Disclaimer: It's all to J.K. Rowling
He was the only one to notice it.
The slow, painful, crumbling of Hermione Granger.
She was the 'Cleverist Witch of Her Age', the 'Golden Trio's Girl'...
So why kill herself?
It was the question that hit all the students of Hogwarts and the world outside.
But Harry had seen it...and he didn't do anything to stop it.
He was about to kill Voldemort soon and she suddenly disappears.
If he closed his eyes, Harry could see the pale and rigid body of his beloved Hermione dangling from the ceiling.
Ironically, the Head Boy was dead too.
He was the 'Slytherin Prince', the 'Death Eater Son'...
His death was understandable. Raised in a cold environment with a hating father and weak mother, Draco never learned how to love.
So when they found him in his dorm room, frozen with a bittersweet smile on his face, the whole world paused.
Sure, he would've winded up in Azkaban or a Death Eater. But why would a young boy commit suicide? Why would a lovely teenage girl with such a potenial future commit such an act?
The answer lay in the hands of Harry Potter. Once again, he was often the center of attention.
Harry was taking a stroll by the lake when an owl flew up to him, dropping two letters and a parcel.
On the front, it instructed Harry not to open it until the end of February. On the 1st day of the month, Draco Lucius Malfoy died. On the 11th, Hermione Jean Granger took her life.
Was there a connection?
That these two influential people died in the same month?
Harry sat on a rock and recollected.
"Why are you so bright?" Ron smiled. Hermione was indeed happy. Her curls were bouncing with each step and a spring to her words.
"Just a good week!" she exclaimed and buttered her toast, happily sipping her pumpkin juice. Harry laughed silently and they continued their day.
Hermione then crashed into Draco. There were books flying everywhere, quills poking people on the head, and ink staining countless robes.
"Stupid Mudblood! You're so clumsy! Look at my clothes! These cost a fortune. Good thing I'm rich." he snarled. Everyone waited for Hermione's response.
But there was none.
The same bittersweet smile that was found on Draco's the day he died formed on her lips and there was nothing but love in eyes. She then gathered her things, muttered sorry to some people that were victims of the crash and hurried her way to Transfiguration.
No one could believe that Hermione had said nothing after those insults. Draco didn't change and kept on being that pompous peacock he was born to be.
Then, on the cold and chilly morning of the beginning of the month, students filled in Snape's class. He counted roll, but when Draco's name was called, no one answered.
"Parkinson, have you seen Malfoy?" He asked, his face lined with worry. Pansy nodded no. Snape was his godfather and a spot for the boy. He quickly sent Blaise to his room. Hermione gave him the password. Her and Draco were Head Boy and Girl, so they shared a dorm.
Blaise returned several moments later, sobbing and screaming hysterically.
"Pull yourself together, Zabini!" Snape snapped. Blaise looked at the class with fear and with a loud bellow, "Forever I shall mourn this day! The day Draco died!"
The class had gasped. A small smile appeared on Ron's face, but quickly dissolved when he realized that he hated Draco. Enough to send him to hell, but not to the death. Snape calmly led his class to the room and there Draco was...
He was laying by the side of his bed, the green silk sheets wrinkled a bit. He was sitting on the floor surrounded by many things. Those objects disappeared shortly after. No one knows where they are. His whole body was covered in frost, his pale hands grasping a flask.
The Deadly Freezing potion that Snape had made them make two weeks ago.
The Ice Prince killed by his own Element.
That smile was on his lips, his eyes twinkling with nothing but sorrow and lust for life.
Hermione stepped forward with a white silk sheet and laied it respectively on his face.
Draco had buried in the graveyard of all Malfoys on Febuary 10th.
"Are you okay?" a voice asked. Harry turned to see Luna, wearing nothing but a simple nightgown.
"Luna, its cold and late. You should go back inside." he said softly. The dusk was fading into night, but Harry hadn't finished his thoughts.
"I'm okay. Mind if I sit with you?" she asked gently. Harry nodded and she leaned on him. For the first time, Harry sobbed.
"Luna...I miss her." he whispered. Luna said nothing. They were in that postion for a while with only the starry night and the moon as witnesses.
"Harry, when I die, promise me that you'll bury me here at Hogwarts. Right underneath this very rock." she said. Harry pushed his index finger against her soft lips.
"Don't speak of death." he said hoarsly.
"But Harry, death is all around us. We can only learn to love it like a gift. Death ends everything and it beginns everything. The blood of one supports the other." she said and the two kissed under the silver light.
Luna left to sleep, but Harry remained, feeling love from the strange girl he once thought was to be 'looney'. But like the Sorting Hat saw, Luan was wise beyond her years. A little odd, but neverless, wise.
He closed his eyes to the 11th.
"She's late for Hogsmeade, Ron." Harry said impaitently. Ron sighed and hurried in the castle, running to the library.
"Mione?" he said. He reached the dorm room and passed through.
And screamed.
A body with unmistakable frizzy brown hair and small frame hung limply on a rope. A rope that ended all that she lived for.
Ron ran outside and started yelling her name.
"Hermione, Why!" he yelled to the heavens above.
"Why her?" he muttered with a wet sob. Everyone asked him what he was crying over and he told them that she was dead. Everyone hurried to the dorm of Granger and Malfoy, the boy who died several days before...
She was peacefully laied in Godic's Hollow next to the Potters.
Harry awoke to the rare sunlight that never came during this season. His back was sore and his body was stiff from sleeping on a rock. He treaded back to school, where the atmostpherre was cloudy and dense.
Classes have been canceled for the week and he had been putting off the homework. Even Snape didn't take that much points off of Gryffindor in respect of Hermione.
People began wearing Livestrong bands. But instead they were gold, silver, red, and green in strips with the letters:
We Now Share Everything
on it.
Both houses were in grief, they couldn't believe that those two students that ended both their lived by their own hand.
So Harry walked along the hall, hidden behind a black cloak, his face ragged and worn. He walked up to his calendar and quickly scribbled the '20' out.
He then went to the girls bathroom, where he and Ron first befriended Hermione.
He should've walked away. After all, it was a girl's bathroom.
But Luna Lovegood was found with moonstone cuts all over her arms and legs. Moonstone are fatal if you are injured by it too much.
All his body went numb again to find the girl he fell in love with last night, dead like Hermione.
Like Draco.
"We Now Share Everything," he whispered and picked up her body.
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