A Mere Reflection
Author's note: So…my story "The Fall of Dark" will be erased because it was wrong. All wrong. And I apologize for that.
So this is a new one, I hope you guys will enjoy this.
Draco had just finished his Potions class and is heading back to his room, being quite responsible, for now that he is the Head Boy. That year was quite hard for him, he still did not have a companion for help, in easy words, there has still no Head Girl for almost 3 months.
Hermione Granger, the former Head Girl, wasted almost 3 months ago. It was very brave of her to sacrifice herself in order for the infamous Harry Potter to have his chance to kill, once and for all, Voldemort. Harry succeeded, but not aware that time, that the brain of the Golden Trio was slowly dying.
After the great battle in the Wizarding World, no sight of Hermione was found, not even a shadow of her, from now then, it was believed that she was dead. Harry and Ron found struggle in accepting the fact that their long time best friend was gone, they tried to find her, but failed.
After the so called accident, and was finally declared that Hermione was dead; Draco and his Slytherin friends insulted Hermione and told everyone that a Mudblood deserves to die.
Henceforth, Harry and Ron's anger in him increased more and more of each day.
Draco stopped at the door of her room. It was quiet, as it was for the past three months. He always wanted for Hermione to disappear from his life, he wanted a mudblood to be gone, but not gone as likely as this. He did not wanted for Hermione to die, maybe suffer, but not any fatal.
"Alohomora" he whispered the spell, and turned the door knob of Hermione's door.
As he always expected, it was neat, her stuffs was never taken out from her room. He looked at the photos that are lying on top of her bed; it was a picture of the Golden Trio when they were still at first year. They three looked so happy; Draco studied the picture and observed the Ron and Harry were looking at Hermione like she is the most important girl in their life.
He left the room without a single word and went to his room, wondering if how long it will take him to endure his guilt. For one reason, he did not know why he is guilty.
Morning passed and Draco got up early as he supposed to be. He quickly did his daily exercises.
He was walking down the hall, more of like patrolling and saw Potter and Weasley talking, more of like whispering.
Draco, being a Slytherin like, he eavesdropped Harry and Ron.
"But Harry, is this not dangerous?"
"Of course, it is, Ron."
"Then, Harry. He must not."
"Do you want to know who killed her or not?"
"Yes, Of course, but- "
"No more buts, Ron."
"But do you have any idea who killed her, during the war?"
"Well, yes. He was not around during the war, so it is probably him."
"Well, who?"
"Draco Malfoy."
Draco smirked and walked away.
"Me? Kill, Granger? I cannot even stand a day without her blabby mouth."
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