Hey ya'll. Yeah, DracosGirlMakayla, I agree. The first couple of chapter's
were slow, but finally I got the whole thing going. Well here's the LAST
chapter. Hope you like it.
Chapter 6
Hermione looked down at her clothing. A black dress, black shoes. It matched how she was feeling inside very well. She walked along the corridors cold, and alone. Most people had avoided her when they found out what happened. Hermione knew what they were thinking. She knew they thought she wasn't strong, and that if they said anything relating to Draco, she would breakdown. They were wrong though. What she needed most now, WERE friends. People she could talk to, ones who understood how she was feeling.
She slowly walked toward the Great Hall. They would be holding a ceremony for Draco. She was happy they were doing it. And she was going to talk. She was going to tell them how she felt. She opened the doors, and walked towards the front of the hall. Hermione would be sitting at the head table today, just today. Normally it would have excited her, but now, it only reminded her of why she was there.
She sat down, and looked over the sea of faces. She picked out many Gryffindor's, including Ron, and Harry. Their eyes were on her, including many of the Slytherins. She noticed Pansy's eyes weren't filled with sympathy, but merely cruel jealousy, and dislike.
"Well, maybe if Draco had loved her none of this would have happened." Hermione thought, a chill going down her spine.
She suddenly felt like she could have saved him from his death. But then again, she would not have been able to save him from the worst decision he could have made. Either way, nothing would have turned out right.
Dumbledore stood up then. His words were soft and gentle, and soon Hermione found herself staring out the window. Wishing she wasn't hearing the sad words that brought back the horrid memories. Tears were threatening to come, as she heard Dumbledore speaking. Telling everyone of how brave Draco had been. How he had stood up to Voldermort, even after seeing others struck down. Finally, though, he told them that some one else had something to say, and he said Hermione's name. Hermione stood up. Her knees felt like Jell-O.
Slowly she walked to the stand, where Dumbledore had previously been talking.
"Draco was brave." Hermione looked at Dumbledore. "Professor Dumbledore did not lie. He saved me from Voldermort. But also, he saved me from myself. I still remember watching him when he ate those blasted flavored jelly- beans. He would only eat the orange ones. He said that it was the only one that wasn't used as a house color."
Hermione took a breath, and found the nerve to talk again. Even with those damned tears running down her cheeks.
"He taught me a lot. Even in our short time together, he showed me himself, under those incredible gray eyes. Draco Malfoy was a one and a life-time love." She heard people rustle as they heard the word love. She chuckled softly, wiping away a tear. "Yes, I loved him, with all of my heart. And I didn't even get to tell him. So if you love someone, tell him or her. I thought I would always be able to confide in him. But now, we only have him in our dreams, and in our memories."
Hermione looked around once more. "May he rest in peace."
She walked out of the Great Hall nearly twenty minutes after the others left. Dumbledore had talked to her. He told her that they were going after Voldermort. Hermione agreed right away, and joined their forces. She walked outside, and sat next to the lake.
"At least the Giant Squid was enjoying himself." Hermione thought bitterly.
She was looking out over the horizon, when the tears started falling again. She placed her head in her hands, and sobbed.
"How can I live without you Draco." She muttered out-loud.
"You still have him." A voice behind her said softly. Ginny stood there, her hands in her pockets. "You have him in your dreams, and your thoughts, just like you said. I've been looking for you 'Moine." She sat next to her.
Hermione seemed surprised. "What for?"
"I want you to tell me about you and Draco. I want to give you my shoulder. I should have talked to you sooner. And when I saw you standing there, talking, you looked like you had so much pain. I felt like I haven't done my part as your friend. And I want to make it up to you." Ginny said, looking down at her hands.
Hermione looked at her. "We met in the library." She went on to tell her of their kisses, of their laughs. Hermione looked out over the lake.
"You know, I had a dream about him." She leaned on Ginny. "He was standing there, smiling. And I ran to him. We sat there, and hugged. He whispered to me, saying he wouldn't be there in life, but our love would be. And then he kissed me. I know I could feel it." Hermione sniffed, and looked up to find Ginny crying. "And then he was gone."
"I'm sorry you had to go through this Hermione." Ginny said softly, wiping her eyes.
"So am I, Gin." Hermione answered. "So am I."
Ginny was now gone, and Hermione was alone, walking through the grounds. She looked up the stars, remembering their first kiss. She touched her lip, and closed her eyes, wishing she could still taste him.
"I love you Draco." She said softly. "And no matter what, I'll get Voldermort. You just wait."
It was now her curse.
That's the end of it. At least for this one. I might make a sequel, but it might be better to leave it a mystery. I dunno yet. We'll see. Please Review!
Chapter 6
Hermione looked down at her clothing. A black dress, black shoes. It matched how she was feeling inside very well. She walked along the corridors cold, and alone. Most people had avoided her when they found out what happened. Hermione knew what they were thinking. She knew they thought she wasn't strong, and that if they said anything relating to Draco, she would breakdown. They were wrong though. What she needed most now, WERE friends. People she could talk to, ones who understood how she was feeling.
She slowly walked toward the Great Hall. They would be holding a ceremony for Draco. She was happy they were doing it. And she was going to talk. She was going to tell them how she felt. She opened the doors, and walked towards the front of the hall. Hermione would be sitting at the head table today, just today. Normally it would have excited her, but now, it only reminded her of why she was there.
She sat down, and looked over the sea of faces. She picked out many Gryffindor's, including Ron, and Harry. Their eyes were on her, including many of the Slytherins. She noticed Pansy's eyes weren't filled with sympathy, but merely cruel jealousy, and dislike.
"Well, maybe if Draco had loved her none of this would have happened." Hermione thought, a chill going down her spine.
She suddenly felt like she could have saved him from his death. But then again, she would not have been able to save him from the worst decision he could have made. Either way, nothing would have turned out right.
Dumbledore stood up then. His words were soft and gentle, and soon Hermione found herself staring out the window. Wishing she wasn't hearing the sad words that brought back the horrid memories. Tears were threatening to come, as she heard Dumbledore speaking. Telling everyone of how brave Draco had been. How he had stood up to Voldermort, even after seeing others struck down. Finally, though, he told them that some one else had something to say, and he said Hermione's name. Hermione stood up. Her knees felt like Jell-O.
Slowly she walked to the stand, where Dumbledore had previously been talking.
"Draco was brave." Hermione looked at Dumbledore. "Professor Dumbledore did not lie. He saved me from Voldermort. But also, he saved me from myself. I still remember watching him when he ate those blasted flavored jelly- beans. He would only eat the orange ones. He said that it was the only one that wasn't used as a house color."
Hermione took a breath, and found the nerve to talk again. Even with those damned tears running down her cheeks.
"He taught me a lot. Even in our short time together, he showed me himself, under those incredible gray eyes. Draco Malfoy was a one and a life-time love." She heard people rustle as they heard the word love. She chuckled softly, wiping away a tear. "Yes, I loved him, with all of my heart. And I didn't even get to tell him. So if you love someone, tell him or her. I thought I would always be able to confide in him. But now, we only have him in our dreams, and in our memories."
Hermione looked around once more. "May he rest in peace."
She walked out of the Great Hall nearly twenty minutes after the others left. Dumbledore had talked to her. He told her that they were going after Voldermort. Hermione agreed right away, and joined their forces. She walked outside, and sat next to the lake.
"At least the Giant Squid was enjoying himself." Hermione thought bitterly.
She was looking out over the horizon, when the tears started falling again. She placed her head in her hands, and sobbed.
"How can I live without you Draco." She muttered out-loud.
"You still have him." A voice behind her said softly. Ginny stood there, her hands in her pockets. "You have him in your dreams, and your thoughts, just like you said. I've been looking for you 'Moine." She sat next to her.
Hermione seemed surprised. "What for?"
"I want you to tell me about you and Draco. I want to give you my shoulder. I should have talked to you sooner. And when I saw you standing there, talking, you looked like you had so much pain. I felt like I haven't done my part as your friend. And I want to make it up to you." Ginny said, looking down at her hands.
Hermione looked at her. "We met in the library." She went on to tell her of their kisses, of their laughs. Hermione looked out over the lake.
"You know, I had a dream about him." She leaned on Ginny. "He was standing there, smiling. And I ran to him. We sat there, and hugged. He whispered to me, saying he wouldn't be there in life, but our love would be. And then he kissed me. I know I could feel it." Hermione sniffed, and looked up to find Ginny crying. "And then he was gone."
"I'm sorry you had to go through this Hermione." Ginny said softly, wiping her eyes.
"So am I, Gin." Hermione answered. "So am I."
Ginny was now gone, and Hermione was alone, walking through the grounds. She looked up the stars, remembering their first kiss. She touched her lip, and closed her eyes, wishing she could still taste him.
"I love you Draco." She said softly. "And no matter what, I'll get Voldermort. You just wait."
It was now her curse.
That's the end of it. At least for this one. I might make a sequel, but it might be better to leave it a mystery. I dunno yet. We'll see. Please Review!