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Chapter Twenty-Five: Yearning
She felt her heart quicken as his weakened; her pulse beating a faster rhythm while his slowed, until all she could hear was the thudding of her heart.
His grey eyes seemed frozen, glazed, staring into her, as he whispered, "Beautiful."
His eyelids slowly closed as a ghost of a smile flickered on his lips. Her tears fell faster, until she was openly crying, holding on to the cooling body of Draco Malfoy.
She wanted nothing more than for the war to be finished. Nothing more than for the darkness to be gone from life. Nothing more than to have peace and quiet again.
Her wish was granted almost immediately.
Antonin Dolohov, after realizing that Hermione Granger had disappeared from his view because she was kneeling, holding Draco—not because his Sectumsempra curse had hit her—was aiming again.
This time, he aimed to kill. The jet of green light lit up their corner of the seventh floor.
The spell hit her square on her back. She wilted over her lover's body, sighing contentedly as a zephyr cooled her face from the open window, before closing her eyes and joining him.
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AN:
This was the only chapter that had a different 'next word'. I couldn't find a fitting sentence with 'Zenith', so I changed it to 'Zephyr', although the next chapter will still be 'Zenith'.
WARNING: This story is like an abstract painting; there are patterns that don't seem to make sense, and overall the painting doesn't seem to be a picture, but there is a story in the art.
Review your thoughts and opinions.