Remembering Hermione {A Dramione Fanfiction}

Waking the Neighbors

"Waking the neighbors."

That night, I went to bed thinking about Hermione. I thought about, if given the chance, what I would say to her to make her believe I truly was sorry for what I’d done. Her name drifted through my thoughts even after I had drifted off to sleep.

I was walking through town. Where? I wasn’t sure. The place looked unfamiliar to me. It felt familiar though.

As I was walking, I ended up at a house. Something was telling me to go to the door and knock, so I did.

As the door swung open, a woman stood on the other side. She had familiar frizzy brown hair and warm chocolate brown eyes. She also had a baby on her hip. The baby had bright red hair and emerald green eyes and a girly face. She grinned a toothless grin at me, to which I returned a smile back.

“Draco?”

I looked up at the woman. Now I knew why she looked so familiar.

“Hermione?”

Just then, a male voice came from inside the house.

“ ‘Mione, who’s at the door?”

A man came into the doorway, and I knew immediately who it was.

The Weasel.

I began to scream. I don’t know why, but I felt the need to scream. I felt my entire world crashing down.

I woke up in a pool of sweat. I realized that not only was I screaming in the dream, but I was screaming in my sleep too, because my throat hurt terribly, so I got up to get a glass of water. I realized that if I had neighbors, I surely would have gotten a Howler or two from at least one of them.

But I didn't care. Hermione was with the Weasel. And they had a baby together. Although it was just my imagination, it still hurt as much as real life