Run Hermione

by HermionexxxDraco

"'Run Hermione' His yell echoed in her ears and hung in the air as she ran." After the school is ambushed Draco and Hermione are the only two left. They need to overcome their past in order to work together but how can a relationship built on mistrust and resentment ever work? Fear, anger and lust become caught up in a desperate whirlwind of emotions, in the struggle to find love.

4. Chapter 3 12

Just an update to the end of chapter 3. I will start chapter 4 soon, this is more to finish it off nicely :)

"You sicken me Malfoy." He just smirked smugly a she siphoned the goo off with her wand.

"You're one to talk, Granger." She scowled as his grin grew wider.

"Well, I'm going to sleep!" Hermione curled up in ball, her back facing him, and huddled close to the fire, trying to find comfort in the earthy floor. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep but all she could hear was the sounds of the forest; birds shrieking, the fire crackling, Draco's breathing, loud against the night. Eventually she felt him lie down next to her, the earth shifting with his weight. Peeking through her arms she saw that he was about a meter away, facing away.

She studied his back, the shirt having dried rough, was pulled taut across his skin. Of all the people to have been stuck with: why him?

He was one of the most selfish, shallowest people she'd ever met.

He sucked up to those in power, followed his parents' ideals to the letter, and never even had the presence of mind to question anything. If it worked for him, he didn't need to rock the boat. He liked his power, he liked putting others down, and he liked to hide behind those who were bigger than him, and pick fights with those smaller. And now she was stuck with him.

Hermione groaned, oh why couldn't it have been Harry? Or Ron? Even Ron would have been better. When she wanted to strangle him at least it was partially in affection, with Draco it was just in anger. It really would be much more bearable if Ron was here instead.

She shook her head and closed her eyes, images of Ron brewing in her mind, and Draco's his form faded into darkness as Ron's face swam in her mind. The way he laughed really was rather lovely. And he had such a nice smile, such a strong grin. Her breathing slowed and soon she was asleep. The night passed quickly, and slowly the chill in the wind disappeared, and it grew warmer as the sun made an appearance through the clouds. The ground was moist with dew and the animals began to stir, as the forest came alive. Hermione stirred.