13 Days of Halloween- Day 8
Day 1- BROTP Harmony
Day 2- Fremione
Day 3- Black Sisters
Day 4- Sirimione
Day 5- Remione
Day 6- Parent!Harry/Teddy
Day 7- Sanguini Origins
Prompt by @mechengmama
Draco couldn’t believe he’d let Hermione talk him into this. A film about dark creatures for fun. He sneered at the actors on the screen, “Is this really what muggles think werewolves look like? Some sort of half man half wolf thing?” He whispered.
“Shhhh, just watch the movie.” Hermione whispered back, eyes glued to the screen.
“I can’t watch this. Let’s get out of here.” Draco tugged on her arm.
“No, I’m enjoying this.” Hermione told him.
Draco sneered at the screen once more standing and making his way out of the theater. She could watch it. He had better things to do.
Hermione sighed as Draco left. The movie wasn’t even halfway over and he wanted to go. She suspected he was more afraid of the creatures on screen than he was letting on. He did have to live with Greyback…. She sighed again and handed her popcorn off to Harry sitting next to her. He gave her a questioning look, but accepted the extra popcorn.
Hermione caught up with Draco just in front of the theatre. He jumped a little when she grabbed his arm. “Were you scared? It’s just a movie.” She asked.
“I wasn’t scared.” Draco scowled and turned away from her.
“You were scared.” Hermione said soft enough he couldn’t hear her. She quickly realized Draco was already walking down the street and she hurried to catch up to him.
They had turned down a dark street and Draco felt a thrill of dread run down his spine. Hermione caught his shiver, but didn’t say anything. They walked side-by-side for a while, curious, she looked down at her watch. “It’s almost midnight.” She said conversationally. She wasn’t sure if it was Draco’s fear, or her own that was made her quicken her pace.
Draco noticed that Hermione began to walk a beat faster after telling him the time. They wouldn’t make it home before midnight; and even though he knew, he knew, that the real ‘witching hour’ was closer to three am than midnight, he was still filled with dread. He matched his pace to hers and wondered why they had walked.
His head was had been down, looking at the mist playing about his feet, but something made him look up. There, under the moonlight, he could have sworn he saw… Draco opened his mouth to shout a warning, but terror stole the sound before he could make it. He turned to look at Hermione, she was staring back at him in wide-eyed horror. In unspoken agreement, they pulled out their wands and began to run.
They hadn’t made it far.
Draco backed up into Hermione. They hadn’t fought together since that last battle at Hogwarts, but their bodies remembered what to do. They stood back to back, wands raised, ready to strike out at the threat. Draco watched, paralyzed, as the things shuffled closer. One was missing a hand, another an eye, and one… One looked to be fresher than the others. Its skin was gray and sagging from the bones, its jaw was missing and a black tongue dangled from the gaping maw. The smell was disgusting, a mix of mold and decaying meat. It made Draco gag, the bile burning his throat. The sounds they made raised goosebumps on his arms and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up painfully.
“What are these?” Draco’s voice was hoarse from fear. They looked like inferi mixed with ghouls. But certainly no one would be stupid enough to actually combine the two?
“Zombies.” Hermione bit the word out and he filed it away for later. “They’re already dead.” She offered. Silently, she slashed at one, taking it out at the knees, but it continued to crawl toward them, pulling itself along. Draco turned around, just in time to stop one from closing its open jaws on his outstretched arm. A wild bombarda blew apart the zombie’s head and its body fell at his feet, still.
“They bite?” Draco said in a strangled voice.
“Yeah.” Hermione panted. “Don’t let them bite you. It’s- arugh!” She screamed before she could finish telling him why he should avoid being bitten. Draco took out another zombie before turning. Hermione was holding her arm against her chest, but Draco could see the damage. He gulped as she looked up at him. Her eyes were already yellowing and her skin took on a deathly pallor.
“Hermione?” He asked, unsure what was happening. She opened her mouth, but she only moaned like the rest of them. Draco scanned the crowd of zombies that had gathered behind her. He could feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “I-” He cut off when they all stopped moving. Not one, but all of them. Then, without any warning, they began to move together.
Draco blinked in surprise. They looked to be… but no, they couldn’t… Draco watched, stupefied as Hermione and the zombies behind her began to move in a halting dance. It wasn’t exactly graceful, but it was still obvious they were moving in synchronization. When Hermione raised her arms, forming an X above her head, and jutted her hips at him, Draco turned and ran. He didn’t know anything about these zombies, but what they were doing looked all too much like a dark ritual to him, and he refused to be a victim.
Tears leaked from his eyes as he ran, but he wiped them away. Hermione is already gone. One of them, he reminded himself harshly. There was nothing he could do to save her. He risked a quick glance back to see them chasing after him, Hermione leading the pack. Up ahead, he spotted an old house that appeared to be abandoned. He dashed up to it and in his fear, scrambled to open the door, losing precious seconds. Another terrified look back and Draco remembered the wand in his hand. The door with a quick spell, before slamming it shut behind him. He looked around for a place to hide, but it was too late.
They were inside.
The zombies had climbed in through broken out windows and others had forced the door. Hermione steadily made her way toward him. Draco backed away with his wand raised, but he was unwilling to use it. Even with the yellow eyes and graying skin, she still looked like his Hermione. “Please don’t make me.” He whispered and backed up another step… and lost his balance, falling backwards onto the couch he had bumped into.
Hermione advanced on him quickly and Draco closed his eyes. If he couldn’t beat her, then at least he could join her…
Draco opened his eyes to see his Hermione looking down on him, concern in her warm brown eyes. Her skin was golden and glowing with life. “Hermione!” He shouted and reached out to take her in his arms. He breathed in deeply, savoring her comforting scent of vanilla and citrus.
“Draco, what’s wrong? You were shaking and crying out in your sleep.”
Draco blinked the sleep from his eyes. “I had the strangest dream. It had those shuffling ghoul inferi things and you were one and…” He trailed off when Hermione started shaking in his arms from silent laughter. “What?” He asked defensively.
“I think we’ll take ‘Thriller’ movies off our list of things to watch.” She pulled out of his arms and smiled down at him warmly. “Wash up, supper’s almost ready.”
Hermione turned away and Draco missed the way her eyes flashed yellow when she smirked.
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