(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 walked away as Hermione helped Potter to sit up, needed some time alone with his thoughts. Potter was back, and he had brought a strange little girl with him.
A chill went up his spine, remembering her dark eyes as he had watched her, curled up beside Harry as he bled out. Something about her was familiar, and he knew exactly why.
But...that was impossible. His aunt had never had any children.
Draco shook his head, returning to the wizarding tent. Zabini was sitting up on his bed, a candle beside him as he looked curiously at Draco as he marched in.
"The hell is going on? You've been out there all night, I heard screaming, and Luna woke me when she came in here running around like a crazed woman. I thought someone had died." Zabini looked passed Draco to the tent flaps behind him, his brow furrowing. His mouth tightened, the only sign of his concern. "Where's Lovegood and Granger?"
Draco sighed, moving to the small water container they had, only a ration of the water left. He poured some into his water bottle, and took a long gulp. "They are with Potter,"
Zabini straightened, his eyes widening. "You've got to be bloody kidding me."
Draco shook his head, collapsing back onto the couch that he shared with Hermione every night. A flicker of annoyance ran through him, realizing he wouldn't be doing that anymore. Just a few hours ago he had wanted to push the Gryffindor away, now he was afraid he would actually get his wish.
Potter was back, and Draco knew his strange new relationship with Hermione would change as a result.
"He showed up a bloody mess, Hermione took care of him all night. He lived, of course. More durable than a cockroach, that one is."
Zabini snorted from behind him, sharing in Draco's amusement. "Well, I guess I'm glad none of you are dead. Still. Potter. Guess you won't be snuggling with Granger every night anymore."
Draco pursed his lips, even though Zabini had just voiced his own private thoughts. "Sod off, Zabini."
The Slytherin laughed.
"I know you are thinking it. It's for the best, you and the mudblood wouldn't have lasted anyway."
Draco closed his eyes, "Don't call her that anymore," he said coolly.
Zabini sighed behind him, and Draco could feel the mocking energy radiating from him before he even spoke, "What, don't like the reminder, Malfoy?"
Draco made to spin around, the urge to punch the arrogant Slytherin in the face, but he tensed his jaw and stayed seated. After a moment, he said instead, "No. I just think we have moved passed such childish nicknames. She's saved our arses more times than we can count."
