(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 gathered whatever things around their camp they could make into weapons. They had been gathering them half heartedly up to this point, the only one taking it seriously Hermione herself. She had sharpened long wooden sticks into spears, and gathered some of Luna's haphazard objects that littered the tent, taking whatever she deemed to be useful against the dead.
Most of the things were useless, but she did find: a baseball bat, some nails, and a few knives. There were also the items they had used in their fight before, her fire poker, Draco's axe, and Zabini's long kitchen knife. Luna had a long metal shovel she said she had brought with her when she had portkeyed in. It was stained in blood, confirming her story, though Hermione had never seen a shovel in a wizarding home.
Her father's oddball collection of muggle objects only served to remind Hermione of Arthur, and a pang went through her heart. She shook it off and turned to her friends.
She passed Harry the baseball bat that she had pounded some nails into. Reluctantly, Hermione let Augurey have a pick of the knives, frowning as she took the largest one. She didn't want to leave the girl unarmed, but she just didn't feel right letting a child use a weapon -- a long sharp pointed one at that. But as Augurey weighed in in her hands, and grasped its handle in her small fingers, Hermione got the sense she had done this before.
Hermione had made use of some ducktape she had found back at the campsite and stowed in her bag to make some makeshift weapon holsters, which she had then attached to a few belts. It was these belts which they now wore, stowing the remainder of the knives on Harry, Draco, and Zabini's belts, along with a few on hers and Luna's.
Hermione and Draco made eye contact, and she looked away. Had he not notified them when he did, they might have been left defenseless. It was a good thing he had been looking out over the moors. Hermione knew she sure hadn't been lately.
Still, she had seen a flicker in his eyes as they had met hers, and she couldn't help but wonder if he had been considering running away again. Especially with how Zabini was arguing with them on the subject -- postponing their departure.
Regardless, Draco now prepared by their side, and for that Hermione was grateful.
She flexed her arms. Her arm that had been broken still ached, but it was in much better shape than the last time. Besides, Draco said if they were quick they could avoid all of the dead by going out the other side of the large stadium. He has seen the horde coming from the southwest, so if they went to the northeast hopefully they could avoid them all together.
But -- Draco had said that was if they were quick, and unfortunately, Zabini's reluctance was slowing them down.
"They won't find us up here. This is absolutely mad."
"Do you really want to stick around and find out if that's true, Zabini?" Draco snapped as he layered one of Mr. Lovegood's shirts over his own, attempting to prepare himself for the cooler weather they would face in abandoning their camp. It could be some time before they were able to settle somewhere else.
