A/N: I'm starting to see this as kind of a Romeo and Juliet kind of thing. I'm fairly certain that this is the last chapter.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling, not me. JK Rowling….not me.
Draco ran as fast as he could. He didn't know why, but something was pulling him towards the astronomy tower. He had been sitting by the lake, watching the stars and thinking about how much he hurt her. There was a throbbing pain in his head that hadn't left since the last time he saw her. Rubbing his eyes he leaned against the tree he was sitting beneath.
And then he felt it. The worst pain he'd ever experienced in his life, more excruciating than the unforgivable torturing curse. It was like a thousand knives digging away at his chest, desperate to get to his heart. The pain grew and grew until he couldn't take it anymore.
Just as fast as it had appeared it was gone. Draco lay on the ground, sweating and breathing heavily. The pain was gone, but it left him with a feeling of emptiness inside him. A feeling unlike anything he'd ever felt. He felt completely and utterly alone. He stood up and ran, as fast as he could towards the astronomy tower.
He could see her, staring over the side of the stone wall and looking towards the ground. He called out her name, but he was still to far away for her to hear him. He pushed his legs faster as he watched her climb onto the high stone ledge. He called to her again, but still, nothing.
He screamed out her name as loud as he could as he watched her throw herself from the tower. "Hermione, no!"
Unable to think of something to do, he watched helplessly as she plummeted towards the hard ground. Suddenly, as solution popped into his mind.
"ARRESTO MOMENTO!" he yelled, pointing his wand at her. Her body stopped in mid air and gently floated towards the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief, and rushed towards her.
"Hermione," he whispered as he kneeled next to her. She was lying on her side and he couldn't see her face. He gently pulled her shoulder towards him and fell backwards in shock.
As soon as she was on her back, Hermione began coughing violently. As her breathing became labored, small flecks of blood appeared on her lips. Tears streaked down her face and Draco began to panic. He crawled next to her. Sticking out of a pocket in her robes was the top of a glass vile. He picked it up and pulled the cork out. A small blue stream of foggy, almost clear, smoke poured from the empty bottle. He sniffed the glass and realized at once what had been in the vile.
"Oh, Hermione," he cried.
The coughs died down and her lips began to move, as if she was trying to speak, but no words were coming out.
"Hermione," he whispered in her ear. "What is it?"
"Ki…kill…me," she strained to get the words out.
"No, Hermione," he said as tears filled his eyes. "Fight this, you will be fine. I know you, Hermione. You're a survivor."
"No," she gasped for air. "I'm not."
"Yes, Hermione. You are! You are!" he clutched her to his chest and sobbed. "I love you too much to let you go."
He leaned back and saw a small smile playing on the corner of Hermione's lips, even though the rest of her face was in immeasurable pain. "Please," she whispered, gripping his cloak.
"I, I can't," he cried.
"Please," she whispered again, this time defeat laced her voice. He couldn't stand it anymore. Her voice was tearing at his insides. He gripped his wand and pulled it from his pocket.
"Hermione," he said lightly into her ear. "I never meant what I said. I love you."
"Do you mean it?" she questioned in a strangled voice.
"Truly, I do," he said, and gently kissed her bloodstained lips.
The smile on her lips faded away as her body was wracked with another fit of coughs, producing more redness on her lips and chin. Tears fell from Draco's eyes. The pain he was causing her by not killing her was unbearable.
He intertwined his fingers with hers and laid her across his lap. He pointed his wand at her heart. The spell came out in a stifled whisper.
"Avada Kedavra." There was a flash of green light and she was gone. He had killed her.
He clutched her to his body and sobbed. He wished someone would come and find him. A teacher, a student, anyone. He wanted them to take him away, take him to Azkaban and let the dementors have him. His soul was already gone.
He snatched the glass vile from the ground where he had dropped it. Stranded in the bottom were two lonely blue drops. He tipped the vile up and felt the two blue drops float down his throat. The instant burn was a comfort.
He lay down on the grass next to Hermione's lifeless form and wrapped his arms around her. He closed his eyes and waited for the pain, and the sweet release of death. He waited to be with Hermione again.
The end.
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I'm in tears. So sad, eh? Lol Anyways, tell me what you think please!! FIRST COMPLETED FIC OF MY LIFE!! Haha
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