A/N: Hi guys :) Another Dramione story... yay. Unfortunately it isn't very happy. I haven't really edited this but I will later when I get around to it. Sorry if it doesn't make sense or anything :) Theme is death.
Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling, therefore I do not own the Harry Potter series.
August 21st 2002
8:03am
Don't leave me. Those Death Eaters, they're getting stronger, you can't go.
Hermione –
Draco, please, you'll die, they'll kill you!
Love, I have to, you know that
Swear you'll come back to me alive?
I can't love. But I will try, ok?
I love you, Draco Malfoy.
I love you too, Hermione Granger. Forever and Always.
October 11th 2002
10:27pm
Harry!
Hermione, I have to tell you something…
… What is it? What's wrong? Where's Draco, Harry?
Uh, well you see –
HARRY POTTER, WHERE IS DRACO?
Hermione, I'm sorry…
No, he said he'll come back. Tell me, please Harry, tell me this is a joke. He's right behind you, isn't he? Draco? Draco!
Hermione, look – Hermione! Look at me! He's gone, he's dead! I'm sorry! Hermione, please… Hermione!
No! YOU'RE LYING, HE'S NOT GONE, HE ISN'T DEAD, AND HE IS COMING BACK TO ME! Stop playing these cruel games with me Harry! He's not gone!
Stop it 'Mione.
DON'T CALL ME 'MIONE! Harry let GO OF ME! NO! NOOOO!
October 22nd 2002
12:01pm
We are gathered here today, as you are all aware, to pay our last tributes and respects to the memory of our departed friend, Draconis Lucius Malfoy, better known to all of us by the name Draco Malfoy...
He did not die in vain…
And so we meet then, to say goodbye…
May 16th 2004
Hermione POV
Grey is all I see now. Ironic isn't it? How this shade of grey I see is the exact same colour as his eyes. The situation was quite hilarious indeed. But I couldn't laugh. Not anymore. In fact, I couldn't do anything. My eyes were unseeing. My mouth hasn't made a noise in quite a while. My ears have long since tuned out the world. My nose couldn't differentiate the smell between anything. My fingers were numb. My heart… I almost wasn't even sure if it was working anymore. But I felt it ache for him all the same. Ache for my love; my Draco.
The only thing I wanted to see was him. The only thing I wanted to smell was his scent. The only thing I wanted to hear was his voice. I wanted to touch him, hold him, kiss him and be with him. But I couldn't.
I wasn't oblivious to everything, like everyone thought I was. I know that Ginny tries to coax me into eating, coming in first thing in the morning, in the middle of the day, at night. I know Harry and Ron take turns watching me, looking after me at regular intervals during the day. Narcissa comes by every once in a while and sits with me for an hour or so.
You're a pathetic fool now, aren't you?
I stood up and walked to the mirror above my vanity. Dry tear tracks painted my cheeks, my eyes were red. Dark circles underlined my eyes, my hair a bushy mess. My cheeks were hollow, my skin showing every single bone in my body. I was the perfect of image of the walking dead.
What Draco would have said if he saw me now…
Suddenly the world started to spin and it was getting harder to breathe. I fell to the floor, looking up to the ceiling, panting silently. My eyes were unseeing, mouth noiseless, ears hearing nothing. My nose smelled nothing, my fingers were numb. My heart ached for him as it slowly stopped beating. And grey was all I could see.
Grey like his eyes…
And that was the last thought I had before my eyes saw black forever.
