Maybe if she had dared to give him some love.
Maybe he would have given some love back to her.
Maybe then she would be able to stand up now.
Maybe she would be able to defend herself.
Tears streamed down her cheeks while the fight between darkness and light went on around her.
She had had a breakdown about fifteen minutes ago and no one paid attention to the sobbing thing in that corner, for it seemed weak and pointless to bother to kill it.
Not a single person, good or bad, recognized the once strong and bold Hermione Granger.
But she was there, sobbing, unable to pull herself together.
Before she had broke down she had seen Draco Malfoy kill Dennis Creevey with no emotion in his eyes, cold and distant like he had never in his life seen that boy.
She had seen the true Malfoy with all the heartlessness of reality.
She had seen that he was not just a kid terrorising others, he was a young man on the dark side, a grown up deatheater.
This had made her crack.
She had fallen to her knees and now there she was, sobbing, unable to get a straight thought.
And then she saw it. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, circling each other.
Her best friend and her secret love and lover.
Oh, he had never made her hope they had a future, not once.
But she still had hoped.
And now the two that meant, beside her family, everything to her were about to kill each other.
Hermione rose to her feet, eyes wide, cheeks still wet from the rivers she had cried.
They were throwing hexes at each other and it was all her fault.
If she had told him of her love to him, if she had told Harry about it... It was all her fault...
Without Hermione noticing it, her feet had carried her over the battle grounds, towards the fighting boys...men.
The final curse was yelled, from both. She stepped between them, eyes wide open.
Harrys curse hit her, Dracos hit Harry. They both fell dead to the ground, Harrys eyes just as wide as Hermiones, for he had seen his curse hit her. He had caused her death.
Draco sneered while looking at the two corpses, both with eyes wide for the love of the wrong person. Harry who had loved Hermione who would have neverloved him back, and Hermione who had loved him, which had been oh so pathetic.
A low laugh escaped him "Stupid Mudblood"
Her turned to look at his Dark Lord, to show him that two third of the Trio were dead, but the only person he faced was Ronald Weasley
"Avada Kedavra"
A/N:
Yes, well, long time not seen, huh?
I'm like moving in with my boyfriend and that makes writing kinda... difficult...
I hope you liked that One Shot, and I know the end is unclear. This is because I want you to choose yourself who killed whom. Tell me your choice in a Review, will you?
Hugs and Kisses,
Sydney