I got far enough to where the sirens were just a quiet squeak. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it. I placed it between my lips. I could already tell red lipstick was all over. I needed to get going soon. But it felt so good. I took the cigarette out and threw it I the dirt. "Having fun there, Hermione?" A voice said behind me. "Shut the fuck up, Harry." I walked away, my back still towards him. "Wait. Harry!" I turned around. "Wow, Hermione. You look, terrible. " I punched him. "Asshole. What do you mean?" "You look stoned, drunk, and you look like you haven't taken a shower since fifth year." I punched him again. "And- your a bitch." He said. I swung but he ducked. "Why did you fucking come here. Where is Ginny. Or anybody?" He acted like he didn't hear that. "Have you thought about rehab? Like a detention center?" I shook my head. " maybe dressing... Um, not like that." He looked down at my black stilettos, to my leather leggings, to my bra. Yes, I was just wearing a bra. And to my lips. "No. There's nothing wrong with it." I said. "You look like a stripper." Harry coughed. "Ha. " I sarcastically laughed. "What do you want anyways? After 7 years of not talking you finally say something to me?" I said, more seriously. "I want your smarts. I need them. For.... A mission. Of sorts."
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The girl who died
RandomLast book in trilogy. Hermione is dead. Not literally, but mentally. She has lost everything. It's been five years since she last saw Ron and Draco and three years since she left hogwarts. Now she's twenty one. Selling illegal items for a living. Sh...
