She was an 18 year old beauty queen. Her looks were flawless, her body had men drooling after her, but she always felt self conscious. She felt as though she wasn't good enough to be loved by anyone. Now she was broken and alone. She had no one to go to when she was afraid, sad, or just needed someone to talk to. Her b9friend had abused her and the last thing he ever did was hit her so hard she bleed. Now she was never going to see her friends again.
I was sitting in the back of the bar when she walked in. She ordered something to drink before going to the other side of the room and sat down.
With her head in her hands she stared down at a piece of paper on the table in front of her. Once she got her drink I got up and walked over to her.
"Hey." I greeted her.
She looked up at me in shock. "Draco?"
"The one and only." I replied.
I glanced down at the paper on the table and then back at her. "Do you mind?" I asked.
She just shrugged and slid the paper over towards me. Hesitantly, I picked up the paper and read it's contents.
Dear Hermione Jean Granger,
We are sorry to inform you that Ginny Weasley, Ronald Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter, Seamus Finnigan, Neville Longbottom, and Dean Thomas were found dead at precisely 2:34 this morning at the Weasley's household.
The rest of the Weasley's were said to be in Romania visiting the second eldest of the Weasley brothers for his birthday. The Weasley home is currently being investigated for any clues or traces of magic that has been used to take the lives of these seven innocent teenagers.
We will let you know when something comes up.
Sincerely,
Minister of Magic
Kingsley Shacklebolt
When I finished reading the letter I looked up to see tears streaming down her face. She stood up abruptly and left the bar without another word.
"Draco, what are you doing? You look lost."
I turned around to see a dark skinned wizard standing behind me. Instead of answering I handed him the letter and waited for his reaction.
"Geez, that's too bad." He sighed after a while.
"She has nobody." I whispered.
"What do you mean?" Blaise asked me.
"She. Has. Nobody. Her parents are in Australia, her closest friends are dead, the rest of the Weasley family won't be able to be there for her because they will most likely pack up and leave their current home to live with one of the older brothers. Blaise, she is alone." I said.
"What are you going to do about it? You know as well as I do that your parents won't allow you to help her." Blaise reasoned.
"I know but I don't care if I have to stand outside in the rain at the end of her block to get her attention as long as she knows that someone is there and cares for her." I argued.
"Do you know where she would be right now?" He asked.
I though for a minute before it hit me. "Blaise, she has one of those muggle transportation thingies. We can track it and find her."
"A car?" Blaise asked.
"Yeah that."
We ran outside and I cast a tracking spell. When a faint glow issued from the end of my wand we took off in the direction it was pointing us in.
"Blaise, I don't care if I am disowned or tortured to insanity. But I am going to make sure she is loved and loved properly." I said as we ran.
When we reached our destination, Blaise and I stopped and stared at her car. It was Blaise that broke the silence.
"Good luck." Then he apparated away.
After catching my breath, I walked towards her car and gently tapped on the drivers window. She looked at me then rolled down the window.
"What do you want?" She asked quietly.
"Are you ok?" I replied softly.
"No. My best friends are dead. I have no one to turn to." Her voice broke and she started crying.
I opened the door and wrapped her up in a hug. She leaned into my chest and cried. We stayed like that for a while. When she pulled back she smiled at me weakly.
It wasn't the smile I was used to seeing when she was with her friends, it was a broken smile. One I never wanted to see on anyone ever again.
"Do you want to stay at my place for a while?" I asked quietly.
She looked at me with a confused expression on her face. "B- but you h- hate me." She stuttered as resh tears cascaded down her face again. I wiped them away with my thumb and stared into the eyes of Hermione Granger.
"I never hated you Hermione. That was all just an act."
"You sounded pretty convincing to me." She whispered.
"And I hated every minute of it. My father pressured me into so much that I didn't know I was doing it half the time. Hermione I have loved you ever since you punched me in the face in third year." She chuckled slightly remembering that day she struck me with her fist right in the nose. "I cried myself to sleep so many times because of what I have done to you. And when I seen you in that dress at the Yule Ball, I was speechless. I couldn't keep my eyes off you. Hermione, I love you. I don't want you to feel alone now that your closest friends are gone. I will be with you through the ups and downs. The good and the bad. Hermione, I want to be with you."
She just looked at me with a look I couldn't decipher before smiling that same broken smiling I seen a little bit ago. "I would love to Draco. I love you too." Then without warning her lips were pressed against mine. I kissed back.
When we broke apart she giggled before turning on her car. "Are you coming or not?" She looked at me.
I smiled and went around the car and climbed into the passenger seat.
She pulled out of the parking lit and drove. We sat in a comfortable silence as she drove out of town and away from everything we used to know. We were happy and nothing was going to ruin that for us.
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She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5
I just wanted to let you know that I am working on the next one shot and that it is going to be long. I am not exaggerating when I say this because it is the truth. It'll probably be done in two or three parts but I am not sure yet.
Ok, I am going to apparate away now. Bye!
