"There is only one god, and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: 'Not today'."

'Love. The only thing stronger than fear. You want to be with Draco, don't you?' he says.
Yes, I do. I swallow. I still have my eyes closed, enjoying that happy moment in Hogsmeade. Until it all went the wrong way. I didn't know what was bothering Draco back then, but now I do. Now I know everything. I fitted the puzzle pieces together the night Draco tried to kill Albus Dumbledore. Harry told me everything and now I know how hard is must have been for Draco, but after that night everything changed. We didn't got to see each other at all and living without him for almost a year made me realize how much I love him, even though it's so wrong. Slowly I open my eyes.
Draco shakes his head at me and walks towards Voldemort. He wants me to do nothing and let him go? Voldemort grins at Draco and hugs him. It's a weird, awkward hug and while hugging Draco, he grins at me. Draco takes place next to his father and keeps his eyes focused on the ground before him. He is hurt. Ashamed.
I need to be with him. I want to be there for him when he needs me. Like now.
'Yes, I-I want to join you, m-my Lord,' I stutter hoarse. Draco looks up at me, his eyes express fear. Yes Draco, this is what I do to be with you. I hear Ron gasp behind me and I hear some reproachful whispering. They don't know how I feel and I don't expect them to understand, they don't need to. Voldemort looks slightly surprised.
'You?' he asks as if he is disgusted. I nod and try to stay calm, which I horrible fail at; my hands are sweaty, my voice is hoarse and soft and I can't keep my face neutral. I probably look like a scared little girl. I feel like one.
Then he starts to laugh. I dwindle and bite on my lip.
'You don't want to join me,' he growls, 'you just want to be with him. That's not loyalty, that is weakness.'
'It's not weakness,' I whisper soft.
'Yes it is!' he shouts, 'you are a weak little girl, who only thinks about herself. Why would think I'd even consider having you at my side? You are a mudblood,' he growls, 'you are a filthy person, not worthy to have that wand in your hand, not worthy to live!'
'How dare you!' Draco has stepped forward and is now standing next to the Dark Lord. He is pissed and he is looking at Voldemort.
'How cute. Young love,' Voldemort grins after a short silence. He raises his wand and sighs.
'Just a pity that I have to stop it,' he growls, 'crucio!'
In less than a second, I feel the worst pain I've ever felt through my whole body. It feels like I'm torn apart and a loud scream leaves my mouth while I collapse and hit the ground.
'Expelli-!' Draco screams, but before he can finish the spell, Voldemort disarms Draco and grins. I'm lying on the ground, my eyes are tearing and I feel broken and sore. Draco kneels down next to me and tries to calm me down.
'Get up,' Voldemort growls and he pulls Draco on his legs, 'I need you to do something for me.'
'I'm not doing anything for you,' Draco growls angry, trying to release himself from Voldemort's strong grip.
'Draco,' his father hisses as a warning, 'do what he says.'
'Listen to your father Draco or people you love are going to get hurt and not only she,' Voldemort says as he is pointing at me. I see how Lucius grows pale, he knows what is going to happen if Draco does not answers to Voldemort.
'What do I have to do?' Draco snarls. For a moment he looks at me. I wipe my tears away and scrawl on my feet. I feel stronger now. My body still hurts, but I'm standing close to Draco and I know he will protect me.
Everyone around us is looking at us. Why don't they do something? I admit, Voldemort is a creepy person, but they could at least try, especially Ron. He is just standing there, doing nothing except for staring at me with his mouth wide open. Of course he did not know about Draco and me.
Draco is waiting for Voldemort to give his command. He looks beautiful this way, really beautiful. His hair is a mess and a strand of hair hangs in front of his face. It looks a bit like his just fucked hair, only now it is just fought hair.
His gorgeous face is a bit dirty and there is some blood on his cheek. His kissable lips are slightly parted and he is breathing heavily.
His grey eyes meet mine and for a second I think I see the sweet smile on his face that he has specially preserved for me, but when I blink, the smile is gone.
'Kill her.'
The two words startle me from my thoughts. Draco grows pale – just like his father just did. I look at Voldemort, trying to discover if he really said those words or if it's just my imagination playing tricks.
'W-What?' Draco splutters.
'You heard me, Draco,' Voldemort grins, 'I said: kill her. Kill the mudblood.'
It wasn't my imagination. He really said it. Voldemort wants Draco to kill me. I swallow and look at Draco. He looks helpless.
'No,' Draco whispers, 'I can not do that.'
'Draco, if you don't…,' his father says, but before he can finish, Draco interrupts him.
'I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS THEN!' he screams at his father. His father reduces and looks down at the ground.
'You have to or I'll do it and that won't be pretty.'
No. This can not be happening.
'I can't,' Draco whispers, 'I can't kill her, I-I love her.' The last three words are so soft that only I can hear them. I walk up to Draco and take his hand.
'Do it,' I whisper then, combining all my strength.
'What? No,' Draco says, 'Hermione, I can't kill you. H-How could you say that?'
'If you don't, he is going to kill your family. I can't let that happen and he is going to kill me either way,' I whisper soft, trying not to show him how scared I really am. I don't want to die. I want to be with him.
'B-But,' he whispers hoarse. I bite on my lip and press my lips loving on his. He kisses me back and I wish we could just run away from here, but we can't.
'I love you, Draco Malfoy,' I whisper, 'I will love you forever.'
'I love you too,' he says, it's almost a sob and I feel how my heart breaks in to a hundred little pieces. Draco steps back and looks at Voldemort. Voldemort is grinning, he is amused by this. How can he be so heartless? I look at Draco and nod weakly.
'A-Avada Kedavra,' he whispers hoarse and hurt and before death reaches me, I close my eyes and drift off to the endless darkness.