"Hermione…"
She lay there, still as a statue, eyes wide open, spread eagle on the floor.
She was pale, pale as the moon, pale as ivory, pale as a vampire. He remembered how it would flush a deep pink when she was embarrassed, or when she was excited.
Every inch of her was pale, all except her lips. Her lips were a rosy red, a haunting contrast to her pale, ghostlike skin. He remembered how sweet her smile would look, how she would smile at him, how she would laugh at his funny retorts. He remembered how soft those lips were, pressed against his. He remembered how wonderful her laugh would sound, how smooth it would ring in his ears.
A single tear sat on the corner of her eye, glistening like a jewel, sparkling like a lone star in the night. He remembered how she pleaded with him that very night, how he saw sadness in her eyes. He remembered how much he wanted to hold her, to tell here everything was going to be alright, but he couldn't lie. Nothing was alright. Nothing will ever be.
"I'm sorry…I had to…"
With tears streaming down his face, Draco Malfoy fled the room, feeling those brown eyes staring at him, watching him.