Dramione-Saviorself [writing again!]

Chapter 22

The Weasley men put together a lovely shelter for the wedding to take place. It's not much, but its all we can really afford right now. What with all the crazy things happening. Yes, I miss Draco, maybe more now than before. I'm not upset with Mrs. Weasley, however. She was just trying to protect us, all of us. I appreciate it, although it was the reason Draco fled. I have to look on the bright side. We're still alive.

By nightfall Fleur and Bill are loving newlyweds. I decide on a knee length red party dress that I've been saving for special occasion. And what better than a wedding party?

The party is roaring with laughter and drunken giddy faces. Ron and I awkwardly dance for a few minutes, but he and I both know who I wish I was dancing with. Finally he just gives up and goes to talk to Harry. I don't know what to do so I just walk outside the tent to be alone. Look at me, letting myself get depressed because of a boy. What have I become? I chuckle to myself and stray further and further until the tent is beneath the hill. I don't know when i'll be going back. At most, 15 minutes. Surely someone will wonder where I am. Maybe.

It seems like I've only been gone 20 seconds before I hear blood curdling screams and a fire bursts into the silence of the night. A black wisp floats over the light of the moon then land beneath it towards the tent.

I burst into a run back the way I came. The worst case scenarios race through my head. Everyone is going to die and I'll be the only one for miles. Harry and Ron will apparate away and I'll never see them again. As the fire blazes closer and closer to me, my heart flutters in my chest. I'm panting, the run is brutal through the cold dew of the grass which makes my ankles numb. I burst into the tent, my chest rising and falling rapidly. "Harry!" I call. Where is he? Then I spot him, rushing towards me. But rough leathery hands grab my waist from behind and tug me away from him. I scream and struggle to break free, but he's ready to apparate out of here, probably straight to Voldemort.

Then something strange happens. I see Draco in the crowd of upset and ill faces, and as soon as our eyes meet, he runs as fast as he can with alarm in his glowing silver eyes. Just as we apparate, his hand touches mine and we're transported out of there to a frightfully dark forest, the trees black and each blade of grass covered in mud. I kick the deatheater and he lets me go, then Draco yells "Avada Kedevra!" And Igor Karkaroff falls silently to the ground, dead. I have to catch my breath for a minute. My hand is on my collarbones, trying to circulate the air throughout my lungs. "Hermione are you alright?" Draco asks, also catching his breath it seems. "I'm fine. You?" I ask, taking a few more deep breathes. "Yes," he says, leaning his back against a tree. "Come, here," he says, opening on arm out for me to get underneath. I walk over to him, my feet feeling as if they're weighted, and put my arms around his waist. "We're going to be alright, I promise," he says, kissing the top of my head. I shut my eyes solemnly and tell him one thing. "I love you."