Death Is Only Life Without Living •NEW CHAPTERS!!!!!•
written by Avery Vollen
Hermione fakes her death, and the Wizarding world shall mourn. Draco Malfoy fakes his as well, and they both coincidentally run off to the same place, and Draco has something to tell her. Something that will change her life, or, what once was.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Running away from life while still living
Chapter 2
Hermione POV
I run as fast as I can. Where to? I don’t know. I’m in a small town, when I come across a sign. Little Hangleton. Great, this is just what I need. Voldemort’s ghost haunting me. Of course, I don’t actually KNOW that Voldemort came back, but he seems like the type to haunt people.
Voldemort+Moaning Myrtle.
I can see it now.
I laugh at my own joke.
Is this really what my life has come to?
I come to a small motel on the edge of town.
“Two galleons to stay the night.” The worker says.
Oh, cheap. I hand him the money in exchange for the room keys.
I trudge to my room, and throw myself on the bed.
I wake up, get dressed, and leave the room. I find someone waiting outside the room.
“WHAT?” I say.
I glare into his grey eyes.
His hair is over-hairgelled as usual. “So you’re not dead?” He asks. “To be honest, I thought you were too” I reply.
I never thought that he would be here, out of all people, the person I meet outside of my door is....
I run as fast as I can. Where to? I don’t know. I’m in a small town, when I come across a sign. Little Hangleton. Great, this is just what I need. Voldemort’s ghost haunting me. Of course, I don’t actually KNOW that Voldemort came back, but he seems like the type to haunt people.
Voldemort+Moaning Myrtle.
I can see it now.
I laugh at my own joke.
Is this really what my life has come to?
I come to a small motel on the edge of town.
“Two galleons to stay the night.” The worker says.
Oh, cheap. I hand him the money in exchange for the room keys.
I trudge to my room, and throw myself on the bed.
I wake up, get dressed, and leave the room. I find someone waiting outside the room.
“WHAT?” I say.
I glare into his grey eyes.
His hair is over-hairgelled as usual. “So you’re not dead?” He asks. “To be honest, I thought you were too” I reply.
I never thought that he would be here, out of all people, the person I meet outside of my door is....
