(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 crouched down low to the ground, taking in slow shallow breaths, afraid that she might in anyway alert the two undead in front of her.
She spared a glance to Malfoy where he leaned against the tree to her right. His blonde hair was loose around his face, his grey eyes creased in exhaustion as he watched the two muggles cautiously. Behind them, Zabini was behind another tree, ready to strike once Malfoy gave the signal. He had managed to find himself a rather large kitchen knife in the camping gear they had searched before nearing the river.
She just hoped Malfoy's plan worked.
Right now they had two of them together, which were better odds than before, but was still not quite as desirable as one. Part of her couldn't help but wish they could proceed without killing them all, but as long as they roamed the forest, gathering together in a large group, Hermione at the two Slytherin men weren't safe.
Hermione really needed to feel safe. She needed to sleep, and she needed to figure out how to tend to her arm. The makeshift sling they had put together would hold, but if she did not take the time to tend to it might heal incorrectly. Also... after she had tried to lift the branch earlier to help Malfoy, she had noticed a strange numbness in her fingers and wrist.
Hermione knew that couldn't be good.
The sun had hidden behind dark clouds, the cool October air settling around them as the sky threatened to rain down upon them. She figured trying to fight off the cannibalistic muggles would be all that much harder should it start raining.
The muggles, an older male with greying hair covered in blood from where it has splattered up from his neck was lingering by where they stood, his eyes twitching around at random as he paused. Hermione sucked in an involuntary breath, holding her fire poker tighter.
The River Dart was to their left, hopefully masking any sounds she might have been making as her heart thudded loudly in her chest. Even though she had faced several of these monsters already, she still found herself covered in a sheen of sweat as raw fear shot adrenaline to her tired muscles.
Run, her body urged her, run far away.
Hermione looked at Draco with a nod. The other younger muggle had stepped further away, leaving them just the one in their vicinity. She was the closest.
She wasn't running. No, Hermione had to fight.
Draco signaled to Zabini with a quick hand gesture, and Hermione steadied herself. Zabini threw a rock into the bushes between Malfoy's and her trees.
Hermione leveled out her breathing, trying to will calmness into her body. She could do this. She had faced death eaters, dementors, trolls. She had even been petrified by a basilisk, for Merlin's sake.
