Final chapter :p

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They fell asleep on the same cot, holding hands, the rose between their palms. She had woken up first, yawning. She twisted her hand carefully out of his, still clutching the rose.

The petals were wilting.

She kissed his forehead quickly and she Apparated to her house by herself. She changed clothes and brushed her teeth, returning back to the ward as quickly as she could. She knew she would probably run into Ron if she tried getting something from the kitchen, so she just sat on the chair beside his bed, waiting for him to wake up.

She watched the first petal fall off the rose when he woke up.

He didn't smile at her, but he didn't look angry, either. He sat up wordlessly and looked expectantly at her. She wrapped her hand securely in his and they made their way outside, back to the park. It was crowded as usual.

Without caring what the Muggles thought, she brought them to the same exact place where they had first laid down but this time, they were silent for quite a while.

"One. The sky." He said casually. Hermione smiled.

"Three. The clouds, the grass, and... that guy over there." She giggled as she turned in time to see Draco frown. "I was just kidding. You're much prettier, Draco."

His lips twitched, looking appeased. "One. The... Damn, I can't think of any."

"I win, then," Hermione announced, satisfied. Very abruptly, she twisted so she was lying on her side and she planted another kiss on his lips. He was just as eager as she was. He twisted an arm around her waist and kissed her even harder.

"No you didn't win, Granger," He murmured against her lips. "I'm going to come up with a thousand things in my next turn, and then I'll win this game once and for all."

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They didn't eat that entire day. They didn't want to or need to, either. They found no desire to move or do anything else the rest of the day. However, they spent it walking around the park, walking past the hospital, and finally to her house.

She let him run his hands over her as they collapsed on the bed, lacing her own into his soft, silky hair. She let him tear her shirt off, discarding it to the side of the bed.

They didn't listen to their stomachs growling in protest or the wind hitting the windows violently. They ignored the booms of thunder and the crash of the rain against the house.

She looked up at the nightstand.

The rose continued to wilt.

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They didn't return to St. Mungo's. He didn't want to die there.

They walked, hand in hand to the park, the rose between their fingers. There was nobody in sight - everyone had retreated because of the rain. Draco and Hermione didn't care about how the rain seeped through their clothes.

Instead, they just laid down at the grass in the middle of the park, under a tall tree. They lay, shivering together, her head against his shoulder, his head leaning against hers. Together, they watched the rain stop and the clouds break apart, revealing the bright orange glow of the sunset.

She turned her head towards him. He looked back. He reached over and took a lock of her hair in his hand. He twisted it between his fingers. He was gentle. He wiped away the tears that were rolling silently down her cheeks.

She saw the number on his arm start to fade away. The sun was still sinking. She looked into his eyes for the last time, how the sunlight hit his face so softly, revealing the smoothness of his skin. He wasn't frowning, for once. She knew he started to weaken.

She reached forward and held his hand in hers. He tightened his grip so fiercely she was almost shocked.

"Thank you," He mouthed. "For giving me the last day of my life."

He raised his other hand and curved his hand to brush her cheek once before letting his hand fall limply fo his chest.

"I'll miss you, Draco."

He chuckled softly. "Since when have you called me 'Draco,' Hermione?"

She tightened her grip on his hand. "Since when did you call me Hermione?"

He smiled, then. "Well, you aren't really Hermione to me."

She kept her eyes steady on his, feeling the sunlight begin to slip away from their faces, bringing the cold night that was about to approach. "Then what am I?" She asked quietly.

"A thousand," He whispered. "Unforgivably, unregrettably, and forever mine."

She watched as his eyes closed and his grip loosened, as the last remaining rose petal fell.


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Dedicated to a good friend. (: Who, without her music CD, I would have never finished this story.

Summary: Draco gets hit by a memory charm by Ron. Hermione finds out that Draco has a death curse. The "1" was the number of days he had left. Draco ends up loving Hermione because she's the least he can have before his time's up. He wanted to die knowing that he had her;; the closest he could have gotten to marrying and raising a family.

The game they're playing is "finding something beautiful." In the end, he says to make things short, that he thinks she's beautiful. "Mine" was the nickname he gave her when he didn't have his memory. You're probably wondering why she didn't try to cure him. There was no cure. It's a death curse. Almost like Avada Kedavra.

And...

I'd like to remind you that this is angst, guys. Angst. It's meant to be a little sad. (:

Anyways, as a fanfiction writer, I'm done for a while with the angst stories. Lol, I dunno I just felt like I needed to write some angst stories for a while. Inspired by songs and the person I dedicated this to. But now, I'm going to get to work on another fanfic about Draco and Hermione. Fin heureuse comme ça.

Thank you, everyone ^__^