A/N: Hello everybody. Honestly, this is my very first story/oneshot. Please be nice. I will accept constuctive critisism, but no flames please. Thank you, hope you enjoy!

I sipped my firewhiskey mournfully. I will never profit from thinking about her considering she's gone. Never to come back. Just the thought of that sent a chill down my spine, tears to my eyes, and my heart to detiorate.

I definitly miss her. So much. That fateful night will forever be in my nightmares.

The great battle of Hogwarts. It did not live up to it's name. It wasn't great. There were curses flying around me, crys of anguish, heartche, and most of all, death, surounded me. I ran, and I searched. Just for a sign, a sign that she was alive. Just a tiny shrewd of hope would rejuvinate me to fight for her, fight with my all my might fight for our future. The future we planned together.

"HERMIONE!" I desperetaely called.

No answer.

I was getting anxious. Very, very anxious. I shot a stunning spell at a Death Eater ahead. Nothing, is going to get in my way of finding her.

"Draco…"

I was a whisper. I barely heard it. It was feeble, but it was there. I would know that voice anywhere. And I didn't like how weak it sounded. Not one bit. I looked to my right. At first glance you wouldn't have guessed anyone was there. But at second glance for me, I saw a few bushy curls come from behind a tree.

I found her. I finally found her. As I reached my destination, I was struck. Not physically, but mentally. She was bloodied, and weak.

"Draco…" She whispered again

"Hermione! What happened? What's wrong? Are you okay?" I frantically asked.

"Dray, I don't have a lot of time left." She whispered. I was confused. How could she say that?

"What do you mean 'Mione?" I asked.

"I'm dying Dray."

"NO! You can't! Hermione! You're the brightest witch of our age, you can't die, you can't, we had it all planned out! We were going to survive this, then we were going to get married. And we were going to have kids! 'Mione! You can't do this to me!" I desperately called to her. She was losing conciousness.

"Dray, I was hit with a spell that will kill me. Slowly. Dray, you have to listen to me. I love you. Please know that. And I want to be buried with my engagement ring on. Dray, kiss me one last time. Please?" She whispered weakly. The tears were streaming down both our faces. She couldn't leave me!

I leaned down, and pressed my lips agains hers. It was more passionate than any of our kisses. Our tears mingled as they slid down our cheeks.

"I love you." That was the last time I'd hear those three words from her lips.

"I love you too 'Mione." My heart broke into a thousand pieces.

I looked down at my angel in my arms. She smiled feebly at me, then she took her last breath.

"No! 'Mione! Please. Just a few more minutes, and I can take you to Miss Pomfrey!" I begged, to no avail.

Throughout the battlefield, as Voldemort's own killing curse killed him, you heard a cry of the greatest anguish.

That day was all too clear in Draco Malfoy's mind. They were supposed to get married after the war. He propsed to her a month before the Great Battle of Hogwarts, as it's so called. They had planned their lives together.

After the war, they'd buy their first home together on the edge of Wizarding London, but still close to Muggle London. We'd have kids, at least two, we decided. We both knew how dreadful being an only child is.

I knew I'd never be able to live without her. That's why I had my wand pointed at my temple, my last will and testament written infront of me, and I uttered the words I swore I would never say again.

"Avada Kedavra"