(Hermione and Draco take on the zombie apocalypse) It's been five years since Harry, Hermione and Ron left Hogwarts.
Hermione, now twenty-two and engaged to Ron, prides herself in her intelligence. All her life, Hermione has always needed to kno...
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Hermione had read plenty of books in regards to the care of, and the flying of, broomsticks. However, when it came to this particular discipline, it was something where Hermione was admittedly lacking in expertise. For, she could read as many books as she wanted to on the subject, it wouldn't make her any more capable of actually doing it.
Thus, it was notable to mention that she wasn't much a fan of flying.
Therefore, when she noticed that the boom seemed to be bumping around a bit, jerking them this way and that sporadically throughout their journey, she did not think that much of it at first. Surely, it was just a wind, a rather hard breeze that was shifting the air currents around them.
Nothing to get all riled up about -- at least she tried to tell herself that.
She was clutching to Malfoy's back in a rather embarrassing manner, something she would likely never had done had she not been stuck up with him on nothing but a narrow piece of wood preventing her from falling far down to the ground under them. She clenched her eyes shut in order to prevent herself from looking down to the ground.
There was a multitude of horrors available down there, none of which she was willing to see. As it was, she was barely holding herself together from falling over the brink of hysteria with the events that had just occurred.
She felt terrible for how they had just left Zabini behind. She knew they would have been able to help him -- they hadn't been that far off yet. If Malfoy had just taken a second to go back and save his friend, he might have been flying behind them now, not lost to whichever fate had been brought upon him back at the Leaky Cauldron.
But, the last time she had spared a look behind them, all she had seen was the endless expanse of the clear nighttime sky as they flew through the air rapidly, Malfoy was rather eager to leave what they had just experienced far behind them.
Hermione didn't much care for the Slytherin, Zabini, but with everything that was going on around her, she refused to leave anyone behind. Had she been the one in control of the broom, things would have happened very differently.
The broom jumped again, this time dropping quite quickly for a few moments, making Hermione's heart leap into the air as she felt herself floating for several moments until Malfoy regained control over his broom, leveling them out. Hermione gripped him tightly, causing the Slytherin wizard to grunt, and shift his weight on the broom. She loosened her arms after a few moments, once her racing heart had calmed down.
"Is-is there a reason it keeps doing that?" she asked over the wind, her curly strands of hair blowing across her face as she poked it out in an effort to project her voice forward, and not lose it to the rushing air around them.
Malfoy turned his chin slightly, acknowledging that he had heard her. "It's...Unusual,' he said after several seconds. She could see his pale eyebrows pushed together on what she could make out of his profile.
