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When the Dead comes A'knocking	By : malfoy-fanatic Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7062 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The plot of this story is mine. All the credit goes to J.K Rowling and her fab Harry Potter series. I dont earn any money or gain profit from this story which is the Dramione fandom :)

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Shock
Two figures strolled down the corridor in silence. One was just strolling casually while the others work was straight and brisk agitation oozing with every step. The white blonde hair of the latter shone in the faint candle light, his grey eyes glinting. The former, however was the opposite with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. Both were carrying weapons of sorts from hand guns and knives hanging low on holsters on their hips to the samurai sword strapped across the blondes back and a cross bow on the other man. The angry blonde haired, grey eyed man was no other than ex-death eater Draco Malfoy. He strolled down the corridor of an old secondary school with purpose having heard some hopeful news.
“I can't believe you hit her!” Draco whispered. The other man chuckled quietly.
“Had to be done. You can never be too careful.”
“What? You'd hit every woman who seeks help?!”
“Bollocks. We both know you'd have done the same. You're just pissy because it was yar girlfriend.” Draco clenched his jaw, curling his fingers into fists.
“She's not my girlfriend. We weren't the best of friends at school.”
“Well you sure have got ya knickers in a right twist over her.”
“Fuck off John.” John chuckled once more.
Hermione groaned as the last of unconsciousness drifted from the dregs of her mind leaving behind a throbbing head ache. Hermione couldn’t remember most of what had happened, recalling strange snippets of coming back to England which was now full of the dead. She surmised it as one hell of a dream induced by too much drinking. It was her last day in America after all. Why not go out with a bang. Burying herself in her covers, Hermione attempted to drift back off to sleep.
Hermione shuffled up from the covers sighing. She just couldn't fully fall asleep and was just tossing and turning for the most part of an hour. Now wide awake Hermione observed her surroundings. This wasn't her bedroom. She was lying on what looked like a mattress on the floor. The only window had been boarded up and the only source of light was coming from a candle on the side of her bed. She also noticed what looked like to be a glass of water. She reached out for the glass taking a sip of the cool water quenching her dry throat. Where was she? Had she really gotten so shit faced last night that she had ended up in a squat? Dear lord, had she slept with a hobo?!
“Glad you're up.” Swivelling her head in surprise Hermione looked on as a figure stepped out of the shadow. He was tall, with brushed back brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was clean shaven, making his high subtle cheek bones stand out with full pale pink lips. He was very attractive. Was this the hobo? He very much didn't look like a hobo. He also had a strong irish accent she noticed. Hermione then noticed the cross bow strapped to his back.
“Why did he have a cross bow?” Hermione wondered. Then everything came back to her. Port keying to Grimauld Place, running through London, getting hit by a man with a cross bow!
“You hit me!” Hermione shouted. Not trusting the man in front of her, Hermione begun searching for her wand before noticing beside her on the mattress. She clutched it, glaring at the man in defiance. He chuckled.
“I had to, miss, there are some funny people out there now. All desperate for more resources.”
“And now? Did you suddenly change your mind?”
“Let's just say you have a guardian angel otherwise you'd be 6 feet under.” He grinned at her. Hermione scowled.
“Care to elaborate?”
“He's talking about me, Granger.” Hermione froze. She knew that voice. She'd heard it repeatedly for 6 years. It couldn't be him. Of all the people to be stuck in a zombie apocalypse it had to him didn't it? Hermione turned and met the stormy grey eyes of Draco Malfoy.
“Malfoy.” Hermione folded her arms in defence.
“Granger.” He countered.
“What are you doing here?”
Draco smirked. “I could ask you the same thing. Last I heard Weasel had run you out of the country.” Hermione was seething.
“Fuck you, Malfoy.”
“Maybe later. Aren't you going to thank your saviour?” He clutched at his heart placing a wounded look on his usually poker face. Hermoine snorted.
“Saved me from what exactly?”
“John here. If I hadn't stopped him you'd be dead meat.” John chuckled.
“Dead meat. Where do ya come up with this stuff?” Draco grinned at John. When had Malfoy decided he could stand next to a muggle let alone be friends with them? Life was truly fucked up. Hermione sighed.
“Whats going on here? Why is London full of walking dead people?”
“Not just London, everywhere. All of England, Wales and Scotland.”
“What about Ireland?”
“Thee blood of the Irish is too strong for those fuckers.” John piped in. Draco chuckled.
“No. As far as we know the curse hadn't spread overseas.”
“Curse?” Hermione frowned.
“The Dark Lord was smarter than we thought. I think he knew he was going to die eventually, so he created this curse as revenge for wizards and muggles alike.”
“Why did it take so long for this curse as you put it to activate?”
“Sense of security? One of his loyal Death Eaters who knew about his plan must have done something to activate it? The Dark Lord knew quite a bit about dark magic. There was a mass break out in Azkaban, round about the same time the second anniversary of the war”
“Oh.” Hermione whispered. “So how do we kill these things? Magic doesn't work on them.”
“Damage the brain with any sort of weapon and they go out like a light. Make sure you don't get bit and your good to go.”
“I see.” Hermione pursed her lips. “And why can't we apparate?”
“The Ministry put it up to prevent it spreading. Anyone can enter the country but once you're in, you'll never be going out.” John chuckled.
“Scare the crap outta her why don't ya.”
“Well it's not all leprachauns and rainbows.”
“Oi ya wee shit. I resent that.” John punched Draco in the arm. Draco settled hi gaze on a flustered Hermione, biting her cute lips deep in thought.
“Anymore questions bubbling in that big bushy head of yours?” Hermione was shook out of her reverie glaring at Draco. And then something Draco never would have imagined, Hermione lifted her arm and flipped Draco the bird. Draco was speechless for a moment before he begun laughing.
“My, what a potty little brain you have Granger. Never would’ve seen the day. Its quite endearing.” Hermione was seething.
“The audacity of this prick.” “Drop dead Malfoy.”
“I'd still be walking.” Draco chuckled. “Well, if thats everything Granger, we'll be going.” He turned to leave.
“Wait, Malfoy.” Hermione hesitated. “Have you heard from Harry or Ron?” Malfoy sighed, rubbing a hand down his face.
“No Granger. But, Potter's strong, he'll be alright.” Draco turned to leave again.
John hesistated, watching Hermione for a moment.
“Say miss, we're going for some food, would you like to join us?” Hermione watched John for a moment before glancing at Draco. He was at the door now waiting for John.
“Erm, sure.” Hermione smiled, getting up and joining the two men. John returned the smile, motioning for her to leave the room before him. Draco was already down the hall, Hermione having to hurry to catch up with him.
Authors note:
What do you think? Im sorry I took so long, I wrote something tried to update it but it wouldn't which made me cry. It took so long!
Thistle: Yaaaaay. First reviewer. <3 They are both such great fandoms, glad you like it!
themysticaldragon: Do it! I've not seen any zombie apocalypse Harry Potter series! We need more. If you do, give me a link and I'll read it! :D
kit: Glad it met your needs!
kaderin452: First episode?! You're missing out! The whole someone not knowing about zombies are accidently coming upon them is a massive cliche, just not the walking dead but 28 days later and a few more I've seen. Which is more main character falling into a coma. Hope you enjoyed it!
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