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"You see Hermione, you friend Draco, can be saved without having to buy the Drago Sanguinante potion," Myrtle said solemnly.

"Yes?"

"Do you know what Drago Sanguinante is made of?"

"Um…no," she replied uncertainly.

"Drago Sanguinante is Italian for bloody dragon. That describes Draco very well, doesn't it?" she smirked. "Anyway, Drago Sanguinante is made of blood. It is made of a ghost's blood."

"No way. Ghosts don't have blood."

"Ahh…but you're wrong. A ghost can have blood."

"What? But how?"

"You see, a person is made a ghost when their blood is not good enough to be in Heaven and not bad enough to be in Hell. And when they are made ghosts, their blood becomes a silvery liquid which can save lives and is very valuable. Anyone who has a ghost's blood in them is almost guaranteed a long life."

"But how will I get a ghost's blood?"

"Look around."

"You? You would do that for me?"

"For a price. I am sick of being a ghost. I want to be able to eat and change once in awhile. That is where you come in. I will give you enough of my blood to revive Draco and keep him alive no matter what for the next 100 years. And you will trade places with me for eternity."

"Wait…so are you saying that I have to become a ghost forever in order for you to help Draco?"

"Indeed," Myrtle said, "I want to be human again. And you want Draco."

"But if I become a ghost, then I would never be able to be with him anyway. No. No, I won't trade places with you."

Myrtle's face contorted into an ugly smirk. "You'll be sorry mudblood." Myrtle rose up in the air and dove headfirst into the toilet and splashed water all over Hermione.

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Hermione made her way towards the secret room, muttering agrily. Stupid Myrtle. What's her problem? Finally she reached the secret room. "Aperire!" she shouted. The secret door appeared in front of her and she walked in. She strolled by Draco's side. "You bloody idiot," she said, tears filling her eyes. "I wasn't going to kill myself. Why'd you have to do that? Why did any of this ever happen?" Hermione lowered her head and closed her eyes, now bawling loudly.

"Because I love you," a weak voice came. She gasped.

"Draco? Are you awake? MADAM POMFREY! PROFESSOR DUMBL—"she was cut off by Draco's hand.

"Shush your trap. I'm going to die Hermione. I know I am," he told her.

"No! No you won't. You can't!"

"Oh give up Hermione. Just grant me one last wish."

"You're not going to die but what?"

"Kiss me." Hermione bent over and kissed Draco. He deepened the kiss and pulled her close to him. Their tongues dueled in a ferocious battle for control. His hands moved up and down her back and she moaned in pleasure. Suddenly he stopped. His body went limp and an anguishing scream could be heard all throughout the school.



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