Remembering Hermione {A Dramione Fanfiction}

She's Been Running Through My Dreams...

"She's been running through my dreams, and it's driving me crazy it seems. I'm gonna ask her to marry me."

I began to stress. No one had seen Hermione. She couldn’t have just disappeared. I wandered through downtown london, when I came across a muggle coffee shop. Looking into the window, I noticed five people sitting by the window. They looked strangely familiar. I walked into the coffee shop, when I realized who they were. There sat Potty, Weasel, Weaselette, Longbottom, and Loony Lovegood. I approached them, thinking they had to have some idea of where she was.

“Well, well, well. Look who it is. Malfoy”, Weasel said, glaring at me, which I graciously returned.

“Hello, Draco.”, Loony said in her dreamy voice.

“Hi Luna”, I replied.

Weaselette stared at me, gripping Potty’s arm firmly, a worried look spread across her face.

“Stand down Ron”, Potty told the Weasel. “Alright, Malfoy?” He  silently reassured his girlfriend that it was okay. I nodded.

“I just- I came to ask you guys something”, I said.

“What is it, Malfoy?”, Weaselette said, surprising everyone that she even said anything.

I took a breath. “I came to ask you guys if you’d seen or heard from Hermione at all.”

Weaselette’s eyes almost fell out of her head, if she opened her eyes anymore. She shot a worried glance at Potty, who just stared at me, before looking back to his girlfriend, who would not, for anything, release her grip on Potty. Potty closed his eyes and took a breath. For once, Longbottom began to take a stance.

“Why?”, he asked bravely, trying to interrogate me. I didn’t roll my eyes or for once, even smirk. I frowned, and breathed.

“I’ve been having dreams about her. They’re good dreams, for the most part. I mean, they’re more like memories or flashbacks. Its been months since I’ve seen her, and I haven’t been sober a single night. Drinking is all that takes the pain away anymore, even if its only numbing the pain of losing her.”

Weasel just stared at me, as I locked eyes with him, his face became red. Red as the hair on top of his head. Next thing I knew, he was lunging at me. He tackled me to the ground, in the middle of this coffee shop, and began punching me repeatedly in the face. I tried to shield my face, but surprisingly he overpowers me and breaks through my arms to get to my face once again. Potty and Longbottom reach for the Weasel to pull him off of me. When they pulled him off of me, Loony and Weaselette rushed to my aid. Weaselette began dabbing my wounds with a cloth, muttering that she was sorry she couldn’t use magic to heal my wounds.

“Are you okay, Draco?”, Loony asked, cupping my face in her hands, examining the fresh bruises on my face.

“Yeah, I’m f- fine”, I said, shaking, still in shock of what just happened. I looked up at Potty, Longbottom, and the Weasel. Weasel was trying to break free of Potty’s and Longbottom’s grasp, but it wasn’t doing him any good. Instead, he just screamed at me.

“YOU BROKE HER MALFOY. SHE DOESN'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH A FILTHY DEATH EATER LIKE YOU. SHES TOO GOOD FOR YOU! STAY AWAY FROM HER, MALFOY!”

I just smirked. “Well, Weasel, in case you didn’t know, I have been staying away from her. In fact, if I wasn’t staying away from her, I wouldn’t be here right now.”, I said. He tried to rip out of the other Gryffindor boys’ arms, but Potty and Weasel tightened their grip on them.

Just then, a barista comes over and asks us to leave. We kindly obliged, and I looked passed the barista at the customers staring at us curiously. They were whispering to each other, asking each other what a “Death Eater” was. I looked back over at Potty. He had released his grip on Weasel, and Longbottom did the same. Potty told the Weasel that he’d deal with him later, and the five walked out of the coffee shop, Potty glancing at me with apologetic eyes. Weaselette and Loony followed the boys out and Weaselette grasped my wrist gently, mouthing the the words “I’m sorry”, also with apologetic eyes, before walking out, leaving me alone in the shop.

I looked over to the barista who asked us to leave, he was standing by the counter, arms folded, staring at me. I got the message and nodded, before exiting the shop.

Later, back at the Manor, I felt entirely too exhausted, so I decided to go and take a nap. But when I layed down and tried to fall asleep, I realized I realized i could not fall asleep. I just tossed and turned, still feeling restless from today’s events.

I layed there, still feeling heartbroken. The numbness of the alcohol wore off, and I was just left here to deal with my emotions. Sometimes I felt like writing to my mother and asking her if I could stay with her, so we could heal our broken hearts together, but I never could find the energy or motivation to burden my mother with my problems.

The Weasel was right. Hermione was too good for me. In fact, she was too good for anyone. She was pure and brave and strong. I should just stop trying to find her. She’s never coming back. In fact, she probably already moved on to someone new. I covered my eyes with my hands to stop the crying when I heard a crack coming from downstairs. I jumped out of bed, grabbed my wand and crept downstairs.

I came down the stairs to see Potty sitting on one of the sofas in the living room. I lowered my wand.

“Potter? What are you doing here? How did you get in?”, I asked. He arose and walked over to shake my hand.

“I apparated here. I remembered your home from the last time I was here.”, he said, extending his hand. I shook it.

“Right then. Well, what can I do for you?”, I asked.

“I just wanted to say”, he started. “That I want to help you find Hermione.”

“Help me find Hermione? You don’t know where she is?”, I asked, anxiety rising up in my chest. Potty shook his head.

“When she left, all she said was “don’t come looking for me, I’ll be fine.”, he said.

Don’t come looking for me.

Don’t come looking for me.

Don’t come looking for me.

Just like my mother.

I closed my eyes. “Thanks Potter.”

“I’m not finished.”, he retorted. “I want to help you find her. She’s my best friend. And honestly, I know we’ve had our differences, but I know you love her. You wouldn’t be going through all this trouble to find her if you didn’t. Hell, you just got your face beaten for her. If that isn’t true love, I don’t know what is.”

I didn’t respond. I just stared. Did Potty just say he was okay with mine and Hermione’s relationship?

Finally, I nodded. “Thanks, Potter.”

“You’re welcome, Malfoy. Just- promise me something?”

“Anything.”, I said.

“If you get her back, don’t ever break her heart again.”

“Of course, Potter. You have my word.” Potty shook my hand again.

“Oh, Potter?”, I asked before he could leave.

“Yes Malfoy?”

“If I find Hermione, I’m going to ask her to marry me.”

Potty just nodded.

“Although I don’t have that authority, I give you my blessing, Malfoy.”

“Thank you, Potter.”

He apparated out of my home

I thought about everything Potty had told me.

Hermione just...left. She didn’t even bother telling her friends where she was going.

Potty wants to help me find her.

Potty wants us to be together.

What the bloody hell just happened?

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