Path | Dramione

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-Hermione Granger-

She makes plans for the weekend, can't wait to go out
'Til she changes her mind, says, "let's stay on the couch and watch TV"
And she falls asleep
Beautiful, crazy, she can't help but amaze me
The way that she dances, ain't afraid to take chances
And wears her heart on her sleeve
Yeah, she's crazy but her crazy's beautiful to me
She's unpredictable, unforgettable
It's unusual, unbelievable
How I'm such a fool, yeah I'm such a fool for her

I spin around and grab the pancake batter from the other counter and then spin back to the griddle, pouring out four more pancakes. I grab a handful of chocolate chips and sprinkle them into the circles of batter.

"Hermione," I hear my black haired best friend shout from the other room.

"Whatttt," I shout over Luke Combes voice. Harry walks into the kitchen looking paler than usual.

"Um-someone's at the door...they have blood on their shirt."

I look at Harry, my eyebrows furrowed while thoughts run through my head.

Who tf is at our house this earlier in the morning

Who died

Why is their blood on their shirt

The mafia.

Somehow I know the Mafia is involved. I just know it. Why else would someone show up on our door step, with blood on their shirt!!

I start to whisper, "Harry, theirs a back stair case past Draco's office, go quietly and don't let the guy at the door see you."

"Hermione what's happening," Harry whispers, his voice worried and scared. "Where are you going to go?"

"Don't worry about it Harry, everything's going to be fine, just GO."

I push Harry back and he gives me one last take before going out the side arch of the kitchen, near the sliding glass door to the back stair case. I grab one of the knifes by the fridge and walk out of the kitchen, keeping my distance from the front door.

I look around the door and see one of the meme beds from Draco's meetings standing the doorway. I see a gun sticking out from his waist band and I tense.

"Wha-what do you need?" I stutter slightly, readjusting my grip on the knife.

"I'm not here for you little girl," the guy says. "Where's Malfoy."

"What do you want with Draco," I say tightly, my jaw tense and my knuckles white form my grip on the knife.

"He has to help us."

"He doesn't HAVE to do anything," I bite back at the man with blood on his shirt. His blonde hair also has blood in it, on the tips and there's splatters on his face.

"He has a duty to the Boss, and the Boss wants him."

"I don't care, I'm not letting him kill anyone else!" I shout. The blond man starts to walk into the house. My hand shoots up so I'm pointing the knife at him. "Don't come any farther!"

I watch as he quickly grabs his gun from his waste band and points in at my head, making my eyes prick with tears. I hear footsteps coming down the stone stairs behind me.

"Hermione! Hermione get out of the way!" Draco shouts and I look behind my shoulder to watch him come down the stairs at a speed I've never see him do. I see the outline of a hand gun in Draco's waistband.

Draco grabs my arm, pulling it down. I drop the knife and turn to look at him. "Draco you can't go."

"I have to, you know that. Where's Harry?"

"He went through the back staircase. Baby please don't stay here. For me...for our son."

"Hermione I'm going to be fine. We're all going to be fine."