After a War ((Old Copy))

Chapter 4 Book 2

The Wanderers

Hermione opened her eyes slowly and sat up. Draco was sitting by the bed, staring at the floor.

"What happened?" Hermione asked after she couldn't figure out what happened before the black out.

"You touched my skin." Draco said. He didn't look up.

"And how would that make me black out?" Hermione asked.

"When the death eaters took me, I was cursed, I now have that blasted dagger on my arm, so if you touch my skin, the spot where you were stabbed burns." Draco said.

"You told me Bellatrix didn't do anything to you!" Hermione yelled.

"She didn't." Draco mumbled.

"Then who did?" Hermione asked angrily.

"Voldemort did." Draco mumbled.

"I understand why Lucius would do something like that to you but, why would Voldemort?" Hermione asked. She remembered Solomon's words. The second chosen one is not one, but two. Draco must have been one of them.

"I don't know." Draco said.

"I do." Hermione whispered. He looked up at her.

"Then why ask?" Draco said.

"Because I didn't realize it until after I said it." Hermione snapped. "I was told, that there was a second chosen one." Hermione said softly.

"Who told you that?" Draco asked.

"Dobby." Hermione said.

"The house elf?" Draco asked.

"Yes, but now, I know, that the second chosen one, is two people." Hermione said.

"And how does that relate to why Voldemort would do this to my-Granger, no, I'm not a bloody chosen one." Draco said. He stood up. She reached out for his arm to keep him from walking away but he pulled from her reach, knowing what it would do to her.

"Draco, why else would Voldemort do that to your arm?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know, it only effects you-" Draco turned and looked at her.

"Only together will the chosen two defeat him." Hermione mumbled. "He was keeping you away from me!" Hermione yelled.

"My father must have known. It wasn't that he just didn't like you, it was that he was protecting his 'dark lord'." Draco said. They remained silent for a while. She looked back to the day when she was just sitting in her room at the leaky cauldron.

"Remember that day at the leaky cauldron when I just rammed into you?" Hermione asked. She must have entirely broken his thoughts because he looked at her with furrowed brows.

"What?" He asked.

"That first day at the leaky cauldron? When I just ran into you?" Hermione repeated. She smiled at the floor.

"What does that have to do with anything?" He asked.

"I don't know, it was just something that popped into my head." Hermione said. She smiled wider, if that was even possible. She was already smiling from ear to ear.

"Oh." He said softly.