She pulled the knife over her slender wrists. Nothing could help her now. She was already so weak. She had been years, since she'd been called fat. Since the first time she threw her food up. She was so weak now she could barley even walk let alone pull the knife over her wrists. She wept as best she could. He'd never love her. She was fat. That's what he'd called her. Fat. She hadn't stopped crying since then and now she was so thin. Too thin. Yet she still believed herself to be so ugly, so fat. That was when he called her a skinny rag. She could never please him. She'd done it for him and this is what he did to her. Reduced her to yet more tears. Reduced her to wanting to kill herself…
She'd always loved him. Even when he ignored her, even when she threw herself at him. He'd kissed her once. She cried tears of joy when she thought he shared her love. That's when he forced himself onto her… stole her innocence. He'd done this to her, he had killed her. She had given herself so freely. She felt so dirty after. She wished she had struggled. She wished she'd never loved him, but now it was too late. Her blood was coming so quickly now, it pooled around her as she looked up at the stars. She cried no more tears. She would be free soon.
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No one knew what made the girl do it. Not even her best friends, but he knew. The one who had done this. He felt no guilt, no remorse. He merely laughed. She had trusted him, loved him and he'd killed her. Killed her with his own hatred for life. He was the one to find her first; he walked away from the body though. It was his mess to clean up but he wasn't going to clean it. Someone else would do it for him. He walked away from her. He climbed to his favourite place. An old abandoned tower. People wouldn't know about it unless they had a map. Not many people at Hogwarts did.
He looked out at the stars smiling slightly. He had grown so cold. So heartless since he had come to Hogwarts. Sometimes he wished he could go back to his own home. Where he was made to do jobs like a common house elf to keep him busy.
He jumped. Not caring if he lived or died. Not caring at all. In those final few breaths before he hit the ground the guilt of Hermione's death hit him hard… but not as hard as he hit the ground.
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No one knew what caused the double suicide that night. People suspected there must have been a connection though, but what connection could there have been between Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy?
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