chair bound. "I already know your decision." He lit a small fire so the kitchen would slowly burn her to death.
Hermione knew what she had to do. "No, Peter, I change my mind, I think we would be perfect together. Maybe, maybe I'm just being stupid and were made to be together, I just-"
"You just don't want to die," he chuckled, "famous little Hermione Granger, dead because she couldn't put out a little kitchen fire. What oh, what will your little friend Harry Potter say, when he finds out that your dead?"
Peter had a lost it, he was going to kill her and she didn't have her wand, there was nothing she could do about it. Her heart was racing, she was going to die. He chuckled one more time and started to leave, "Have a nice Hermione."
The door slammed behind him and Hermione truly felt the panic rise up in her throat, to perform wandless magic she need to be the exact opposite of what she was now, and she couldn't even calm herself enough to get her wand. She tried to move and wiggled just enough that the chair went crashing to the floor.
Hermione laid there on her side tears rolling down her face, as the room filled with smoke and the fire licked at the chair, it was getting closer to her every second. She was honestly going to die.
Her thoughts turned to her parents and hoped that they lived their lives full and happy, she thought of Harry, and the Weasley's even the ones that did her wrong. Finally, her thoughts landed to Draco and the date that she was going to have break with him...break or just miss seeing as she would be dead. And poor Gatsby, she prayed that he didn't wander into the kitchen.
The kitten was sleeping in a ball upstairs, completely oblivious to what was going on down stairs. It was what she hoped for and that the fire would stay contained and she hoped that Draco would take the kitten in. Hermione sighed and started thinking her last prayers as the fire drew closer on her she could feel the heat and smell the putrid smell of burning woods and plastics. It drew closer to her.
Hermione thought back again to everything that she had been through, and how it came to this that would kill her, a psycho man her "friend" introduced her too.
Her first year at Hogwarts, getting past Fluffy and the potions and the chess. It was difficult challenges that she didn't think they would ever survive all to get one stone.
Her second year, when she had been petrified by the Basilisk and being saved by Harry.
Her third year, using the time turner and saving Sirius Black.
Her fourth year, helping Harry survive the Tri-wizard Tournament.
Her fifth year, in the ministry of magic, when Sirius died, creating the DA and getting out of Umbridge's grasp.
Her sixth year, trying to avoid all the bad things.
And seventh year, the worst year on the run hiding and trying to find and destroy the horcruxes before going to war against Vlodemort, and finally defeating him.
Her broken and horrible relationship with Ron and her somewhat ruined friendship with Ginny. Ginny, that stupid bitch, got her into this situation. The situation that would ultimately be her demise. She couldn't see or breathe and unconsciousness took over. It was better off this way, so when she died, she wouldn't feel the excruciating pain of being burnt to death.
It's kind of short but the next chapter will be out in like an hour...soo...
