He tried to keep it together. He really did. But in the end it wasn't enough. The tears began to flow down Draco's face, and he scolded himself for being so weak. But what was he supposed to do when the world lost meaning?
He looked down at the form gingerly cradled in his arms. The limbs ben at odd angles, the lifeless eyes staring blankly ahead, seeing nothing. Not seeing him. Not seeing how he really did care despite everything he ever said or did. Despite what every fiber of his being said. Despite all that he cared. He cared so much. He felt. He loved. And now he was drowning in the pain and darkness.
He held the body of the witch closer to himself. Hermione. Oh God, how could he have let this happen? If he had only told her how he felt, showed some sort of emotion, anything. And now she was dead. Because of him.
But what good, he wondered, is it to love if it will all just end in pain? And as he tenderly kissed the dead lips he had so longed to kiss when they had been full of life, he found his answer. None. There was no point. No point if she was just going to leave him. Leave before they even had a chance.
Calmly, Draco kissed Hermione one last time then pulled out his wand. He placed it against his temple.
"See you soon" he said to the body. Then the words escaped him.
"Avada Kedavra"
As his body fell against hers with a final thud, the souls of the lovers met in a new world. A better world where the stars weren't so crossed. Where there was no fault to be found among the stars.