A/N- My first Draco/Hermione fanfiction. please R&R...but understand, I have no experience. So don't hate(:
Oh, and I don't own. Sadly, I was not the genius JK Rowling who came up with this whole world...*sigh*
I wasn't going to say the words.
I wasn't going to kill the only person I had ever loved.
I wasn't going to kill Hermione Granger.
How could I? I hated her for the better part of my life, yes. I hated all mudbloods then. But she was different. She made me feel things that I didn't know I could. She was every cliché that songs are sung about, books are written about, life is based upon. And she was mine. So I couldn't kill her.
Instead, I would let myself die.
But something came over me, an unseen force that was greater than anything I had ever known. I saw her eyes widen as my wand raised, parallel with the ground. A look of understanding washed over her, but pain and love quickly took it's place. Why was she in pain? No spell had touched her. Nothing had touched her. I didn't understand.
The feeling of something controlling me was growing stronger every second. I inhaled at the same moment as she did. The words "I love you, Draco," tumbled out of her mouth as "Avada Kedavra," tumbled out of mine. A flash of green light shot from my wand. Then a felt a release that reached so deep it was the grip had been on my very soul. My very cursed, very twisted soul. But what came after that was horrifying. Hermione was falling from the balcony.
I ran to the edge, screaming, trying to grab her hand, undo deeds done. "Hermione! No!" I saw Voldemort behind me, laughing. Bellatrix looked like she was having the time of her life. I ran out, hoping that if I reached Hermione in time Snape could reverse it. But I knew, somewhere, that death was the only other irreversible piece of magic-piece of life- next to love. Both had happened. And now, both were done. Over. In the blink of an eye. And all because of me.
I would've taken my own life if I could have been sure that I would see her within a few moments. But she was Hermione Granger, and I was Draco Malfoy. Wherever she was, I would not be accepted in. I had done too many horrible things. It didn't matter that the most hideous thing I'd ever done, would ever do, was under the command of someone else. It never would. I had still done it. It had been my hand that held the wand that killed her. She took my heart with her. She took my soul.
"I love you, Hermione," I whispered into the night, a single tear running down my cheek.
And now there was a war to fight.