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Summary: Hermione's last good-bye is saved for someone special.

Last Chance

Prologue [March 5th, 7th year, Hogwarts]

She sped blindly down the hallway, her vision blurring and legs wobbling, threatening to give way and pitch her towards the cold stone floor beneath. She had to find him, she had to tell him before...

She lessened her pace slightly as another wave of dizziness over took her, she couldn't stop now. Pain shot through her chest, she clutched at the faded hospital shirt, knuckles white from the death grip.

The pain returned to its dull throb, she started to run again, oblivious to the voices and motions of the people around her. She could distantly hear fellow students calling her name. She would stop for no one, she would find him. If she could escape Ms. Poppy, and her two best friends, who loomed over her constantly, then no one short of the Dark Lord himself could stop her.

She slowed again as she approached the dungeon's steps, gingerly picking her way down them, hoping she had enough time, praying he was there. Past the steps, fleeting towards the Slytherin common room, she'd only been there once with Prefect duties, but the place stuck in her mind. Rounding the last corner, she stopped short at the sight of two blond headed students. Him! Of all the days for him to be with her, damn Pansy. They stood a couple feet away, snogging in front of the grizzly portrait that led to their common room.

She could feel herself slipping for consciousness, she needed to tell him, his "girlfriend" be damned. But too late, another shot of pain, she collapsed heavily on the floor. Bringing the kissing pair out of their embrace by the sudden sound.

She could hear their footsteps coming towards her.

"Ganger, Granger?!?" said an urgent voice, his, she smiled inwardly.

"What's the deal, leave the damn Mudblood," a female voice, Pansy, said in disgust.

She could feel strong arms lifting her from the ground.

"Pansy, I think she's really hurt, go find a teacher," he said even more urgently.

"But..." Pansy never got her protests out.

"NOW", he roared.

She heard Pansy's footsteps racing away, towards Snape's office. And felt a slight swaying motion. He must of picked her up, if it wasn't for the pain and death part it would be almost romantic...almost.

"Granger," she heard his voice again.

Yes, she thought, but the pain was too much, she couldn't reply, it was too late, it was a mistake to come here, at least she'd said goodbye to Harry and Ron.

"Hermione," his voice called again, it seemed almost fearful. He cares! She actually smiled at this thought.

She forced herself to over come the pain, it wasn't too late, she worked to open her eyes and looked up into his face. He turned his face to hers and she drowned in his bottomless grey eyes, and found that instead of the cruel iciness she'd come to expect in them, there was warmth and concern!?! She wanted to stay looking into those eyes forever, all the things she'd wanted to tell him, all the speeches she'd planned, gone. Instead she smiled slightly and said one word.

"Draco," her voiced whispered lovingly, horse from days of crying and endless amounts of potions. Her eyes said the rest. She saw tears forming in his eyes, he understood and he felt the same.

It was done. Her eyelids became heavy, and darkness surrounded her, but she wasn't afraid anymore, as her body and mind dimmed. She felt wetness on her face...tears...not hers, his.

Bye my love, she thought and went limp in his arms.

A/N: OK so that was my first fic, not that good but that's okay. So tell me what you think! Should I leave it as it is or continue? And if I should continue, should Hermione live or die? Hope you enjoyed and please review! Thankz!