Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters in this story. I just slightly adjust events in Jo's mind to fit my own imagination. But then again, I wouldn't mind owning Draco. ;-)
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Hermione whirled around as she heard the voice of Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret, and the student she hated most at Hogwarts. "Mudblood," he called, hoping to infuriate her. Instead, a fake smile was plastered on her face as she responded in her most pleasant voice, "Ferret," and continued on her way.
He pulled her into his arms, not caring that he was a Malfoy and she was a mudblood, not caring that he was a Slytherin and she was a Gryffindor, not caring that everyone in the hallways was staring at them. "I love you, Granger," he whispered into her ear, and proceeded to close the space between their lips and kiss her.
If was the last battle. Draco was a Death Eater, and Hermione was in the Orded. In the end they were both pointing their wands at each other, as tears rolled down each of their cheeks. "Kill me! Kill me so that I don't have to look at your face and know that we can't be together. Kill me!" he screamed at her, the pain of not being able to protect her, to calm her coming out in her voice. Che closed her eyes. "Don't ask me to do that." she pleaded as he came closer. He wrapped his arms around her, while her wand still pointed at his heart. Their lips met, and they kissed. Softly at first, and then slightly more passionatly. She gave him one last quick kiss, then whispered the killing curse against his lips. Suddenly, there was no more warm breath on her lips, and they both crumpled. She lay on the ground beside his body, and completely lost track of reality.
hermione lost trach of time, unaware of what was happening aroun her. She finally felt strong arms picking her up. "Harry?" she asked weakly, refusing to open her eyes and see the dead bodies lying everywhere. "No, it's Ron," he responded. "Harry's... well, he's alive at least."
Five years later, Hermione lay on her bed, looking at the only picture she had of her short time with Draco. Tears flowed, and her heart felt like it was going to explode from longing him. It was a picture of a few months before THAT night. The night her world had ended, the night the man she loved died. Five years and he was still fresh in her memory. She could still smell him, taste him on her lips. "I guess not all endings are meant to me happy." she whispered to the emptiness around her.