(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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Draco felt frozen in time as he saw the female muggle stumble up behind Hermione, grasping her by her bad shoulder, its jaws snapping as it made to bite into the unprepared Gryffindor's neck.
Draco and Hermione had been through so much in so little time, the thought of her dying too was just too much for him to bear. It was the last straw. It signified that there may not actually be hope after all.
"Malfoy! Pay attention, will you?"
He couldn't look away, he stepped towards Hermione, but he felt Zabini's steel-like grip land on his arm, holding him back. "Seriously, are you daft? There's three of them coming. Fucking turn around, will you?!"
But Zabini's words fell on deaf ears as Draco saw Hermione turn just as the woman was about to bit into her, kicking out with her leg to make up for her bad arm. She hit the dead muggle, who stumbled, off balance, giving Hermione time to grasp her long fire poker, stabbing it through the muggles head without another moment's hesitation.
Draco let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. He should have known that she would find a way to save herself.
She always did.
"Bloody hell, Malfoy."
Shaking himself to attention, Draco turned around, just in time to see three more muggles bearing down on them. He heard footsteps behind them.
Sparing a glance to the side he saw dirty brown curls splattered with blood. Her chest rising with her rapid breaths were the only indication of her fear as Hermione stepped up beside them, ready to take on the last three of the muggles they had to kill.
"Didn't expect you to make it out of that one, Granger," Zabini grunted from Draco's left. Zabini shot him a glance, his cheek twitching. "Neither of us did."
Hermione exhaled shortly. "Would have been unfortunate for you two if I didn't."
"How are we going to take on these blokes?" Draco asked, changing the subject to more pressing matters.
Zabini lifted an eyebrow. "Oh, so now he's paying attention," Draco just barely heard him mutter.
"Get them before they get you," Hermione replied, before stepping forward, her fire poker raised. It was almost completely dark, the moonlight glowing down upon them from the parting in the trees as they stood in a small clearing, dead leaves gathering under their feet.
Draco blinked rapidly watching how Hermione boldly rushed into harm's way. He was in awe of how she had almost died moments before yet she was still fighting like nothing had happened.
With a deep inhale he stepped forward, his arm raised. He gripped his newest weapon in his hand. An axe, a tool he had never even used before that day. So much had changed, so much was changing.
