Biker

Ok this is my first ever fanfic. Let me know what you think. I can only get better if people tell me what the don't like about my story.
So here goes. Dive in.




A young woman walking down the street shivered and cautiously looked over her shoulder seeing nothing. ‘It’s nothing woman. Get your act together. Just get back to the hotel’ Hermione Granger thought to herself. Picking up her pace as she crossed the street she heard them. Two sets of footsteps. ‘Shit. Don’t look back. Don’t look back’ Now in a slight jog she stupidly peeks over her shoulder again and sees them two shadows wearing black cloaks shadowing their faces. ‘Run’ she thought.
Breaking out into a run, she turns a corner and trips over some trash. With a gasp, she falls to the ground scraping up her hands and knees. Hermione rolls over onto her back trying to get up as the death eaters come around the corner.
“What do we have here? Little witch thinks she can get away from us. What she should we do with her? Or should I say to her?” the tallest one says with a chuckle. Hermione slowly raises herself from the ground. Leaning against the wall, she takes deep breaths trying to calm her. “Look guys I think we can come to some kind of agreement.” Hermione said. The other figure grabs Hermione by her upper arms and slams her into the wall. Hermione begs “Please! Please don’t hurt me.” The tall figure comes closer looking close to her face. “Oh! You’re that girl Harry Potter runs with. Where is he?” He looks around thinking Harry is with her. Hermione replies “He will be looking for me if you don’t let me go.”
The tallest man throws his head back and laughs. “ She thinks we would actually be scared of that little BOY.” He said. He presses is body against hers. Hermione could smell his garlic breath. Trying not to gag, she tries to scream but he places his dirt hand over her mouth. He takes his other hand and begins to slowly move it up her hip and over her stomach. He grabs her breast and squeezes it. “ Very nice. The young ones are always fun to break.” Hermione feels her eyes stop to burn. ‘ Don’t cry that’s what they want. Where’s that gryffindor bravery? I think it went out the window about 2 minutes ago.’
Suddenly a black motorcycle came roaring around the corner and skidded to a halt right in front of the group. The thugs were stunned and the man holding hermione stepped back from her. “ JUMP ON!” the mysterious biker said. Hermione runs around the guy and jumps on the back on the bike. The biker guns it and they peel out down the alleyway out on to the street. They speed out of town until they came to rest stop. The biker pulls over and turns off the bike. Hermione hops off the bike. “ Thank you so much. I don’t how can’t think you enough. You saved my life back there.” She said.
The bike steps off the bike and turns around to face her. He takes off his helmet and says, “ It’s the least I can do.” Hermione gasp and steps back. “Draco?!”