Resentment | Dramione

Chapter 25

Hermione was still standing firmly on her spot, all goofy yet still in complete disbelief. Draco Malfoy, the Pureblood she had told last year that she would never fall for, had kissed her just moments ago. One that equally shared her opinion on the matter just a year ago. It was difficult to wrap her head around, but soon enough they were interrupted from their little moment as Ron came yelling down the aisle, screaming at the top of his lungs.

Coming back behind from the pile of thrown away things, she took a run for it when all too soon a dragon made of fire was pursuing her, and she had no choice to leave Draco to find a way out on his own.

Running behind Harry and Ron who were slightly further up ahead, she tried to take a good look around to see if she could perhaps spot the blond locks of Draco, but she ended up finding nothing. Making a sharp turn to the left, she got separated from the two boys ahead, but soon after found her way back to them, crashing into Ron as Harry fired a water spell to the approaching fire dragon.

It was then that they had the luck to come across a set of broomsticks, and even though Hermione was reluctant to fly, she gladly mounted it knowing that it would be the only way to save herself. "Come on! This way!" Ron screamed over the crackling sounds of fire, which was intensified the more the room burnt down. Draco, where are you? Hermione couldn't help the panic that slipped into her voice. Because what if he had already died in the fire? Would she have felt that in a way, as if a weight would have been lifted from her mind? Whether she would or not, she hoped to never find out.

Here. Hermione frantically looked around, but then spotted Draco and Blaise standing on a pile of old objects, which was slowly starting to burn as the flames licked the wooden objects placed on top of each other. "We have to save them!" Hermione yelled over the fire, and she was happy to see that Harry turned his face around to look at the two boys.

Glad to see that Harry made a turn around a pillar, she followed Ron and Harry as they took the lead, Hermione not daring to go too fast or she was certain she was going to fall off her broom. Watching as Harry grabbed Draco and Ron grabbed Blaise, she followed them through the room and to the doors, careful to not get herself burnt in the flames and to maintain an iron grip on her broom.

Really, Hermione, couldn't you have been the one to grab me instead of Potter? Hermione rolled her eyes, speeding up slightly as Ron and Harry were going way faster than she was. If I would have grabbed you, Draco, we'd both have ended up in the fire. That was most definitely the truth.

It's not like Hermione couldn't fly a broom, because she could, but she found it scary enough to be so high up and unstable on just a tiny piece of wood, let alone grab someone else and lift them up to sit behind her.

Hermione sped up slightly as the boys were slowing down, obviously not at their best with someone else joining them, and she shot a spell at the flames to tame them down a bit, opening a passage for them. Through it she flew, and all too soon ended face first on the cold hard ground out of the Room of Requirement, groaning as her body hit the floor.

I'm really sorry, but I have to leave. Hermione watched as he scrambled off the floor and ran with Blaise down the hallway, but she paid it no mind. She understood that they both had different parts to play in this war, and she couldn't possibly ask of him to stay with her and fight against his own parents.

The only thing she could hope for was that he managed to stay as much out of trouble as he could, and hoped that he wouldn't encounter a lot of moments where he would have to prove what side he was on, or well, fool them into thinking he was on their side.

Getting up herself, she threw the Basilisk's fang to Harry and watched as he jammed it into the diadem, Ron doing the honours of kicking it into the flames. The three heads of Voldemort appeared, along with a loud screech, and then it abruptly ended as the doors of the Room of Requirement slammed shut.