(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 sighed deeply from where she sat at the top of the stadium. They had already been here for a few weeks, and they hadn't seen any other signs of life.
They were also no closer to figuring out what was going on.
Hermione knew the one real way to properly study the effects of the illness was to capture one of the infected. She was more than certain it was some kind of magical infection, like lycanthropy. It reminded her too much of Professor Lupin.
Only, this one was much less contained, its spread rapid and disastrous. Already the world had descended into chaos, the effects of whatever this dark manifestation was sneaking up on them. One minute Hermione had been falling asleep wrapped in the arms of her fiancé, the next minute she had been backing away from his stumbling and bloody corpse.
Hermione's heart clenched, remembering just how full of life Ron had been moments before everything. She had been so happy, but so unprepared for what was to come.
Now, she was cooped up in the old world-cup stadium, hiding away with Draco, Blaise, and Luna.
Tears started to gather in her eyes as she stared out at the setting sun. It was moments like this, where she was alone that everything started to hit her. A part of her wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. She wanted to cry for Ron, Ginny, Molly, and Arthur. Hermione wanted to let out all of her frustration and agony. She wanted to tremble and shake from the absolute terror she felt.
She was so afraid, she could barely sleep at night. The images she had seen would only sneak up to haunt her, worse than any of Hogwart's ghosts.
But, as she sat there, only a few tears fell down her face. Then they were gone, numbness overtaking them. Hermione raised a sleeve to wipe the tears away silently. It was just too much, every time. Her body was defending her because if she really gave into everything tormenting her, she would fall apart.
She didn't have time to fall apart. Not in this new world, not ever.
"Hermione? Is that you up there?"
Hermione turned to see Draco climbing up, invading her quiet space much like how he had recently invaded her life. Even though Baise and Luna were always nearby, Hermione always found herself with the fair-haired Malfoy. She figured it had something to do with how he had a hard time tolerating their other two companions.
Still, it was times like this she was struck with how much had truly changed and how quickly it had all come to be.
Draco's hair was long and fell around his face without any of its usual precise styling. His clothing had grown torn and rugged, his dress shirt no longer its original color, the dirt and blood leaving it a murky brown. He had his sleeves rolled up, showing strong arms, his past lanky build filling out into the body of a muscular man.
