A/N: So I've had this story stuck in my head since 1 AM last night, and I was scared that when I woke up again it would disappear, but I remembered it, thank gosh :) Here it is. Hope you enjoy!
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Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Hermione heard Hogwart's clock in the distance behind her.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Her breathing was uneven as she tried to inhale without choking on all the dust in the air.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
"Hermione!" she heard a familiar voice call.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Whirling around, she almost missed what happened next.
Tick. Tick.
Hermione's mouth formed a perfect 'O' as she saw Ron, his hand stretching towards her, his eyes strangely blank.
Tickticktickticktick.
Then his body fell forward, slumping onto the hard earth.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
A figure emerged from behind Ron. Lucius Malfoy. He smirked at her, haughty and triumphant. Before she had time to react, he spun on the spot and Disapparated, Hermione's jinx missing him by a hair's width.
"Ron!" she cried hopelessly.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Stumbling forward, she fell onto the ground beside him in a crouch, cupping his smooth face in her hands.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
His life had ended, was over. So why was that damned clock still going? Brashly, she turned around and aimed her wand at the huge clock. It stuttered.
Tick. Tick.
Silence.
"Oh, Ron," she moaned in grief. Her voice seemed to disappear into the darkness, dropping into a whisper, "Ronronron..."
