"Well, does anyone have any ideas as to why we're the only sane people left in Hogwarts??" Ron questioned as he leaned up against a wall.
"We don't know that for sure, Ron. The Professors might still be sane. I think we should find Dumbledore. He'll know what to do, he always does." Hermione stood up and walked toward the door.
No one bothered to argue with Hermione. She was the smartest one so she must know what she's doing. Carefully, Hermione opened the door and peered out into the vast area. There was no one there. She walked out into the hallway and waited for the others to follow her.
Everyone slowly filed out of the kitchen, Draco being the last to step out. "Where'd he go....?" Of course Draco was referring to Dean.
"I don't know, but the Marauder's Map would come in handy right about now..." Fred mumbled as they looked around the hall, searching for anyone sneaking around. The map would have let them know where everyone in the school was currently at. Whether they be walking down the hall, or somewhere in one of the common rooms, it would have let them know.
Draco looked at Fred and raised a brow. "The......." He stopped talking as he saw a bright beam of light out of the corner of his eye. He turned around just in time to see a large ball of flames headed right toward him. It was too late to do anything. The flames connected with a vicious impact which threw him back into a large pillar.
"Draco!" Ron yelled out as he ran over to the Slytherin. He nearly slid across the floor as he kneeled down next to Draco. There was a burn mark scorched into his chest and Ron could smell the feint scent of burned flesh. "Don't move, ok? We'll uh...we'll get you to Madam Pomfrey! She'll take care of you!"
Draco's eyes were half way shut, but never-the-less he chuckled an almost unbearably painful chuckle. "...you surprise me, Weasley. I would have thought you'd be glad that I was dying..." He closed his eyes as he winced in pain.
"...you're my enemy, Draco. But I don't want you dead...." Ron hesitantly lifted Draco's head onto his lap.
Lifting a hand up to Ron's face, Draco gently pressed his fingertips against Ron's freckled cheeks. Ron used his free hand to place it over Draco's hand. He leaned down toward Draco and placed his lips against that of the dying blonde's.
Fred's and George's jaws dropped as they watched their brother kiss their arch enemy. Nothing else was on their mind at the moment, nothing at all. The sight just about fried their brains.
Ron felt Draco squeeze his hand then suddenly, all his strength left him and Draco's hand fell limp in his own. Ron slowly pulled back from the kiss and looked at the peaceful creature in front of him. Finally, Draco had found his peace...slowly, Ron stood up and looked at the person who delivered the death blow. "I'll never forgive you for this..." He said as he choked back his tears.
"You'll never forgive me? I did you a favor! He was going to kill you, Ron! I figured it all out!" Hermione put her wand down, not even really sure if she had done the right thing.
"No you haven't! You've figured nothing out!" Ron yelled as he raised his wand and pointed it at Hermione. "Avada..."
"RON!! NO!!" Fred and George began to run toward their brother, knowing good and well what he was about to do.
"Kedavra!" Ron shouted out. His wand immediately shot out a green light which consumed Hermione. She yelled out once before her body collapsed to the ground. Lifeless, just like Draco's.
Fred and George stopped in their tracks as they looked at Hermione. She was gone, there was no bringing her back. "Ron! How could you?!"
Ron looked up at Fred and George, his tear stained face seemed to look on with shock and horror. "...I didn't mean to...."
Fred ran over to Hermione and checked her pulse to make sure she was dead. Sure enough, she was.
"Now what do we do??" George looked at the two dead students laying on the floor. He was sure that his little brother would be killed for this one.
Ron looked around the hall. Panic all of the sudden taking over him. "We've got to get to Dumbledore! I-I didn't mean to kill Hermione! I swear I didn't!"
Fred and George ignored the last thing that Ron said. Ok, so obviously he had feelings for Draco that no one knew about, but he didn't have to kill Hermione because she killed Draco. What was that going to solve? "Come on, Ron. We're going to find Dumbledore."
For their own safety, Fred and George took Ron through a series of passages. So far they hadn't run into anymore crazy people. But they hadn't run into any professors either. Things were starting to look bad, really bad. How were they even going to begin to tell Dumbledore that people were walking around like crazed maniacs and blowing up everything. To top that off, two students had already been killed.
Dumbledore already had a lot on his mind. He had to find a cure for Harry....Harry.... "Harry! This has something to do with Harry! He's awfully sick. And people didn't start to act crazy until he got sick! Let's get to the infirmary first, and see how he's doing." Fred turned the corner to the infirmary. He was proud of himself for figuring something out.
George and Ron quietly followed Fred. The closer they got to the infirmary, the more they began to feel uneasy. "....there's something wrong...."
Just as they reached the door to the infirmary. A group of kids walked out from behind the corner. They were all armed with their wands, ready to fire.
Fred, George, and Ron backed away from the door. "...I don't think they want us going in there...." Slowly, the three of them backed away from the increasing mob in front of them. Not paying attention, they bumped into something behind them.
Without turning around, Ron and his brothers just stopped in their tracks. "...don't tell me there's people behind us too...." Slowly, the three of them turned around. Their eyes widened at the sight of more people. A whole new crowd of people had formed behind them, but the two people in front of the crowd took the most notice from them.
"Hermione...? Draco...?"
