Another Day, Another Buck
A/N: MMM This might be the explanation you guys were all waiting for:D
Recap:
''Sure.'' Hermione sighed. Didn't anyone get the fact that she didn't like being a prostitute- high class or not.
Chapter Two: The truth about their past.
Hermione walked one the sidewalk, she had to get to her work, when suddenly out of the darkness, a man appeared.
"Granger?" the man knew her name! Wow. That was rare. People rarely recognized her now that she had changed so much.
"Malfoy?" she squinted through the darkness to make sure it was him.
"Yep, that's me." He took another step forward. "Shit, you've changed so bloody much… hell, what am I saying? I've changed too… I mean, look at me! Brown head now, I…. I guess it's so that people won't recognize me anymore. I mean, with all that happened… let's just say my father didn't help my reputation…"and with his words, Hermione felt tears mist her eyes as she remembered those times.
FLASHBACK
She stood in the middle of the Hogwarts ground, her wand in one hand, and a lock of curly, red hair in the other. She could not cry, she would not cry at the sight in front her.
Sure, they had won, but while trying to do good, they had destroyed the lives of millions. She looked around at the massacre, bodies lay piled everywhere, and the surviving people of the ministry were burning them one by one.
Slowly, she wandered around, catching a glimpse of Bill being put in the piles of people to be burned. She kept walking, looking in front of her, and she tripped on something, falling, to twist her ankle. She looked backed, and her face turned ghastly white. There was Molly, obviously dead, and a cold Arthur hugging on to her, his eyes still scarred with fear. She got up and kept walking, then her eyes fell upon the most dreadful sight.
"Oh Fred…" was all she could say as she fell to her knees, a single tear falling down her cheek. She placed her warm hand against his white, cold hand. Slowly, she lied down on the ground and put her head on his chest, just like she had done so often. She let the tears fall onto his shirt, but she did not make a sound. After what seemed like an eternity, she went back to her knees, placed a last soft kiss on his cold blue lips and stood up, bravely kept walking. She caught a glimpse of Charlie, the brother she never had, lying dead on the ground, somewhere close to Harry Potter. The boy who lived, and died, for the good of the world.
She stopped when she came upon the sight of Draco Malfoy on his knees, tears staining his face, a skeletal wand in his hands.
"He… I killed him." Was all he could say to her before he fainted. He was talking about the man in front of him, the man with the same piercing grey eyes, ghastly pale skin and platinum blond hair.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of frail arms envelop her from behind, and she turned around to be met by a red-head.
"Oh my god." She wrapped the girl in a forceful hug. "Ginny." She sobbed on the smaller girl's shoulder, and slowly everything turned to darkness.
"George is at Saint Mungo's" was all she heard before falling into her one-month coma.
END FLASHBACK
"Huh… what?" she was shook out of her memories by Draco asking her a question.
"I said… what are you doing here?" he asked her.
"Uh… work." She shrugged the question off, and started down to her favorite café, she still had half an hour.
"Well… ok then." He went down the nearest alley, then looking over his shoulder. "I guess I'll see ya round."
She was just one of the hundred survivors of the massacre. Was it really worth it? I don't think so. She had become what she was today in hopes of forgetting her past, just like every other one that had survived.