Never had to end this way
Disclaimer: HP is not mine.
"No!" the girl with bushy brown hair cried. Her eyes were swelling with tears. She ran towards the green light, which was becoming fainter and fainter by the moment. Yet, she was held back by the tall boy with platinum blonde hair. "Don't", he whispered, "there's nothing you can do"
He was right.
Harry Potter was dead. Her best friend, one she trusted. Yet she still couldn't believe the powerful effect of the green light that had come out of the wand of the mysterious man in the ragged black cloak.
"He's dead", she told herself firmly, and she cried until dawn came.
Hermione Granger woke up in the wing beside the blonde haired boy, Draco Malfoy. He turned to face Hermione.
He sat up and got out of his bed.
"Hermione"
"Draco...Harry...dead...it's—all—my—fault"
"Please Hermione, please...don't"
"What do you expect me to say?"
"It was an accident; there was nothing you can do"
"I don't think so"
She turned to him and looked him in the eyes. They were pale, yet they sparkled, as if there was some sweet secret that wanted to burst out. She opened her mouth, and said nothing. Then Draco noticed she was crying.
Draco edged toward her and wiped her tears gently. He pushed her hair back carefully behind her ears revealing the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.
"Hermione..." he started to say.
"Draco, I didn't want this to happen"
"Maybe this was everything you wanted to happen"
"It isn't", she said angrily and she turned her head away.
Draco touched her face, bringing it to face his. He felt a slight tingle somewhere in his stomach, and he realized that he was, in love.
Yet, he said nothing. She was still weeping, and he would give anything to make her feel better. He wanted to see her smile. He wanted to make her happy.
"Draco..." Hermione said slowly, thinking of the right words to say. It's difficult to search for words when you were, in love.
She put her hand behind his head and gently pulled it toward her.
They found themselves in the sweetest kiss they had ever been in.
They found themselves in bliss. They were happy, Hermione silently crying, half-sadness, half-joy, and Draco...Draco couldn't find the words to say how he felt, for love was an indescribable feeling.
Now, they understood.
Harry was meant to die. It was the only way for...them. Hermione was meant to fall in love with Draco... and Draco was meant to make her happy, for the rest of their lives.
They understood, why their destinies were meant to intertwine, and she found herself in sheer bliss, but she was still crying.
He filled the gaps between her fingers, and as their lips parted, Draco felt like he had done something.
Because Hermione was smiling.