Chapter three In Draco's point of view
In the weeks proceeding nothing of importance occurred. I told no more of Hermione to Ginny though I did go to see her. Still, I knew the time would come that I would tell her. And the time would come soon. Soon, but not yet. I spent my days thinking over my life as much as I could. Trying to recall every time I ever spoke to Hermione. I made sure to stay awake for every sunset and wake up with every sunrise. And soon, three days after I came to the institution, I went to Ginny's office to tell the story of the day, she died.
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(Still in Draco's point of view)
It was all I could think of the next day, those simple words Hermione had said that I must have said in my head to her a hundred times. I love you. They were amazing. As Ironic as it was, that day we attacked and killed an entice muggle high school. But still all I could think of was what she had said. But that was nothing I guess because later on that day we were all called to Lord Voldemort. He looked if at all possible more murderous than usual.
"The prisoners" He began, "have escaped... all... of them" M mouth hung open for a few short seconds but then I was forced to come to my senses when over one hundred wizards and witches appeared around us and began attacking. I killed two or three people then ducked in to the building that was the keep. As soon as I did, I heard a voice. It was Hermione. I crept to the entrance remaining unseen and listened.
"I guess your plan to get Malfoy to fall in love with me and then cause him pain by you murdering me didn't go to well." While you called the guards off duty the other prisoners were forming a plan while I distracted your precious death eater. Anyway. I must be going. Farewell, once and for all." She muttered a curse and I watched boiling with rage as the dark lord deteriorated in to oblivion. Hermione had satisfaction in her eyes when I stepped in to view. Though she wasn't so satisfied, I'll admit when I disarmed her.
"I guess you got you wanted huh Granger? To kill the dark lord? I bet that all along you were lying to me. From the day we got stuck in that forest until now. In fact you probably pulled that forest stunt to get at me. It was all lies. You were using me the whole time... to get what you wanted."
Her eyes widened. She had time to say something but she didn't the silence was enough. I pointed my wand at her heart and muttered the one deadly curse a her. She didn't attempt to move she just stared at me with a soft apologetic and loving look it would take a like time to forget.
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Epilogue
When I finished my story I already knew what was going to happen to me. It was like telling the story was committing suicide and honestly... that's what I wanted. I wanted to go through the pain that I put Hermione through right before she died. And it turns out I probably didn't. The last thing I thought, before my sole was taken from me forever was of course about Hermione. I laughed a little. That probably wasn't how she intended to die either. Murdered by the man she loved, or maybe she did. Maybe I'm just crazy.
In the weeks proceeding nothing of importance occurred. I told no more of Hermione to Ginny though I did go to see her. Still, I knew the time would come that I would tell her. And the time would come soon. Soon, but not yet. I spent my days thinking over my life as much as I could. Trying to recall every time I ever spoke to Hermione. I made sure to stay awake for every sunset and wake up with every sunrise. And soon, three days after I came to the institution, I went to Ginny's office to tell the story of the day, she died.
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(Still in Draco's point of view)
It was all I could think of the next day, those simple words Hermione had said that I must have said in my head to her a hundred times. I love you. They were amazing. As Ironic as it was, that day we attacked and killed an entice muggle high school. But still all I could think of was what she had said. But that was nothing I guess because later on that day we were all called to Lord Voldemort. He looked if at all possible more murderous than usual.
"The prisoners" He began, "have escaped... all... of them" M mouth hung open for a few short seconds but then I was forced to come to my senses when over one hundred wizards and witches appeared around us and began attacking. I killed two or three people then ducked in to the building that was the keep. As soon as I did, I heard a voice. It was Hermione. I crept to the entrance remaining unseen and listened.
"I guess your plan to get Malfoy to fall in love with me and then cause him pain by you murdering me didn't go to well." While you called the guards off duty the other prisoners were forming a plan while I distracted your precious death eater. Anyway. I must be going. Farewell, once and for all." She muttered a curse and I watched boiling with rage as the dark lord deteriorated in to oblivion. Hermione had satisfaction in her eyes when I stepped in to view. Though she wasn't so satisfied, I'll admit when I disarmed her.
"I guess you got you wanted huh Granger? To kill the dark lord? I bet that all along you were lying to me. From the day we got stuck in that forest until now. In fact you probably pulled that forest stunt to get at me. It was all lies. You were using me the whole time... to get what you wanted."
Her eyes widened. She had time to say something but she didn't the silence was enough. I pointed my wand at her heart and muttered the one deadly curse a her. She didn't attempt to move she just stared at me with a soft apologetic and loving look it would take a like time to forget.
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Epilogue
When I finished my story I already knew what was going to happen to me. It was like telling the story was committing suicide and honestly... that's what I wanted. I wanted to go through the pain that I put Hermione through right before she died. And it turns out I probably didn't. The last thing I thought, before my sole was taken from me forever was of course about Hermione. I laughed a little. That probably wasn't how she intended to die either. Murdered by the man she loved, or maybe she did. Maybe I'm just crazy.