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It Happens In Autumn | Dramione

It Happens In Autumn | Dramione

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Wizarding World: Harry Potter
And suddenly, they heard the door open slowly, which had a little bit of light from outside the section. They got down, Draco hid under a table on the right, and Hermione hid under the table on the left. Hermione moved her foot, accidently stepped onto one of the lamp's broken glass. It made a loud cracking noise. The person went inside. Draco and Hermione nervously looked at each other. The door was shut, very loud by whoever entered the section. "Bloody-" Draco reacted, eyes wide open. Hermione places her finger on her lips. "Shhhh," She said. Hermione turned around, and suddenly, a witch, wearing an emerald cloak stood there with her wand out, having a small circle of light from the tip. Hermione faced Draco again."It's Professor McGonagall!" She whispered. Hermione was a few feet away from the door, but still, she can kind of see it. Draco, can't see. Hermione's in front of him, blocking his vision. Draco slowly and nervously hugs his book, scared of getting caught by McGonagall. Hermione and Draco were both shivering and sweating. "Are both of you sure, that you heard a glass shattering from here?" McGonagall asked to no one, Hermione tried to check who she was asking that question, but it's hard. A shelf was kind of blocking her. Instead of looking, Hermione decided to close her eyes and listen, trying to recognize someone's voice if they speak. "Yes, Proffesor. It was here somewhere in this section." A girl answered. Hermione and Draco only heard her voice. They were pretty sure it was Daphne Greengrass.
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Dramione xxRomcexxxSpicyxx Excerpt One: Fuck! Hermione saw the trap she'd just run into. She could feel the vampires inching closer on three sides The anti-apparition wards had to be close by, she could almost feel them lifting just beyond the field. An engine squeals and as she whips her head to look a motorbike comes into view speeding from the tree line directly at Hermione. Hermione begins to turn and run in the opposite direction but was halted as she saw two more vampires emerge from the forest she had just been running from. The motor bike reached her before any vampire did and skid to a stop in front of her. A powerful dark curse flings out of the maniac drivers wand, past Hermione and at the vampires emerging from the woods. The vampires that are hit with it fall instantly. The others, sensing the dark magic freeze apprehensively on the spot. Hermione looked back at the driver, her eyes wild from flight and fear. He flicks the visor of his full faced helmet up revealing the penetrating silver eyes Hermione had been dreaming of since she had awoke from her coma. "Get on, Granger!" the voice commands . . . Excerpt Two: "Are you sure you're safe, Granger?" Draco asked and took a step closer to her. "After all . . ." Draco took another step towards her. Hermione steeped back, one step, then two as he moved closer to her. All her emotions for him from the time she'd spent in a coma with him came swirling back. Had that even been real? She tired to reason with her feelings. "You're all alone with a death eater." He finished. Hermione hit a wall and was forced to stop. "A cold," Draco took another step towards her, "ruthless," he took a final step, putting his body only an inch away from her, "killer." Draco's face dropped closer to Hermione's. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek. Smell the oaky crisp scent of his skin. A luring scent, it pulled at her . . .

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