"Love is a silly thing, Granger."
"No! Just listen to me–"
"Don't. I do love you, Granger but the thing is I don't deserve you."
"But I do love you," she trailed off, watching him walk away for the hundredth time.
"Draco," she cried out against his withering frame on the ground surrounded by debris.
His cold trembling hand reached out for her, wiping away her stubborn tears when he finally croaked out, "I love you, Hermione."
"So do I, Draco. So do I." she whispered back, her tears clouding her up as she touched his forehead with her own. She's not thick at all. She knows what will happen and she could only wish for the time to stop and be on their side this time.
With a small smile Draco Malfoy finally ended his agony and took his final breath.
And Hermione Granger was broken and empty.