Draco looked in the mirror in front of him. He was sure he'd imagined it all. There was no way this could be happening, she wasn't here. She couldn't be real, she was in his head.
''You're not real, you're not real. You can't be real.'' he muttered to himself.
''If I'm not real, how can I do this?'' a cold voice said behind him as he felt two ice cold hands slid up his chest.
The hands forced him to turn round. Draco closed his eyes, not wanting to see her face.
''Open your eyes, Draco. Don't you want to see your girlfriend?'' she whispered in his ear. She was real, this wasn't happening inside his head. He felt her cool breath on his ear. Draco shuddered.
''Or are you afraid of what you might see. Afraid of what has become of me? Afraid to see what you've done to me?'' she whispered again, getting hold of his arms now.
''I- I didn't do anything. I couldn't, I couldn't fight it. I was under the imperius curse, I couldn't do anything about it.'' Draco let himself fall to the ground. ''I love you.'' he whispered, still not daring to look at the girl he loved. Afraid of what was left of her. She's been death for months now, how much would she have changed over the months?
''You could fight it. You could have chosen for us. You should have chosen us, instead of your father and his little friends. If you'd chosen us in 6th year, I wouldn't be dead now. And you wouldn't have to be afraid.'' she said, anger clear in her voice. ''You don't love me, you only love yourself.''
Draco finally dared to look up at her. She didn't look a thing like he'd expected.
It was much worse.
The love that once warmed her eyes was replaced by a hate and coldness Draco couldn't even describe. This wasn't the woman he loved, this was the devil.
''You are not Hermione. You can't be.'' he said. ''WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?''
Her eyes turned into flames and Draco backed away.
''You made me this way. You created me. The moment you turned your back on me and you killed me you created this. Me. The new Hermione.''
She kneeled down in front of him. ''Don't you like me better this way, dear Draco? We're on the same level now. You don't care for me, I don't care for you.''
Draco sobbed silently. How could this have happened? Why was this happening. He never wanted for things to go this way. He had it all planned out. That would never happen, never.
Hermione got up again, took Draco's hand in hers and dragged him to the center of the bathroom.
''Now.'' she said in a hateful whisper. ''Let's have some fun, shall we?''