(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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After that night, things started to really change for Draco.
Well, nothing really changed. The world was still gone to shit, and they were still cooped up in the old World Cup Stadium. But every single night since he had woken to Hermione's frantic cries after her nightmare, he had slept with her wrapped up in his arms.
Never in all his life did he think he would find comfort from Hermione Granger sleeping beside him.
But... he did. He almost looked forward to it.
And, that wasn't all.
More and more, in the long weeks they had now lived in isolation from the world, he often found himself seeking the Gryffindor witch out. If she wasn't around the tent or within sight, he often found himself wandering up to the secluded spot where she sat watching over the area around them. She was always there, the sun catching on the honey tones in her chestnut curls reminding him of when life was simple and beautiful.
As the days passed, he noticed some of her old self returning to her eyes. Ever since they had stopped at the stadium and things had settled down, he had noticed how her face had changed. All their group's faces did. Without the constant need to focus on survival, all the horrifying aspects of their new reality hit them hard.
He was happy to see Hermione returning to her self again.
And, in a moment as the setting sun caught on her soft smile as she sat beside him, their arms lightly brushing. A paralyzing thought hit Draco.
Draco was the one that changed.
Or rather, his perception of the know-it-all muggle-born witch he had spent most of his adolescent years terrorizing and bullying. He tore his eyes away as he found himself noticing how beautiful her face was, the small smattering of freckles on her nose. Her dark chocolate colored eyes and the way even the smallest of smiles lit up her face.
She was breathtaking. Not just pretty, fit, or hot. Hermione had grown to become an exceptionally beautiful woman.
And once he had recognized that, there was no way to go back to how things were.
Hermione's smile fell as her eyebrows furrowed, pulling Draco from his reverie as reality came back to him. She shook his head in an attempt to clear it.
Merlin's beard this is not good.
"What's that?" Hermione asked, turning to him with wide concerned eyes.
"What's what?" Draco sputtered as he turned his eyes away. Had he accidentally spoken out loud?
"That. Down there."
Hermione tilted her head down to the ground below them. Draco blinked for a moment, then realized she had seen something down there. He peered down to the darkening landscape them curiously as relief flooded through him...
