Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
Please don't let her be dead.
Draco Malfoy squeezed his eyes closed as hard as he could to keep his tears from leaking out.
He didn't know how this could have happened. One moment she had been battling Dolohov, and the next moment she was lying prostrate on the ground with her hair flung haphazardly over her face, her spine twisting her body to a disgustingly irregular angle, and blood pouring from a deep gash on her forehead.
Draco pushed her hair out of his way and frantically pressed his fingers to her neck, searching for a pulse.
Oh god.
No.
This could not be happening.
He had never told her.
Not once.
Never mentioned it.
He had treated her with disdain and contempt, acting like he didn't care.
Oh how he cared.
"Granger, please!" He screamed, running his hand over her shoulder and around to her back. He pulled her prone form flush against his body and rocked her back and forth.
Back and forth.
"Please, Granger." He begged. "Please live."
Draco tried to hold back his tears, but his will broke and his pride failed, and they came nonetheless.
"I never told you. I never told you how much I love you. How I've loved you for years. How the first time I looked in your honest chocolate brown eyes and saw my own reflection staring back at me, I was lost. How you ridded me of my prejudices, and made me see who you really were. How you saved me from myself, my father, and all the things that would ruin my life. How you stood up to those who doubted me, and believed that I had changed when no one else would. All the times you smiled at me and I only sneered back. Every time you laughed and I pretended it didn't affect me. How do you expect me to live without the twinkling of you eyes, without the halo of the sun on your hair, or the sparkling of the rain on your skin? How do you expect me to face tomorrow knowing that I'll never again see you curled up in a chair with a book, or see you dancing around the Christmas tree with red and gold tinsel in your hair, or see you biting your lip as you try to concentrate, or see you giggling as you watch garden gnomes playing in the dirt? Please live, Hermione. Please live. Live so that I can call you Hermione. Live so that I can apologize. Please live so that I can love you like I should have."
With tears now freely flowing down his face, he leaned down and pressed his lips gently to hers.
A single tear slipped off of his golden eyelashes and dropped to Hermione's cheek.
Hermione struggled.
She struggled with all her might.
But…
In the end it wasn't enough.
The waves of black pulled up and over and crashed against her soul and dragged her down into the waiting dark arms of the afterlife where she would wait.
Wait for him to join her.
Wait to tell him that she loved him too.
Wait to be with him for eternity.
Author's Note: I'm not really sure about this one. Please let me know what you think. And again, please let me know of any mistakes.