A/N: Just a thought. Kind of an extension of another story I'd started, but I just skipped like halfway through it cause I got bored with the lead-up. It's what I think would have happened if Draco was trying to keep his and Hemoine's relationship secret, if he had been lying to Pansy, and if he had gotten the Half Blood Prince's Potions book; if he had used the spell, instead of Harry using it on him. R&R please!
Sectumsempra!
"Draco!" Hermione was screaming, voice distorted from the pain. "Draco!" then her voice dropped to a whisper. A plea more painful than death. "Draco. Please."
I was standing, frozen by horror. I was killing her. Literally killing her from the inside out. A mispronounced spell, one that I had thought was a fake. This was all supposed to be fakeā¦
Pansy was pleased, to say the least. "Good work, Draco."
This unleashed the horror that had held me. For the first time in my life, I was pleading. "No. No. No!" I ran to Hermione's side, clutching her hand. She was mouthing silent words, still begging me for death, for something, anything, that would take away the pain.
"Draco, what the bloody hell are you on about? This was the plan!" I asked myself how I had ever liked Pansy.
"I love her! I truly love her, and its not just an act!" I looked at Hermione. Her mouth had stopped moving, and I had the feeling her blood was stop flowing soon.
And then she'd be gone.
For good.
"Go get Snape." Pansy didn't move. She was still processing, trying to figure out if I was playing my part too well. "Get Snape! Pansy, I am begging you. Please." She darted off, though I'm sure had she not been so confused, she would have watched my true love bleed to death at my own hand.
Hermione was staring at me, growing paler every moment. A single tear escaped her eye, the only sign she gave that she had heard every word, that she knew something was not right. I held her hand to my lips, whispering a prayer that she could be healed.
Snape arrived moments after I'd finished, drew his wand, and threw me aside. With every strange word he said, every flick of the wand, her cuts were closing in on themselves. It was like going in reverse; the blood that had poured out was being sucked back in.
I walked down the hall, horrified at myself. Please let her be okay. Please. I didn't know I was being followed until she spoke. "What do you mean, you fell in love with HER? Draco, tell me this is a joke, or I swear!"
I turned on my heels to face her. "Its not a joke. Somewhere along the line, I fell in love. I can't kill her. I won't kill her." I knew the words were useless as they left my lips. Pansy had made up her mind long ago.
She laughed wickedly. "You almost did! You almost completed everything! I only got Snape because I thought he could help get rid of her body! But he healed her. You're not in love with her. You can't be. You love me, damn it! I deserve you. Not that filth!"
I drew my wand, pressing it into her throat. "Never call her filth."
"You. Don't. Love. Her." Pansy's voice was a snarl.
"I do. You can't stop me."My wand was still indented into her skin, my fingers twitching, wanting nothing more than to curse her.
"You're right. I'm sorry." I should have known something was up by the way she surrendered so easily, but my mind was still in the bathroom, with Hermione. I lowered my wand and went back to the bathrooms. She was healed. Snape was gone, but the last of her wounds were closing, and she was beginning to breathe again.
I wanted to sob.
