"Would you kill for love?" He sneered coldly.
"Love has destroyed me into the woman who stands before you. Broken, tethered, and utterly infatuated with a man who suffers the same fate as I." She said with a sorrowful chuckle.
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The story of a naiv...
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1999
The Burrow
Hermione stormed into the Weasley house with defeat in her heart and a strict agenda; leave the burrow.
She could care less if she had just spent months in isolation in her past lovers' mansion, no, the only motive was to leave the Weasley's behind. They betrayed her and they betrayed Draco by summoning the Ministry to the wedding.
Hermione could not get the image of Astoria and Draco fleeing their wedding from her mind. The Ministry probably caught up to them, and arrested Draco for his crimes. This put an ache in Hermione's heart. Everything she worked for, for him, would be lost if he were captured.
The once bushy haired witch, now soaked straight by the rain, ran up to Ron's old room to pack up her belongings and flee.
"'Mione, come now. You cannot possibly be angry with us—"
"Do not presume to tell me how I should feel!" Hermione continued to stuff clothes into a duffel.
George entered the room with his arms crossed and pinching his temple. "You realize we just Polyjuiced as two known Death Eaters and saved your little arse?"
Hermione seized and took a step back. George was right. It was a great risk what Ginny and George did for her. Turning into Lilla and Antonin Dolohov was not easy task especially since-
"You realize that witch was pregnant, correct? That was utterly painful for me!" Ginny exclaimed boldly.
When a female witch uses Polyjuice potion to transform into a witch who is pregnant the process can be quite painful. The stomach swells itself enough to make the transforming witch presumably with child. Although, if a pregnant witch is attempting to use Polyjuice potion the after affects can be quite dangerous. Resulting in still birth or miscarriage.
Hermione sets the duffle back down on the bed and closes it. Perhaps the Weasley's had good intentions when summoning the Ministry. Hermione is sometimes not in her right state of mind, and maybe she should be consulting a mind healer.
For the past five years her life has consisted of worrying about Draco, falling in love with him and realizing she was not his soulmate.
Hermione feels the hot tear begin to stream down her face when she realizes she needs to (actually) let Draco go. Hermione promised herself if she were rescued, she would let Draco and Astoria alone, and now it was time pay the piper.
"George and I felt an obligation to our family to summon the Ministry. The Death Eaters are the reason Ron and Harry are dead, Hermione! How could you be cross with us when we were trying to justify our family!"
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and took in a deep inhale.
"I am sorry for my outburst. I have had a rough time these past few weeks, or however long it has been." Hermione tossed aside the duffle and reached for her nearby wand.
