(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 stared in horror, her heart beating quickly in her chest as behind Draco lurched the form of a blond woman, her arm hanging in a bloody mess down the side of her. There were several more chunks were missing from her body, the clear signs of teeth marks around the wounds.
She was wearing an active wear shirt and bike shorts, though now the bright colored material was tainted with the blood of the woman wearing it.
Hermione's body was still feeling exhausted, from barely getting any sleep since the night she found Ron's corpse eating his mother's flesh, to the night back at the Leaky Cauldron, then the long broom ride with Malfoy to the moorland she had already felt worn out.
Now she had depleted what was left of her energy trying to heal Malfoy.
Why had it taken so much of her strength? She had never felt this way using magic before. It was like it had been ripped out of her, and the well that held it within her was drying up more and more.
Hermione didn't have time to think about that.
"Draco! Move!"
The woman was reaching out gnarled and to grasp his shoulder. Malfoy unfroze and jumped to the side, narrowly missing the rabid corpses snapping teeth as she lunged at him.
"Where the bloody hell did she come from!" Malfoy exclaimed, wincing on his barely healed leg as she scrambled back up to his feet, the woman changing directions for him again.
He backed up into a tree, a dire mistake he realized instantly, as the woman started towards him again, and he had nowhere to go.
Hermione glanced around desperately, looking for something, anything. There was a large branch sitting on the ground that could do some damage, but she would need to lift it with both arms.
She looked down at her arm cradled to her side.
She couldn't just do nothing. Malfoy was an arse, but he was all she had.
Ducking down as the undead woman approached Malfoy, caging him in as she frantically tried to maneuver out of her hold, pushing her back with his hands and just barely keeping her snapping jaws from reaching him.
Swallowing down what she knew would be a scream of pain, Hermione gripped the heavy branch, grinding down her teeth as she swung it around, knocking the woman away from Draco,
But, with her struggling hold and her now excruciating pain in her arm, it had not been forceful enough to stop her. Hermione dropped the branch, feeling the bones in her arm separating further and letting out a cry of pain.
Unfazed the woman stood back up, turning and latching her eyes on Hermione. Hermione was still letting out small moans, cradling her arm to herself as now she found herself trapped. She looked up to see Malfoy's large grey eyes watching her, then flickering out to the trees.
