Hermione Granger walked into the Forbidden Forest, clutching her coat tightly in her hands to keep the cold away. Tears were slowly falling down her cheeks as she stumbled over roots in the dark.
She didn't dare light her wand in case someone would see her. She stopped for a bit to catch her breath before continuing walking deeper and deeper into the woods. After she rounded a very big tree she arrived in a big meadow which was in complete darkness if it wasn't for the man in front of her, his wand illuminating his face, making it seem like it was glowing.
"Hi." She whispered, her voice shaking from the fear and coldness that chilled her to the bones.
"Come here, love." He said and Hermione cringed, hating how he sounded so loving when he inside was a cold man who couldn't feel love. But she still walked over to him and let him wrap his arms around her.
To her, he felt as cold as the night and Hermione closed her eyes and shivered, the tears continuing making their way down her cheeks.
He put his hand on her throat and Hermione felt her heart beat faster as she imagined how he would wrap his long slender fingers around her throat and squeeze until she didn't have any oxygen in her anymore and she would fall limp in his arms.
"Don't be afraid." He whispered in her ear and Hermione turned her head away from him, but it was roughly turned around by him.
"Don't you dare turn away from me." He said threateningly but Hermione refused to look him in the eyes or acknowledge what he'd said.
"Come on baby, don't be like this." He whispered huskily after a few seconds of silence and Hermione shook her head, refusing to believe that he would actually love her. That was what had gotten her into this mess in the first time. But her heart ached for the kind and loving man he had been to complete his plans, and Hermione cursed herself for even thinking like that.
"Why do you even want me to come here, when everything you wanted has been accomplished?" Hermione whispered to him, and she cringed at the broken voice that belonged to her.
"Why not? You're beautiful for a Mudblood." Hermione felt her eyes tear up again and she blinked a few times to keep them from falling. That's all she was to him. A Mudblood, a disgusting creature he fought to rid the world of.
"Don't lie." Hermione whispered, her heart breaking into small pieces over and over again. He didn't answer; instead he stood there, watching the girl in front of him, who once was a strong-willed and stubborn young woman, was now broken and passionless. He realized her from his grip and she fell to the ground.
"See you next week." He whispered before turning around and walking out of the small meadow.
When Hermione was sure he'd left, she took a small item from her pocket and lit her wand and saw it glinting in the small light.
I'm sorry, Harry, Ron, everyone, for not being able to change the world.
She stuck the knife in her heart and bit her lip so she wouldn't scream out in pain.
Before the last of her life ebbed out of the wound her life flashed in front of her eyes.
How she had befriended Harry and Ron, helping them in the quest of bringing Voldemort down, and how they'd failed because she was foolish enough to think that he loved her. She had ruined everyone's lives because she was selfish enough to fall for someone who was the enemy, everything they fought against.
But soon she would be able to see everyone she'd loved so dearly, and maybe one day they would forgive her.