Hermione lay in her bed, reliving every moment of the Winter Dance in her
head. She smiled to herself and sighed contentedly.
'I love him so much! I don't think I've ever been happier,' she thought. Rolling over, she fell asleep.
*Dream*
Hermione was sitting in a cushioned armchair reading one of her favorite Muggle books, Heartbreaker. It was a sad love story about a young man who had to make a huge sacrifice in order to make the girl of his dreams truly happy. Hermione was holding her breath as her eyes scanned the words, "I'm sorry, Kitty...I never loved you." Tears welled up in her eyes.
"You ok, sweetie?" a voice said. Hermione tore her eyes away from the page and looked up. Her eyes met Ron's. She jumped a little.
"Ron! Shit, you scared me!" she gasped.
"Sorry, babe. Maybe this will make up for it," he said, gently placing his lips on hers. She kissed back, inhaling the sweet smell of Ron's cologne. Or maybe it was just the essence of Ron. She let out a contented sigh. Ron slowly ran his hand through Hermione's hair, not breaking the seal their lips made. She put her book down and moved her hands to his neck. She softly started tracing patterns with her nails, knowing Ron liked it. Sure enough, after a few moments of this, Ron moaned into her mouth. Hermione couldn't help but giggle a little as Ron's hands traveled from her hair down her sides, tickling as they went, and pausing at her waist. Then, they continued on their way downward, finally reaching the hem of Hermione's short skirt. Hermione gasped softly as she felt Ron's hand sliding up her thigh. She arched her back slightly, breaking away from Ron's kiss. She closed her eyes and heard Ron say, "Ugh, Hermione, please spare us the moaning. Some of us are trying to sleep."
*End dream*
"Huh?" Hermione opened her eyes reluctantly.
"Please...shut up," Parvati groaned from the bed next to her. "Stop talking in your sleep."
Hermione blushed in the dark. What had she said? The dream wasn't something she wanted other people to know about. She rolled over onto her left side and closed her eyes once more, praying she wouldn't dream of anything.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ron opened his eyes. Something had caused him to wake up, and he wanted to figure out what so he could go back to sleep. He sat up in his bed as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He could hear a lot of noise coming from outside of the dorm door, apparently from the common room. Ron tried to listen to what the people downstairs were saying, but he could only make out a few words and phrases.
"Broke in..."
"Someone hurt..."
"How?"
Ron threw the covers off of himself and quietly walked over to Harry's bed.
"Pst, Harry," Ron whispered, poking Harry's arm.
"Ugh," Harry groaned. "What is it?"
"What's going on?"
Before Harry could reply, the door opened, letting in an exceeding amount of light. Both boys squinted, bringing their hands up to their eyes to block out the rays. Once their eyes adjusted, they tried to distinguish the figure standing in the doorway. It was Professor McGonnagal.
"Professor, what's going on?" Harry asked in a drowsy voice.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, I'm afraid I have some bad news." Professor McGonnagal's face was extremely pale. "It's Ms. Granger...she's..." She couldn't finish.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione woke to find herself shivering under the covers. She looked around sleepily and noticed that the window was open. Grumbling to herself, she unwillingly got out of bed and walked over to the window. She glanced out and her eyes settled on the full moon that was shining brightly outside. She smiled, thinking how beautiful it was and how much she wished that Ron was there with her at that moment watching it too. Her thoughts were interrupted by a quiet sound behind her. She whirled around, narrowing her eyes. She looked at each bed. Parvati was in her's, not moving at all. Lavender and the others were soundly sleeping as well. Or were they?
Hermione took a few slow steps toward Parvati. She was in her bed, but she looked awkward. Her eyes appeared to be open, and her head was leaning back more than it should have been. Hermione cautiously picked her wand up from beside her bed and slowly made her way toward the nearest bed. She moved the curtain.
"Lumos," she whispered, shining the light over the person in the bed. It was all she could do to keep herself from screaming out. There lay Parvati, eyes rolled back into her head and her throat sliced open. Hermione quickly backed away, but tripped over something on the floor. Looking down, she screamed. It was Lavender. She was sprawled on the floor, blood flowing from her throat as well. Not tearing her eyes away from the body on the floor, Hermione scrambled on the floor trying to reach the door. She was almost there when she heard someone clear their throat. She spun around and pointed her wand in the direction of the sound. There stood a figure, hooded and cloaked.
"Who-who are you?" Hermione managed to choke out. The figure let out a quiet laugh. Hermione shivered at the icy voice.
"It doesn't matter who I am. All that matters is that you're not going to be alive in a few seconds..."
Hermione's eyes widened. One question stuck in her thoughts as a green light enveloped her: how could he have gotten in?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ron raced past Professor McGonnagal and up to the girls' dormitory, despite her attempts to stop him. Miraculously, he made it up the stairs; for some reason they didn't turn into a slide this time. Perhaps it was because this was an emergency, but Ron didn't care about how he got there. He just knew he had to see Hermione...to find out if she was alright.
He burst through the door, breathing heavily. His eyes darted around the room, searching for her. He saw his worst fear in front of him. A wand lay in the middle of the floor, shining a feeble ray of light around the room. Beside it lay a girl, her hair falling gracefully over her eyes, her arms at her sides. She appeared to still be breathing, but weakly. Ron rushed to her, gently picking her up in his arms.
"Hermione..." he whispered. "Hermione, please...please don't die..."
Ron cradled her body in his arms, burying his head into her hair and letting the tears fall. He rocked back and forth for a few minutes, crying silently. Suddenly, he felt Hermione stir. He looked down at her.
"Ron..." she whispered.
"I'm here, Hermione. I'm here. Oh thank god, you're alive..." A smile broke out on Ron's tear-strained face.
"Ron, I'm dying..." Hermione's voice trailed off.
"No...don't talk like that. Hang in there, we'll save you. You'll be ok."
Hermione shook her head. "Avada kedavra, Ron. I'm going to die. It's a miracle that I'm not dead yet. I guess the shield spell helped after all."
"Hermione, you're strong. You'll make it." Ron's voice was desperate. He was begging her not to die, but she wouldn't listen.
"Ron, listen. I'm dying, and we can't stop it. Just listen. There's not much time left. Voldemort...he did this. Tell Harry to prepare himself...this is it. They have to fight. Tonight." Hermione's voice caught in her throat and she let out a few feeble coughs. "Ron...never forget me. I love you." With that, Hermione's head sank into Ron's arms and her eyes closed.
"No...no, you can't...please Hermione..." Tears fell down Ron's face again. "Hermione...I love you too." She was dead, and he knew it. It was over.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Ok, I think I'm wrapping this up (obviously, since Hermione died...) I honestly wasn't going to kill her off, but since happy endings are very rare in life, I decided that she was going to be murdered. The next chapter is going to be the final chapter. It might be a little short, but deal with it :-P Anyways, I'll hopefully update soon, since now I have time thanks to Thanksgiving break. Please review!
'I love him so much! I don't think I've ever been happier,' she thought. Rolling over, she fell asleep.
*Dream*
Hermione was sitting in a cushioned armchair reading one of her favorite Muggle books, Heartbreaker. It was a sad love story about a young man who had to make a huge sacrifice in order to make the girl of his dreams truly happy. Hermione was holding her breath as her eyes scanned the words, "I'm sorry, Kitty...I never loved you." Tears welled up in her eyes.
"You ok, sweetie?" a voice said. Hermione tore her eyes away from the page and looked up. Her eyes met Ron's. She jumped a little.
"Ron! Shit, you scared me!" she gasped.
"Sorry, babe. Maybe this will make up for it," he said, gently placing his lips on hers. She kissed back, inhaling the sweet smell of Ron's cologne. Or maybe it was just the essence of Ron. She let out a contented sigh. Ron slowly ran his hand through Hermione's hair, not breaking the seal their lips made. She put her book down and moved her hands to his neck. She softly started tracing patterns with her nails, knowing Ron liked it. Sure enough, after a few moments of this, Ron moaned into her mouth. Hermione couldn't help but giggle a little as Ron's hands traveled from her hair down her sides, tickling as they went, and pausing at her waist. Then, they continued on their way downward, finally reaching the hem of Hermione's short skirt. Hermione gasped softly as she felt Ron's hand sliding up her thigh. She arched her back slightly, breaking away from Ron's kiss. She closed her eyes and heard Ron say, "Ugh, Hermione, please spare us the moaning. Some of us are trying to sleep."
*End dream*
"Huh?" Hermione opened her eyes reluctantly.
"Please...shut up," Parvati groaned from the bed next to her. "Stop talking in your sleep."
Hermione blushed in the dark. What had she said? The dream wasn't something she wanted other people to know about. She rolled over onto her left side and closed her eyes once more, praying she wouldn't dream of anything.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ron opened his eyes. Something had caused him to wake up, and he wanted to figure out what so he could go back to sleep. He sat up in his bed as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He could hear a lot of noise coming from outside of the dorm door, apparently from the common room. Ron tried to listen to what the people downstairs were saying, but he could only make out a few words and phrases.
"Broke in..."
"Someone hurt..."
"How?"
Ron threw the covers off of himself and quietly walked over to Harry's bed.
"Pst, Harry," Ron whispered, poking Harry's arm.
"Ugh," Harry groaned. "What is it?"
"What's going on?"
Before Harry could reply, the door opened, letting in an exceeding amount of light. Both boys squinted, bringing their hands up to their eyes to block out the rays. Once their eyes adjusted, they tried to distinguish the figure standing in the doorway. It was Professor McGonnagal.
"Professor, what's going on?" Harry asked in a drowsy voice.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, I'm afraid I have some bad news." Professor McGonnagal's face was extremely pale. "It's Ms. Granger...she's..." She couldn't finish.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione woke to find herself shivering under the covers. She looked around sleepily and noticed that the window was open. Grumbling to herself, she unwillingly got out of bed and walked over to the window. She glanced out and her eyes settled on the full moon that was shining brightly outside. She smiled, thinking how beautiful it was and how much she wished that Ron was there with her at that moment watching it too. Her thoughts were interrupted by a quiet sound behind her. She whirled around, narrowing her eyes. She looked at each bed. Parvati was in her's, not moving at all. Lavender and the others were soundly sleeping as well. Or were they?
Hermione took a few slow steps toward Parvati. She was in her bed, but she looked awkward. Her eyes appeared to be open, and her head was leaning back more than it should have been. Hermione cautiously picked her wand up from beside her bed and slowly made her way toward the nearest bed. She moved the curtain.
"Lumos," she whispered, shining the light over the person in the bed. It was all she could do to keep herself from screaming out. There lay Parvati, eyes rolled back into her head and her throat sliced open. Hermione quickly backed away, but tripped over something on the floor. Looking down, she screamed. It was Lavender. She was sprawled on the floor, blood flowing from her throat as well. Not tearing her eyes away from the body on the floor, Hermione scrambled on the floor trying to reach the door. She was almost there when she heard someone clear their throat. She spun around and pointed her wand in the direction of the sound. There stood a figure, hooded and cloaked.
"Who-who are you?" Hermione managed to choke out. The figure let out a quiet laugh. Hermione shivered at the icy voice.
"It doesn't matter who I am. All that matters is that you're not going to be alive in a few seconds..."
Hermione's eyes widened. One question stuck in her thoughts as a green light enveloped her: how could he have gotten in?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ron raced past Professor McGonnagal and up to the girls' dormitory, despite her attempts to stop him. Miraculously, he made it up the stairs; for some reason they didn't turn into a slide this time. Perhaps it was because this was an emergency, but Ron didn't care about how he got there. He just knew he had to see Hermione...to find out if she was alright.
He burst through the door, breathing heavily. His eyes darted around the room, searching for her. He saw his worst fear in front of him. A wand lay in the middle of the floor, shining a feeble ray of light around the room. Beside it lay a girl, her hair falling gracefully over her eyes, her arms at her sides. She appeared to still be breathing, but weakly. Ron rushed to her, gently picking her up in his arms.
"Hermione..." he whispered. "Hermione, please...please don't die..."
Ron cradled her body in his arms, burying his head into her hair and letting the tears fall. He rocked back and forth for a few minutes, crying silently. Suddenly, he felt Hermione stir. He looked down at her.
"Ron..." she whispered.
"I'm here, Hermione. I'm here. Oh thank god, you're alive..." A smile broke out on Ron's tear-strained face.
"Ron, I'm dying..." Hermione's voice trailed off.
"No...don't talk like that. Hang in there, we'll save you. You'll be ok."
Hermione shook her head. "Avada kedavra, Ron. I'm going to die. It's a miracle that I'm not dead yet. I guess the shield spell helped after all."
"Hermione, you're strong. You'll make it." Ron's voice was desperate. He was begging her not to die, but she wouldn't listen.
"Ron, listen. I'm dying, and we can't stop it. Just listen. There's not much time left. Voldemort...he did this. Tell Harry to prepare himself...this is it. They have to fight. Tonight." Hermione's voice caught in her throat and she let out a few feeble coughs. "Ron...never forget me. I love you." With that, Hermione's head sank into Ron's arms and her eyes closed.
"No...no, you can't...please Hermione..." Tears fell down Ron's face again. "Hermione...I love you too." She was dead, and he knew it. It was over.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Ok, I think I'm wrapping this up (obviously, since Hermione died...) I honestly wasn't going to kill her off, but since happy endings are very rare in life, I decided that she was going to be murdered. The next chapter is going to be the final chapter. It might be a little short, but deal with it :-P Anyways, I'll hopefully update soon, since now I have time thanks to Thanksgiving break. Please review!
