A/N: I'm sorry I've taken so long to update this. Amazingly long bout of writer's block.
Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling and I don't own any of the characters…if I were JK, I would be sitting on a beach sipping margaritas somewhere writing HP – The Next Generation…or just sitting on the beach sipping margaritas.
"Who I Am Hates Who I've Been"
I watched the proverbial
Coming up over the Pacific and
You might think I'm losing my mind,
But I will shy away from the specifics...
'cause I don't want you to know where I am
'cause then you'll see my heart
In the saddest state it's ever been.
This is no place to try and live my life.
Hermione slowly sat up and blinked her eyes. She tiredly rubbed her eyes and took in her surroundings. She was surrounded by silence and trees; there seemed to be little light seeping through the thick underbrush of the massive tree trunks and she could not discern whether it was early morning or twilight. Her body ached all over…even her bloody hair was aching. A loud sniffling from behind her made her jump to her feet and reach for her wand. "Calm down Granger, if I wanted you dead I wouldn't have bothered saving you from my aunt." Hermione stared at Malfoy; he was sitting on the forest floor and looked distinctly disheveled. His blond hair hung around his dirty tear splotched face. The forlorn look on Malfoy's face sent panic through her body, "What happened? I was…Bellatrix…Harry, Ron, where are they? What happened to them? Where are we?" "I have no idea where they are Granger…I was rather preoccupied at the time…you know…getting you the hell away from my aunt before she cut you worse than she already did. To answer where we're at…I think we're somewhere in Bagot's Wood…I didn't know where else to go and it was the first place that came to mind." Hermione gaped at him, "Bagot's Wood, as in Bagot's Wood near Abbots Bromley? The largest remaining part of Needwood Forest? How on earth do you even know about Bagot's Wood? It's a muggle forest preservation…" Malfoy stared back, "Well, I'm going to presume you're feeling better…and it's not like I was always a Death Eater wannabe…if you must know, I saw a picture of this place on a muggle picture card thing my aunt Andromeda sent to mother once…and as you pointed out, it's a muggle forest so I doubt any Death Eaters know anything about it or would guess I'd come here."
Hermione stood up and began to pace in a large circle talking to herself, "Poor Ron and Harry…they must be so worried…did they get out? They had to of gotten out…but where did they…I…I just can't think about them right now…a plan…that's what we need, a plan…where can we go?" Draco gave her a hard look, "No, what we're going to do is sit here and rest for awhile…then we're going to try to find something to eat…and then we're going to try to come up with a plan…in case you've forgotten, you just got crucioed and I just turned my back on my entire family…who's most likely going to be tortured at the least and killed at the worst for my little fit of conscience…we…I need some time…please…Granger…can't we just sit here for a little bit…I swear to you…you'll be back on the run with Death Eaters hot on your tail in no time at all…but for now…I just want to sit." Hermione looked into his woebegone face and her determined expression softened, "Why'd you do it Malfoy? You've spent the last six and a half years of my life doing your best to make my life miserable and make me feel inferior…why did you throw your life away to save mine…a mere mudblood?"
Draco looked up into her warm brown eyes and then lowered his head and closed his eyes. "I don't know why…I just did."
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