Draco's pov
I walked around the castle aimlessly, my feet taking me to God knows where.
As I rounded the corner I glimpsed the end of her bushy hair turning the corner; an audible sniff trailing behind her light steps.
I froze as guilt washed through me as her grief-stricken chocolate brown eyes swam hazily before me.
A tear streaked my face and splashed noiselessly onto the floor, breaking into a thousand diamond pieces. But my little angel wasn't there to wipe her thumb over my cheeks. She hadn't been there ever since I had told her that blackest of blasphemies: that I didn't love her.
But I had known no other way to keep her safe from Lucius' wrath. He had been livid when he had found out (through Pansy who I thoroughly ignored now) that I had been dating a "mudblood", and had consequently deemed it necessary to threaten her life (by mentioning Greyback's name several times).
He had only changed his mind when I had guaranteed him that I wouldn't even talk, let alone look at her again.
I sighed heavily and found myself walking towards the grounds outside. It was a gloomy day (well, for me anyway) as the sun bathed me in its multicoloured setting colours and I sullenly stared around me at the happy couples prancing around like love-sick puppies.
My bitter condescending smirks didn't even bother them and I pushed past them, walking over to what was now obviously a ruckus near the bottom of the astronomy tower. The students milled around something in a circle, screaming and crying like you would at a funeral.
God give me strength! They're a bunch of pansies!
I pushed through them only to stop mid-step as her peaceful, lifeless eyes smiled back at me serenely.
…
What?
…
My breaths came in short gasps, too painful as they wheezed through my constricted throat. My heart lurched, not daring to believe that my angel, my angel, was…
I choked on my tears, my knees crashing into the dry grass below as I fell; unable to stand as the strength from my little angel left me in one blow.
My vision blurred, the tears crashing down in torrents, but through it all I never took my eyes away from her. My Hermione…
The students stepped away from the burning man kneeling in front of the dead head girl. They were too young, too naïve, to feel his pain. The pain that would for certainty, torment him all his life.
They were yet again pushed aside rudely as the raven-haired hero with that freckled guy ran forward, sweat beading their body profusely.
One of them, the raven-haired kid, choked out a small Hermione before he too fell, overcome. The freckled man just stood there, unmoving. He just stared blankly at the woman before him that had rejoined her dad in the heavens.
'Hermione…'
