(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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"Granger, have you gone completely mental?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Your plan," he replied. "It's rubbish."
Hermione straightened and fixed Malfoy with a hard stare. Who was he to judge her plan? She didn't exactly see him providing them with any ideas. They were currently stuck on top of a trailer with two hungry corpses reaching for their ankles and nowhere to go.
And, as Hermione's arm radiated pain, she needed to get somewhere safe so she could deal with her own injuries. Malfoy sighed deeply and threw his head back, brushing his unruly silver hair off his face.
"Well, how is it you plan on getting us out of this, then? Or did you plan to just sit up here until those two down there figure out how to climb up?" she said, using her good arm to indicate their two pursuers.
Malfoy shot them a sideways glance and frowned. "But having Zabini fly out there to scout for us is a terrible idea. Then on top of that, why have you and me take these two on alone, then go out there on foot? For one, his broom might not even work. And secondly, if he is flying, why not just have him ferry us back and forth to safety on the bloody thing?"
Zabini, who had been frowning since Hermione started talking about her plan, surprised her by coming to her defense. "Well, first off, we might both fall into a whole bunch of 'em that way. At least with Granger's plan its just one of us at risk. Also, unless we get eyes on the land there's no way to know where 'safe' is." He shot her a glance. "However, I'm not really a fan of putting myself at risk for you two." He crossed his arms and raised his dark eyebrows at her.
Malfoy scoffed. "You? At risk? Sorry mate, but you aren't the one running around fighting off those... things. You could just bugger off and leave us here surrounded if the mood suited you."
Zabini shot Malfoy a hard look that spoke to a rivalry between the two Slytherins. "I'm not you, Malfoy. We both know that's what you'd do, which is why Granger probably didn't choose to put your arse on the line knowing you'd up and leave us both if given the chance."
Malfoy sneered and looked at her. "That true, Granger?"
Hermione pursed her lips. None of them would get anywhere if these two kept up their arguing. A pang of sadness went through her as she found that the two of them reminded her of Harry and Ron.
One man who was lost to her forever and the other was still a mystery. She hoped Harry was okay.
She just reminded herself that if Harry could do one thing, he persisted – he survived.
Hermione straightened. "Well, for one, Malfoy, you remember the last time the two of us were up on a broom? We both nearly died from the fall alone. Now, Zabini didn't have quite the same problems we did. I suspect it has to do with the weakened magic in the broom being better able the support one of us compared to the combined weight of two of us."
