"Hermione…"
She stood in the doorway, eyes red and raw from emotion. He rose to meet her, not really sure what he was doing until he had tried draw her in his arms.
"Get off me!" she cried, trembling.
He backed off wearily. "Are you okay?" he asked after a moment, then cursed himself. How could she possibly be alright?
"I'm fine." She went to continue striding towards her room.
"Hermione…" There was a quiver in his voice, a quiver that gave away the amount of emotion he himself felt.
She whirled around. "Why do you even care? You hated Harry! You made him miserable! Are you happy now, Malfoy? He's dead…are you finally happy now?"
"Hermione…"
"I know you care about me. But I can't think about us at all at the moment. All I care about is Harry…"
"Hermione, calm down, I wasn't saying…"
She stared at him and he realised he wasn't helping at all.
"As far as I'm concerned, Draco, me and you are through. You helped kill him…you made him miserable for seven years, and finally he's killed himself. You help nothing. You're useless, your father was right. You're nothing but a Malfoy and I HATE you!" She ran to her room.
Draco felt terrible pain rise inside him despite himself. She was the only person in the world he'd confided in, trusted, and she'd just thrown his words back in his face. The thought of him being part of Harry's suicide was a thought more unbearable than he thought he could manage, seeing as he felt so responsible for so many other people's deaths.
He wanted to be angry with her but all he could feel at the sound of her sobs was a terrible pain that filled him wholly. He knew perhaps she wanted to be alone, but he couldn't stand here, listen to those cries, and do nothing.
When he walked into her room, she was sitting on her bed, arms hugging her legs to her, crying, staring blankly at the wall. She looked at him so helplessly as he appeared and whispered hoarsely, "I'm so sorry, Draco…I didn't mean it…"
"Hermione, it doesn't matter…"
"I just…I-I can't believe it. I can't believe he's really gone."
And when she started to cry again so horribly, he took hold of her and felt her shake against him so powerfully and painfully. And even though nothing would ever be right and the pain might fade but never really go away, Hermione would never ever be alone in her pain. Draco would make sure of that much, at least. He just wished Potter was around to see the damage he'd left behind him.
Ian, I loved you so much. I'm sorry you felt so much pain that you felt you had to do what you did, but I can't deal with it. I was talking to you less than two hours before, you were fine, how was I supposed to know all the nice stuff you were saying was really goodbye? x
I'm sorry to everybody who i was mean to, while i tried deal with things. I couldn't have gotten through without ye xxx
Anybody thinking of suicide please please don't. It really isn't the way out, and it really fucks up the people left behind. It's so hard to deal with, nothing's ever hurt so much. No matter how bad things are, suicide is not the answer. It just hurts the ones you love and the ones that hurt you.
PLEASE!! Don't do it…