Seventh chapter! Yay!
Hermione walked back to her common room winded, she was to hurt to even cry. When she got there Harry and Ron were waiting for her. "Hermione! Are you okay? Draco won't bother you anymore, alright?" Harry said as Ron at the same time said. "Herm I am so sorry! Will you forgive me? God I was jealous I guess! Don't hate me please!"
Hermione couldn't hear, she was so scarred, she loved him and now he hated her. She walked up to her room dazed, words couldn't describe the pain she felt. She fell on her bed, it hurt to even breathe. She hated it, she wanted it to stop. He had ripped her heart out; he probably used her and was having a laugh with Pansy and all the Slytherins. She stared at the ceiling for what seemed like years and thought.
Draco walked up to the great hall for lunch and was stopped by Harry. "What do you want potty?" He asked scowling acting cruel but actually angry and embarrassed by the thought that he knew all his secrets. Harry clenched his fists wanting to punch Draco but held back thinking of Hermione. "I was lying Malfoy. Hermione hasn't said anything, I actually didn't know about all this. I don't know why the hell she chose you but if you hurt her I swear to god I will make sure." Harry admitted trailing off. Draco searched his face checking to see if he was lying, he wasn't. "Seriously Potter?" He asked hopefully. Harry nodded his head not taking his magnificent green eyes off Draco as he ran off.
Hermione looked through her trunk searching for something comforting and saw an old pocket knife her uncle had give her for some odd reason when she was young. She picked it up carefully and examined it. She pulled out a blade and tested on her finger to see how sharp it was. She jumped surprised as it cut her. A little crimson blood fell from her finger and dropped onto the floor. A comforting though came to her mind. There won't be anymore pain or suffering Hermione, it would be all over. Nobody could hurt you; you know what I'm talking about. She thought about it for a second, placed the knife carefully in her robe pocket and walked out of her dorm. Ron was waiting for her when she got to the bottom of the stairs. He got up and ran to her. "Hermione! I'm so sorry. I was mad because you spilt pumpkin juice on me and then I realised you were serious about Malfoy so I got angry!" He pleaded desperately. Hermione looked at him and wished she could tell him that this was the last time he would see her. She gave him a hug her throat blocked trying not to cry. "See ya Ron." She whispered smiling a little smile, he sighed and grinned. She turned looked at all her classmate and surroundings one last time and walked out of the common without a second thought.
Draco ran up to Gryffindor tower towards the Gryffindor common room just missing Hermione by a second or two. He knocked on the fat Lady portrait. The portrait swang open and Ginny was standing there. "Gina, Ginny where's Hermione?" He said quickly to her. Ginny startled. "I thought she might be going to the lake. Why?" She asked as he sprinted off to the lake.
Hermione sat at the place where she found Draco and finally let her tears fall. She closed her eyes while she held her breath. Slowly trying to wash away this choking pain, her eyes lazily flutter open into the light of mid afternoon. She took the small knife out her pocket and stared at it. She flipped the blade out and looked at her delicate, beating vein on her wrist. At first, she wasn't thinking. She took the knife and placed it above her wrist without even knowing what she was doing. Or caring. Then, she blinked, realized, and smiled a small, wry smile. She thrust it down and it cut through the skin opening the confused vein and let rivers of flowing, velvety red, warm blood seep down her arms. The pain was like a thousand sliver pins stabbing into her wrist. She grabbed the knife with her other hand and repeated the actions. This time more slowly and gently. She dropped the knife and lay back feeling the sticky wet warm liquid cover her arms.
A voice shouted out her name. She tried to turn around but couldn't.
"Hermione, oh god!" Somebody said. She turned her head and saw Draco, with a look of horror on his face. He thrust his hands into his robe pockets desperately trying to find his wand.
It wasn't there. He released what this met, picked the knife and slit his wrists.
"If you go, I go." He tried to say bravely. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it tight mixing there blood.
She felt dizzy, and she could hardly breathe. That scared her. She tried to calm down, to make sense.. This was what she wanted, and she couldn't back out now. She suddenly released the reason she was doing this. Because Draco had broken her heart.
"Draco, what's happened?" She asked out of breath.
"Harry." He said his heart beating furiously beneath his ribs.
Her thoughts were coming, fast and furious, now. Flashes of light in front of her eyes. Her friends' voices were there and so many others. She couldn't sit up anymore, or think straight. What was she thinking about, again? She had forgotten. It didn't matter, anyway, nothing mattered anymore. It would all be over soon.
Her eyes were drooping She looked at Draco. She was so tired now. The drowsiness had come on very suddenly. One minute she had been sitting.
Sighing. She could hardly manage it. Her breath was coming shorter, but she didn't know if it was because she was dying, or because she was scared. The thought hit her suddenly, for real this time. She was dying. Dying, dying, dying, she was so tired.
"To the world you might be one person Draco, but to me you're the world." She whispered as her eyes slowly drifted shut. She was dead.
Draco looked at her frozen lifeless body and sobbed his heart getting slower. He shut his eyes and saw the stars for the last time.
Hermione walked back to her common room winded, she was to hurt to even cry. When she got there Harry and Ron were waiting for her. "Hermione! Are you okay? Draco won't bother you anymore, alright?" Harry said as Ron at the same time said. "Herm I am so sorry! Will you forgive me? God I was jealous I guess! Don't hate me please!"
Hermione couldn't hear, she was so scarred, she loved him and now he hated her. She walked up to her room dazed, words couldn't describe the pain she felt. She fell on her bed, it hurt to even breathe. She hated it, she wanted it to stop. He had ripped her heart out; he probably used her and was having a laugh with Pansy and all the Slytherins. She stared at the ceiling for what seemed like years and thought.
Draco walked up to the great hall for lunch and was stopped by Harry. "What do you want potty?" He asked scowling acting cruel but actually angry and embarrassed by the thought that he knew all his secrets. Harry clenched his fists wanting to punch Draco but held back thinking of Hermione. "I was lying Malfoy. Hermione hasn't said anything, I actually didn't know about all this. I don't know why the hell she chose you but if you hurt her I swear to god I will make sure." Harry admitted trailing off. Draco searched his face checking to see if he was lying, he wasn't. "Seriously Potter?" He asked hopefully. Harry nodded his head not taking his magnificent green eyes off Draco as he ran off.
Hermione looked through her trunk searching for something comforting and saw an old pocket knife her uncle had give her for some odd reason when she was young. She picked it up carefully and examined it. She pulled out a blade and tested on her finger to see how sharp it was. She jumped surprised as it cut her. A little crimson blood fell from her finger and dropped onto the floor. A comforting though came to her mind. There won't be anymore pain or suffering Hermione, it would be all over. Nobody could hurt you; you know what I'm talking about. She thought about it for a second, placed the knife carefully in her robe pocket and walked out of her dorm. Ron was waiting for her when she got to the bottom of the stairs. He got up and ran to her. "Hermione! I'm so sorry. I was mad because you spilt pumpkin juice on me and then I realised you were serious about Malfoy so I got angry!" He pleaded desperately. Hermione looked at him and wished she could tell him that this was the last time he would see her. She gave him a hug her throat blocked trying not to cry. "See ya Ron." She whispered smiling a little smile, he sighed and grinned. She turned looked at all her classmate and surroundings one last time and walked out of the common without a second thought.
Draco ran up to Gryffindor tower towards the Gryffindor common room just missing Hermione by a second or two. He knocked on the fat Lady portrait. The portrait swang open and Ginny was standing there. "Gina, Ginny where's Hermione?" He said quickly to her. Ginny startled. "I thought she might be going to the lake. Why?" She asked as he sprinted off to the lake.
Hermione sat at the place where she found Draco and finally let her tears fall. She closed her eyes while she held her breath. Slowly trying to wash away this choking pain, her eyes lazily flutter open into the light of mid afternoon. She took the small knife out her pocket and stared at it. She flipped the blade out and looked at her delicate, beating vein on her wrist. At first, she wasn't thinking. She took the knife and placed it above her wrist without even knowing what she was doing. Or caring. Then, she blinked, realized, and smiled a small, wry smile. She thrust it down and it cut through the skin opening the confused vein and let rivers of flowing, velvety red, warm blood seep down her arms. The pain was like a thousand sliver pins stabbing into her wrist. She grabbed the knife with her other hand and repeated the actions. This time more slowly and gently. She dropped the knife and lay back feeling the sticky wet warm liquid cover her arms.
A voice shouted out her name. She tried to turn around but couldn't.
"Hermione, oh god!" Somebody said. She turned her head and saw Draco, with a look of horror on his face. He thrust his hands into his robe pockets desperately trying to find his wand.
It wasn't there. He released what this met, picked the knife and slit his wrists.
"If you go, I go." He tried to say bravely. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it tight mixing there blood.
She felt dizzy, and she could hardly breathe. That scared her. She tried to calm down, to make sense.. This was what she wanted, and she couldn't back out now. She suddenly released the reason she was doing this. Because Draco had broken her heart.
"Draco, what's happened?" She asked out of breath.
"Harry." He said his heart beating furiously beneath his ribs.
Her thoughts were coming, fast and furious, now. Flashes of light in front of her eyes. Her friends' voices were there and so many others. She couldn't sit up anymore, or think straight. What was she thinking about, again? She had forgotten. It didn't matter, anyway, nothing mattered anymore. It would all be over soon.
Her eyes were drooping She looked at Draco. She was so tired now. The drowsiness had come on very suddenly. One minute she had been sitting.
Sighing. She could hardly manage it. Her breath was coming shorter, but she didn't know if it was because she was dying, or because she was scared. The thought hit her suddenly, for real this time. She was dying. Dying, dying, dying, she was so tired.
"To the world you might be one person Draco, but to me you're the world." She whispered as her eyes slowly drifted shut. She was dead.
Draco looked at her frozen lifeless body and sobbed his heart getting slower. He shut his eyes and saw the stars for the last time.