So this REALLY hurt to write. I was listening to Honor Society with the same title and got the idea. I can't sleep so I was up smoking and the idea just came to me.
So prepare for your heart to be broken! I'm so sorry. Someone tell me to go to bed.
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Goodnight My Love

Hermione was curled up against Draco's side, her body cradled in his arms. Her head was on his chest as she lightly slept.

Just an hour before, they had made love. Usually they had sex, but Draco was soft this time, cherishing each moment of the experience. His soft touches and loving caresses took Hermione by surprise but she wasn't complaining.

This was a Draco that she loved, not that she didn't love him before, but this different Draco was amazing. He was attentive, gentle, and loving.

He would lightly graze her breasts, hold her hips close, kiss her lips softly. He pushed her hair out of her face so he could better see her. Eye contact was made through the entire encounter, making it more intense.

Hermione loved it, and she fell asleep curled up next to him. A sense of security drifted over her. She felt safe in his arms.

They had gotten together over the summer. It was unexpected and beautiful. They had run into each other at Borgen and Botts in Diagon Alley. Hermione was looking for a new magical book to read, Draco was just browsing. They had reached for the same book at the same time.

Hermione had blushed at the touch. She had developed a physical crush on him a few years before. Like the crush where you just want to have hate sex with someone because they were hot.

Draco gave her a smirk.

"Sorry Granger. You take it. I've read it before in the library." Draco muttered.

"You sure, Malfoy?"

"Yes. You're separated from the magic during the holidays, so I kinda feel sorry for you. I'm surrounded by it every day.

"How so? It's forbidden outside of hogwarts."

"It's a self reporting system when a student is surrounded by other wizards. My parents never report me. You could cast a spell right now and the ministry would be none the wiser."

Following that encounter, Draco and Hermione began to hang out more often. Diagon Alley was too crowded with people they knew too properly spend time together, so Hermione introduced him to muggle London.

THey when on dates, the cinema, ice cream shops, window shopping, walks by the river, everything was considered coupley.

He kissed her on the second date. It was a light brush against her lips, a tentative kiss. He didn't know how she would respond. But she responded by grabbing him and kissing him again.

When her parents were gone for the night, she invited him over, and they had sex for the first time.

The train came too soon for their liking, and their relationship got harder to maintain. Luckily, Hermione had access to an invisibility cloak and Draco had a private room.

At least once a week, Hermione would fake being in her dorm and disappear into Draco's room.

Unbeknownst to Hermione, it was about to end with Draco.

Draco had a mission. A mission that would earn him his mark. He didn't want to complete it. Hermione had changed everything about him, but The Dark Lord had threatened the life of Draco's mother, and Draco's own life.

And Hermione's.

The Dark Lord had glimpsed Hermione over Easter Holiday and laughed maniacally.

"You're in love with a mudblood? How Severus of you! I will kill the inferior if you don't succeed. I might kill her anyway, but the likelihood is lower if you succeed." He cackled.

Draco had to make a choice. Accomplish the mission, or lose everything he loved.

Draco's mission was to kill Albus Dumbledore.

And tonight was the night that it would happen.

Usually, Draco would have sex with Hermione, nice and rough, just how she liked it, but this night he cherished every moment with her. It would be his last time. He had no idea what the next few months would bring for them. He knew there would be death and destruction, he just didn't know how much.

It would be dangerous for Hermione, and he wished that she would stay out of it. That she would run far away. But her loyalty to Potter kept her close to home, wanting to fight the Death Eaters. Wanting to fight the people that Draco stood with.

Hermione was none the wiser to Draco's mission. She knew something was up because she knew him, she just didn't know what it was; and no matter how much prodding, he never revealed his secret.

Draco ran his finger tips against her back lightly. She hummed in her sleep and curled closer to him, her side completely against him.

Draco felt a few tears slide from his eyes and down his cheeks to his chin, where they fell into Hermione's wild hair.

He used his free hand to wipe them.

He didn't want to do this; but he had to protect Hermione.

The night went on. Hermione fell into a deeper sleep, and Draco stayed wide awake, enjoying his final moments with the love of his life. He thought about what they could have been, wishing he had made different choices. Maybe they would have been together, but that wasn't an option.

As dawn crept up over the horizon, Draco gently removed himself from Hermione's embrace. He quietly and slowly got dressed, almost wishing that she would wake up and offer to run off with him and go into hiding. His mother had taken a turn for the worst and venomently supported the Dark Lord. Draco loved her, but he didn't love where she was standing.

He pressed his lips against her forehead, lingering there for a few seconds. When he pulled away, tears were freely drifting from his eyes. He sniffled quitely and left the room.

Draco made his way to the room of requirement where he waited for the signal.

Tonight everything would change.

Hermione woke to an empty bed, and she immediately knew that Draco was gone forever. She began to cry silently, not wanting to wake anyone in the rooms next to them. Draco's side of the bed was still warm, letting her know that he had recently left.

Hermione got out of bed and slowly got dressed.

She knicked a few pairs of Draco's shirts, so she could keep his smell.

Tears slid freely down her eyes. He was lost forever. She didn't know his mission, but it would be bad. He didn't talk about that side of himself, but Hermione was too smart and wasn't fooled. He had a mission from Voldemort. And if didn't succeed, he would die.

When Hermione got back to her room, she stashed the cloak and his shirts, placed a silencing spell around her bed, and cried hysterically before the rest of her dorm mates woke up.

It was finally over. She knew the end would come someday, she was never prepared for it, no matter how hard she had tried.

If only she had woken up before he left, she could have convinced him to run away with her. To go to Dumbledore and ask for sanctuary. Damned be finishing school. Hermione just wanted him.

Draco killed Dumbledore that night, casting an Avada on him. He stared at his wand right before his aunt dragged him away. While leaving, Draco caught a glimpse of Hermione fighting. She was truly beautiful fighting.

Now it was over.

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Yeah, punch me, it would hurt less. I can't tell what is sadder, this or "What I Will Fight For." It's a toss up.
God I'm good at writing heartbreak. I cried while writing this; and I wrote it in less than 30 minutes.
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