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Written for Song-fic Boot Camp
Prompt: Eenie Meenie by Sean Kingston ft Justin Beiber
Summary: It's her wedding…she's marrying Ronald Weasley, the man whom she has loved from years. But standing in front of her to be husband in few minutes, all she can think about is a certain blond haired boy whom she knows as nothing but her tormenter.
Life Is A Gamble
"Hermione?" Ron's voice brought her out of her reverie.
Hermione stared at him wide-eyed. Her palms were sweaty and her heartbeat had accelerated. This was not the time to have an epiphany. She was about to get married to Ronald Weasley, they were standing at the altar waiting for her to say 'I do.'
"I-I…" why couldn't she say the words?! She knew this was just completely stupid! She loved Ronald Weasley! She wanted to marry him!
"I'm sorry!" she gasped and ran back the way she had walked. She didn't stop back to look at the look of horror on Ronald's face, the sad knowing look on Harry's and just surprise on everyone else's. A babble of noises filled the room as she left. As soon as she found herself alone she disapparated concentrating on the place he said he would be waiting.
This wasn't some stupid prank of his, he was there of course.
Waiting for her.
His shirt was tucked out loosely and his tie was loose around his neck.
"You came!" Malfoy gasped, a smile spreading across his face. But it stopped mid-way when he noticed that fat tears were falling down Hermione's eyes.
"W-what's wrong?" he whispered, hesitantly. Hermione just continued to cry, she couldn't believe what she had done.
"Hermione? Tell me what's wrong?" he begged. He was feeling helpless, he tried to comfort her but she wouldn't let him.
"I…j-j-just…ran…a-a-away from…m-m-my…w-w-w-wedd-in-g!" she mumbled.
"Shush…" He pulled her in a forceful hug. She fought at first but finally gave in crying into his chest; he rubbed her back trying to make her feel better. They stood there in that position until Hermione calmed down.
This time, when Hermione tried to pull away he let go; her nose was red and eyes were puffy. He just stared at her.
The calm and rational Hermione seemed to be returning…at a very fast pace. Her eyes were alarmed as she looked at him. "I don't know why I came here…to you," she mumbled.
"Are you really asking yourself that?" Draco whispered back, still staring at her.
Hermione stared at him platonically, her brown eyes meeting his grey ones.
At that moment both of them knew why she was here…with him.
A/N: Just something I wrote a while back but finally got a chance to upload, hope you liked it. =)