Draco gave Hermione a look laced with hate. She writhed under his stare. Even though he was paralyzed, Draco had regained consciousness after his fall and since then had been making it his duty to make Hermione uncomfortable with his piercing stares.
Hermione turned her head and allowed her hair to form a curtain over her face, masking her expression of shock from the blonde haired fiend lying at her feet. She crouched down and inspected his wounds. Blood was pouring like a red lake from beneath his head. She lifted his head with no more pressure than a butterfly landing, but he still winced in pain. Hermione cringed at the sight of Draco's pain. Even though he detested her, honor would not allow Hermione to leave him like this. Hurt. Alone, and even though he would never admit it, she suspected scared.
She pulled out her wand, cradling his head in her lap like a newborn baby. His eyes were beginning to flicker. His already pale face was the colour of parchment. There was an unhealthy green tinge to it, that looked odd in contrast to his signature platinum blonde hair. He didn't have long. The devil inside Hermione told her to let him die, all he had ever done was mock her and insult her, but her righteousness battled the little devil and won. Hermione frantically flicked through her memories to try and remember the right spell. Her eyes lit up as the small people in her brain found the right spell.
She stood up and backed away from Draco. This was going to be a big spell. As she stood away, Draco's facade fell away until pure terror remained the only expression on his face.
"Vulnera Sanentur" yelled Hermione.
She was blinded as a bright light engulfed Draco. He screamed in pain and began to writhe on the ground. Hermione began to scream. This wasn't supposed to happen. Had she got the right spell?
The light fell away like a cloak and a picture began to emerge. Draco was lying in the same place, eyes closed. Hermione fell to her knees, mouth open in horror. How? What? Why? Questions raced around her head as she stared blankly at his body. Then suddenly, she collapsed. She lay on the ground and shook as sobs racked through her frail body.
Several hours passed with no change. Hermione had stopped crying, but now she just lay there, numb. Draco still had not arisen to make a miraculous recovery. Hermione sat up slowly and forced herself to look at Draco. She dragged herself closer to him until she was close enough to see his face. Gone was the bitterness that usually ruled over his face in Hermione's presence. Instead, it was calm. Peaceful.
Hermione placed a hand on his chest, but it was not rising. A fresh wave of tears rushed to her eyes as the enormity of what she had done crashed down upon her. She had killed him. Draco Malfoy. Son of the most powerful wizard alive. The boy whom she had secretly loved since she had begun Hogwarts...
