1 hour – prompts used: "Admit it, you think I'm attractive" "talk about pot calling the kettle black" "don't be mean" "give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now" "I'm too lazy"
Trees were surrounding them and lights were flashing and Hermione was running for her life. The war, the one which was meant to end at Hogwarts, had been ongoing for the past three years and her heart was torn into pieces each and every time she went out the front door of Grimmauld Place. Masked figures were jumping out at her every now and then and she managed to hex and injure each and every one of them.
Except for the one that was chasing her.
Talking of the one Death Eater that had managed to match her move for move, wasn't he meant to be hexing her? "Immobulus!" He cried and she immediately fell face forward into a pile of leaves. She glared at the ground beneath her and was oddly thankful for when he caught up with her; the ant that was heading towards her nose had been looking slightly creepy. "Hermione Granger as I live and breathe." He murmured, turning her over so that she was looking up into the face of Draco Malfoy. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now." He ordered, looking around him for anybody else. Waving his wand, he allowed her to speak.
"I think both you and I know why you won't kill me." She mumbled, wriggling her fingers as the spell started to fade away.
"You're right. I'm too lazy." She rolled her eyes at him.
"Come on Draco, admit it, you think I'm attractive." He scoffed loudly and twirled his wand between his fingers.
"Talk about pot calling the kettle black." He grumbled and when she felt a tingling in her leg, she raised it and kicked him in the shin. "Don't be mean." He watched her wriggling, her face full of concentration as she tried to get rid of the spell quicker than the rate it was going. "Here." With a swish of his wand, she was free from the curse and climbed to her feet, clutching the wand in her hand. "Bellatrix is dead. Dolohov was dying and Potter was confronting-" A bright light flew over them and the two ran to the direction it came from.
Bursting out from the tree line, they saw Harry – who was looking a bit worse for wear – standing alone in a clearing whilst everyone around him were hugging nearby friends or family whilst some were on the floor crying.
"Voldemort is dead!" Harry shouted, walking to where Ron stood and looking for Hermione. The moment they did find her, she was too wrapped up in Draco's arms and kisses to realise that her four year old secret was out.