Hermione was sitting on the end of her bed, stroking the long, thin, razor
sharp knife that lay in her lap. "If he loved me, I am sure he would have
shown it by now". She lifted the knife, running her finger up the blade.
She winced in pain as the knife cut her skin.
Draco was wandering toward the Slytherin common room when he realised that he could not go on like this, living a lie. He turned around and sprinted to the great hall to think about what to do.
Hermione came down the stairs and entered the great hall alone, the knife concealed in her bag. She wandered over to between the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables and pulled out the knife. "This is for you, Draco!" she screamed as she plunged the knife deep into her heart.
Draco, hearing this scream, ran over to the collapsed figure that was Hermione. He realised as he ran that the person he really loved had been right under his nose all along, yet he had been blind to see it. He pulled the knife out of Hermione and plunged it into his own heart, and as his eyes began to fail him, he found his love again.
Draco was wandering toward the Slytherin common room when he realised that he could not go on like this, living a lie. He turned around and sprinted to the great hall to think about what to do.
Hermione came down the stairs and entered the great hall alone, the knife concealed in her bag. She wandered over to between the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables and pulled out the knife. "This is for you, Draco!" she screamed as she plunged the knife deep into her heart.
Draco, hearing this scream, ran over to the collapsed figure that was Hermione. He realised as he ran that the person he really loved had been right under his nose all along, yet he had been blind to see it. He pulled the knife out of Hermione and plunged it into his own heart, and as his eyes began to fail him, he found his love again.