Pefect Sacrifice
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Chapter 2 Forsaken
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Hermione's conscious mind has awakened at last. Her eyes were still shut but she was already aware that she was still---alive.
She breathed once. . . smelling some familiar fragrance. Hermione breathed even deeper the second time and acknowledged the smell even more. She went on for about three more. . . And slowly, she opened her eyes, slightly irritating them with the bright sunlight.
//Wait, this is not the ceiling of my room!//
"That was a stupid thing to do Granger", a voice beside her said.
Hermione tilted her head immediately to the side, witnessing Draco beside her with his arms crossed above his chest.
"And what are YOU doing here, may I ask?", Hermione queried in an infuriated voice.
Draco remained I his stance, not tearing his eyes away from Hermione's mad ones. "Have you tried asking yourself why you ARE in the infirmary early in the morning?"
"No. I could hardly care less", Hermione spat.
"Aren't you snappy today? Well, if you don't want me around then I'll leave you to your own mind." Draco swiftly turned around towards the door out of the hospital wing when a word escaped Hermione's lips.
"---W-wait!"
Draco turned his head back at Hermione with a brow raised in questioning, though he did not utter a word.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be THAT mean", Hermione voiced in a low tone. Her face said the same thing.
Draco nodded in a morose manner, trying to tell Hermione he understood, then he turned for the door again.
Hermione sat up and another word came off her. "Draco. . .", this time rather faint.
Draco stopped without looking back. He stood in the disturbed silence of their voices. "What is it now Granger?" He knew at once what Hermione's voice tried to convey, that he did not have enough courage to turn again, to stall, to stay longer in Hermione's presence.
"W-what's this?" Hermione's almost whispered to the air, her eyes beginning to water again.
"What do you mean?", Draco asked in a tone that cared nothing for the absurdity of the conversation. . . though as much as he tried, his voice broke and he choked on his words.
"You're not like this. You don't let me feel like I'm nothing to you." Hermione's tone didn't want to accuse. . . how could she talk as if she was superior to Draco? . . . when she was the one SUFFERING in the kind of connection that they were having?
Draco fell silent. He was uncertain if he was to answer. "What's THIS?", Draco asked in return.
"You don't this to me. This is the first time that you've been aloof when we're together. Is there anything wrong?" Hermione's tears flowed freely over her skin and fell to her blanket, wetting it.
"Have you asked yourself that question?" It was Draco's time to whisper, in musing---in his half-admittance that he was also doing half, and doing nothing half of their relationship.
Hermione wasn't able to answer. She was thinking of anything to say but Draco cut her in. "You're not like this Hermione! You're slowly making yourself unattached to our friendship. I don't know what the hell is happening to you. For one thing, I don't like being in this situation!" Draco was yelling his lungs out inside the hospital wing, luckily, Madam Pomfrey wasn't around. His breathing became deep and after he inhaled slowly and more deeply, he said, "We're becoming what we used to be. . ." Draco still had his back against Hermione.
Hermione was shocked at Draco's claim. She wasn't expecting words like that would come from Draco. He isn't very open about his emotions aside from his stories that he told everytime they were together.
"What WERE we?", Hermione asked rather ignorantly.
Draco tilted his head to the side slightly and from the corner of his eye that glared back at Hermione, he mouthed with conviction---
". . .Enemies." His word final. The tone final.
Draco marched away from Hermione's sight, leaving her alone in her thoughts.
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It was Transfiguration for Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They sat in the farthest row from the first in front. Hermione was still a bit light-headed from the potion Madam Pomfrey had given her, and from all the musing she had to do on what was happening between Draco and her. . . what made it worse for her was the fact that she could not turn to anyone at that moment. She couldn't simply turn out in the open and tell Harry and Ron that she was already civil with Draco. . . nor could she tell that she was already loved him. . .
Unfortunately, Harry and Ron noticed that Hermione hasn't mouthed a word since that morning. "Er, Mione, you aren't yourself today and last night. Is it THAT bad?", Ron asked in a very caring manner.
Hermione shifted her eyes from the floor to Ron. She gave him a warm smile. "I don't know really. I'm not in a good mood."
"It's not like you being miserable".
"Really? I'm always like this. No need to worry." Hermione forced a smile but to no avail of its sincerity.
Ron took Hermione's hand and kissed it. "Hermione, if it's your problem, then it's ours as well. Don't burden yourself too much. You could always tell me about your PMS."
A book met Ron's head and he slumped forward towards the table in front of him. "Ron! It isn't funny!", Harry yelled to get it through Ron.
"I was just trying to make our Mione smile!" yelled Ron in defense.
That did it. Hermione let out a faint chuckle and put her arm over Ron's shoulder. "Thanks Ron. That sure made my day", Hermione said in a better smile.
Ron blushed profusely with Hermione's statement. //It never occurred to me that she liked me too. . . one point over the Scarhead! At least for once a girl liked me!//
Hermione turned her head around seeing Draco walk in with Crabbe and Goyle following him. Draco glared at her with a dominant look of hate in his eyes.
Hermione felt like crying that time. Tears were actually welling up in her eyes already but she thought she could stand it longer. Maybe Draco was just upset, or so she thought it was the case.
Professor McGonagall entered the room as well and every one sat in their own seats. "Today, you're given time to work on your research works for your projects. We're going to the library for you not to bother going there during your breaks. Since I have a lot to do this morning to help the Headmaster, I will leave you to Mr. Ron Weasley who will make sure all of you will behave. . . for a moment please, I will just look for your assigned topics. . ." McGonagall scoured through the pile of papers on her desk.
Draco stared at Hermione who sat behind him, diagonally to his left.
Hermione felt eyes staring at her. . . and she was right. Draco was looking at her as if she was a prey. Hermione just stared back with a soft look in her eyes for deep inside, she was being broken apart by the mere thought that Draco was hating her more by the second.
//Draco, please don't do this to me. . .// Hermione pleaded in her thoughts.
*And what do you think YOU're doing?*, a voice came in her head.
Hermione shook her head to see if she was hallucinating. Did she just hear a voice in her head?
*It's not my fault if I'm doing this to you. It's your fault Hermione Granger! You've forgotten it was our sixth year as secret mates yesterday and you didn't even greet me!*
Hermione pinched her arm to heck if she was dreaming. She let out a small groan with the pain she caused to herself, then she looked back at Draco.
*You are so stupid. Why pinch yourself?*
That did it. Hermione raised a brow at Draco. Draco smirked back at her.
//Are you reading my thoughts?//
*It's not my fault as well if I can*
With that, Draco faced front again and left Hermione, once more, in her own thoughts.
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The students strolled towards the library with Ron proudly leading the way. The three walked affront of the others when someone pushed Hermione to the side with much force. She almost fell onto the floor, lucky that Harry was quick enough to catch her.
"You walk like a slug. My time is precious and you're wasting it", Draco voiced smugly.
Hermione glared at Draco and got her composure back, only to gain at him. She threw her strong hand at Draco's back, and another at Dracos' forehead. She was fuming mad that she slapped Draco on his perfect pale cheek.
Draco rubbed his cheek where Hermione had aimed and looked at her rather amused.
"What do you think YOU're doing?", Draco asked in a malicious tone.
"Why are you doing this to me? I was walking quietly here when you went like a bulldozer, shoving me to the side as if I don't exist!"
"Don't I do that every so often? Mudblood, you've forgotten the fact that we are enemies and it's none of your business if I do that. I'm Draco Malfoy and you're going to get your detention tonight for deliberately assaulting the best student-Quidditch Captain in Hogwarts!"
Hermione slapped Draco again. . . harder the second time around.
Draco was about to slap her back when a hand caught his fist. It was Ron's. "You hurt her and you'll never be able to play Quidditch again", Ron warned.
Draco pulled his hand away from Ron and fixed his robe. He glared indignantly at Hermione again---one that pierced through her.
Hermione ran away from the crowd and out of their sight.
Draco 'hmph-ed' and continued walking towards the library as if nothing happened---putting up the façade that his schoolmates were accustomed to witness since they have stepped foot on Hogwarts. . . only that it was something else revolting inside him.
//Why Draco?. . .// asked Hermione pleadingly in her thoughts. . . searching for an explanation why everything was going on as it was.
Draco lowered his head in humiliation of himself. It wasn't him that morning. . . nor was he himself back at the infirmary. . . He found himself pitying himself for wasn't being the friend Hermione always had.
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Hermione opened her closet and threw everything in it out. She searched anxiously for the secret box where she had put her personal things that had been memorable to her since birth. When she found it at last, she got hold of it and took it to her bed where she sat confined in her silence. She opened the box and revealed letters of all sorts, some ribbons from the gifts she received, charm bracelets her muggle friends gave her, and lastly, a silver dagger she received from Krum when he came from Spain.
She took the dagger in front of her, slowly laying it down on the plush sheets of her bed. Hermione ogled at it with a weak glint in her eyes, hinting some weakness. . . and some strength. . . in irony of existing inside her both at the same time.
She felt it all coming to an end. She was getting tired. And she wanted to do something about it.
All of the schoolwork she perfectly managed to do all her life. . . the part-time modeling she secretly had in Paris during vacations. . . the quality-time she had with her family. . . the laughs she had with Harry, Ron, and Ginny--- it was all routinary. She didn't want to have it all over again. It tired the hell out of her so badly that she wanted to end it. . . to end it all with the pain of slitting her wrists open and making her bleed to her death. . .
//I must do this now before anyone thinks of coming after me inside here//
Hermione grabbed the dagger firmly in her right hand. She wasn't shaking the least. She had affirmed to herself that she wanted it to happen.
//Draco, you think I don't get affected by all this---WELL I AM! As much as I would want to fix this now, I know you want to let go. You're tired of this as well too, am I right Draco? You're tired of having me as your friend! . . . but I loved you all this while and you can't give it back to me---even if I tell you that I do. . .//
She placed the blade of the dagger over her wrist, closing her eyes slowly. She breathed deep her lasts. . .
In a hardened resolve, Hermione pushed the cold metal onto her skin, slowly running it over with much exerted effort to make sure there was nothing else after that. . .
The pain she caused herself was too much. . . she felt the spurt of blood from a major vein go loose. . .the first drops of blood indolently run over her skin. Crimson liquid tainted her skin. . .
The pain started to tow on her. The mutilated hand shook violently for some time and then went numb. Her mind was in a swirl, slowly lulling her confused thoughts. . . for once, it was giving her serenity. . . with her life being taken away . . .
Her back fell on her bed, with her eyes shutting close. The pain was still there but she smiled. . . smiled knowing it was the end.
Her heart was palpitating crazy. . .
Her breathing was deep. . .
Her mind was slowly being tortured with the memories coming back as fresh as it seemed to once exist. . .
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"My child, I'm so proud of you! You've mastered playing the piano in two years!"
"I'm going to play for you Mum! Look, I can do your favorite from Beethoven's works. . ."
The music played. . .
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"Harry, I've missed you loads! How was it on Privet Drive?"
"Just the same though the Dursley's were better this time around. . . they don't mind my existence anymore. . . better than having them yell at me the whole time"
They laughed until they reached Flourish and Blott's to buy their books for 6th year.
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"Ron, I'm sorry about your broom. It really went crazy during the game. Since I'm totally nice lately, I've managed to buy you a broom. It's not that good like the latest models but it's better that you don't have to use the brooms here in school. I hope you like it"
"Oh Mione, you shouldn't have! This must have cost you your savings!"
"It's nothing Ron. . . by the way, happy birthday!"
"Thanks Mione! You're the best!"
Ron hugged her ever so tight like the last time when they patched their fight up.
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"You know what scares me the most? It's losing you when I'm not yet ready"
"You're not going to lose me Draco. You see, I'm just here for you no matter what"
"But what if one day you'll go away---and never come back? You're the only one I have in my life right now"
"You have your parents, Parkinson, Crabbe, and Goyle. You got those girls running after you. You wouldn't be that sad if ever I'd leave"
"You don't understand it do you? You know I hate my parents. Parkinson is just a plain whore to me. Crabbe and Goyle are useless creatures that tail after me as if I'm a god. Those girls, I don't like them. Not one of them I like. Just promise me you'll never leave until I'm ready"
"I promise Draco. Just don't leave me when I'm not ready"
Draco clutched Hermione's hands tight and they hugged each other under the moonlight as if there was no tomorrow. . .
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(back to Hermione on the bed)
Hermione's mind was still awake. . . it was struggling. . .
//NO, I can't die now. I can't leave Draco. . . Merlin, give me one last chance!. . .//
//But you want this Mione!//
//oh no. . . I can feel it. . . please, give me more time, another chance. . . I can't leave Draco alone//
//You wanted this to end! Let it be taken away!//
//Merlin, I beg of you. Take all of me in price of giving me another life. . .//
A light blinded her in her closed eyes. It was too bright, too near that it numbed her subconscious. . .
With the lids of her eyes tightly shut, tears fell from them. . . tears that came from her heart.
Her breaths became shallow and deep. . .
Her heart was beating irregularly. . .
Her mind was like being pounded with a hammer. . .
Her wrist started to ache again. . .
Her breaths were faster and deeper. . .
Her heart was getting tired of the hard thumps inside her fragile chest. . .
Her mind was becoming empty---blank. . .
Her wrist felt nothing anymore. . .
Her back arched backward. . .
With one last breath, she yelled, "DRACOOOO!!!!!"
~Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.~
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Chapter 2 Forsaken
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Hermione's conscious mind has awakened at last. Her eyes were still shut but she was already aware that she was still---alive.
She breathed once. . . smelling some familiar fragrance. Hermione breathed even deeper the second time and acknowledged the smell even more. She went on for about three more. . . And slowly, she opened her eyes, slightly irritating them with the bright sunlight.
//Wait, this is not the ceiling of my room!//
"That was a stupid thing to do Granger", a voice beside her said.
Hermione tilted her head immediately to the side, witnessing Draco beside her with his arms crossed above his chest.
"And what are YOU doing here, may I ask?", Hermione queried in an infuriated voice.
Draco remained I his stance, not tearing his eyes away from Hermione's mad ones. "Have you tried asking yourself why you ARE in the infirmary early in the morning?"
"No. I could hardly care less", Hermione spat.
"Aren't you snappy today? Well, if you don't want me around then I'll leave you to your own mind." Draco swiftly turned around towards the door out of the hospital wing when a word escaped Hermione's lips.
"---W-wait!"
Draco turned his head back at Hermione with a brow raised in questioning, though he did not utter a word.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be THAT mean", Hermione voiced in a low tone. Her face said the same thing.
Draco nodded in a morose manner, trying to tell Hermione he understood, then he turned for the door again.
Hermione sat up and another word came off her. "Draco. . .", this time rather faint.
Draco stopped without looking back. He stood in the disturbed silence of their voices. "What is it now Granger?" He knew at once what Hermione's voice tried to convey, that he did not have enough courage to turn again, to stall, to stay longer in Hermione's presence.
"W-what's this?" Hermione's almost whispered to the air, her eyes beginning to water again.
"What do you mean?", Draco asked in a tone that cared nothing for the absurdity of the conversation. . . though as much as he tried, his voice broke and he choked on his words.
"You're not like this. You don't let me feel like I'm nothing to you." Hermione's tone didn't want to accuse. . . how could she talk as if she was superior to Draco? . . . when she was the one SUFFERING in the kind of connection that they were having?
Draco fell silent. He was uncertain if he was to answer. "What's THIS?", Draco asked in return.
"You don't this to me. This is the first time that you've been aloof when we're together. Is there anything wrong?" Hermione's tears flowed freely over her skin and fell to her blanket, wetting it.
"Have you asked yourself that question?" It was Draco's time to whisper, in musing---in his half-admittance that he was also doing half, and doing nothing half of their relationship.
Hermione wasn't able to answer. She was thinking of anything to say but Draco cut her in. "You're not like this Hermione! You're slowly making yourself unattached to our friendship. I don't know what the hell is happening to you. For one thing, I don't like being in this situation!" Draco was yelling his lungs out inside the hospital wing, luckily, Madam Pomfrey wasn't around. His breathing became deep and after he inhaled slowly and more deeply, he said, "We're becoming what we used to be. . ." Draco still had his back against Hermione.
Hermione was shocked at Draco's claim. She wasn't expecting words like that would come from Draco. He isn't very open about his emotions aside from his stories that he told everytime they were together.
"What WERE we?", Hermione asked rather ignorantly.
Draco tilted his head to the side slightly and from the corner of his eye that glared back at Hermione, he mouthed with conviction---
". . .Enemies." His word final. The tone final.
Draco marched away from Hermione's sight, leaving her alone in her thoughts.
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It was Transfiguration for Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They sat in the farthest row from the first in front. Hermione was still a bit light-headed from the potion Madam Pomfrey had given her, and from all the musing she had to do on what was happening between Draco and her. . . what made it worse for her was the fact that she could not turn to anyone at that moment. She couldn't simply turn out in the open and tell Harry and Ron that she was already civil with Draco. . . nor could she tell that she was already loved him. . .
Unfortunately, Harry and Ron noticed that Hermione hasn't mouthed a word since that morning. "Er, Mione, you aren't yourself today and last night. Is it THAT bad?", Ron asked in a very caring manner.
Hermione shifted her eyes from the floor to Ron. She gave him a warm smile. "I don't know really. I'm not in a good mood."
"It's not like you being miserable".
"Really? I'm always like this. No need to worry." Hermione forced a smile but to no avail of its sincerity.
Ron took Hermione's hand and kissed it. "Hermione, if it's your problem, then it's ours as well. Don't burden yourself too much. You could always tell me about your PMS."
A book met Ron's head and he slumped forward towards the table in front of him. "Ron! It isn't funny!", Harry yelled to get it through Ron.
"I was just trying to make our Mione smile!" yelled Ron in defense.
That did it. Hermione let out a faint chuckle and put her arm over Ron's shoulder. "Thanks Ron. That sure made my day", Hermione said in a better smile.
Ron blushed profusely with Hermione's statement. //It never occurred to me that she liked me too. . . one point over the Scarhead! At least for once a girl liked me!//
Hermione turned her head around seeing Draco walk in with Crabbe and Goyle following him. Draco glared at her with a dominant look of hate in his eyes.
Hermione felt like crying that time. Tears were actually welling up in her eyes already but she thought she could stand it longer. Maybe Draco was just upset, or so she thought it was the case.
Professor McGonagall entered the room as well and every one sat in their own seats. "Today, you're given time to work on your research works for your projects. We're going to the library for you not to bother going there during your breaks. Since I have a lot to do this morning to help the Headmaster, I will leave you to Mr. Ron Weasley who will make sure all of you will behave. . . for a moment please, I will just look for your assigned topics. . ." McGonagall scoured through the pile of papers on her desk.
Draco stared at Hermione who sat behind him, diagonally to his left.
Hermione felt eyes staring at her. . . and she was right. Draco was looking at her as if she was a prey. Hermione just stared back with a soft look in her eyes for deep inside, she was being broken apart by the mere thought that Draco was hating her more by the second.
//Draco, please don't do this to me. . .// Hermione pleaded in her thoughts.
*And what do you think YOU're doing?*, a voice came in her head.
Hermione shook her head to see if she was hallucinating. Did she just hear a voice in her head?
*It's not my fault if I'm doing this to you. It's your fault Hermione Granger! You've forgotten it was our sixth year as secret mates yesterday and you didn't even greet me!*
Hermione pinched her arm to heck if she was dreaming. She let out a small groan with the pain she caused to herself, then she looked back at Draco.
*You are so stupid. Why pinch yourself?*
That did it. Hermione raised a brow at Draco. Draco smirked back at her.
//Are you reading my thoughts?//
*It's not my fault as well if I can*
With that, Draco faced front again and left Hermione, once more, in her own thoughts.
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The students strolled towards the library with Ron proudly leading the way. The three walked affront of the others when someone pushed Hermione to the side with much force. She almost fell onto the floor, lucky that Harry was quick enough to catch her.
"You walk like a slug. My time is precious and you're wasting it", Draco voiced smugly.
Hermione glared at Draco and got her composure back, only to gain at him. She threw her strong hand at Draco's back, and another at Dracos' forehead. She was fuming mad that she slapped Draco on his perfect pale cheek.
Draco rubbed his cheek where Hermione had aimed and looked at her rather amused.
"What do you think YOU're doing?", Draco asked in a malicious tone.
"Why are you doing this to me? I was walking quietly here when you went like a bulldozer, shoving me to the side as if I don't exist!"
"Don't I do that every so often? Mudblood, you've forgotten the fact that we are enemies and it's none of your business if I do that. I'm Draco Malfoy and you're going to get your detention tonight for deliberately assaulting the best student-Quidditch Captain in Hogwarts!"
Hermione slapped Draco again. . . harder the second time around.
Draco was about to slap her back when a hand caught his fist. It was Ron's. "You hurt her and you'll never be able to play Quidditch again", Ron warned.
Draco pulled his hand away from Ron and fixed his robe. He glared indignantly at Hermione again---one that pierced through her.
Hermione ran away from the crowd and out of their sight.
Draco 'hmph-ed' and continued walking towards the library as if nothing happened---putting up the façade that his schoolmates were accustomed to witness since they have stepped foot on Hogwarts. . . only that it was something else revolting inside him.
//Why Draco?. . .// asked Hermione pleadingly in her thoughts. . . searching for an explanation why everything was going on as it was.
Draco lowered his head in humiliation of himself. It wasn't him that morning. . . nor was he himself back at the infirmary. . . He found himself pitying himself for wasn't being the friend Hermione always had.
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Hermione opened her closet and threw everything in it out. She searched anxiously for the secret box where she had put her personal things that had been memorable to her since birth. When she found it at last, she got hold of it and took it to her bed where she sat confined in her silence. She opened the box and revealed letters of all sorts, some ribbons from the gifts she received, charm bracelets her muggle friends gave her, and lastly, a silver dagger she received from Krum when he came from Spain.
She took the dagger in front of her, slowly laying it down on the plush sheets of her bed. Hermione ogled at it with a weak glint in her eyes, hinting some weakness. . . and some strength. . . in irony of existing inside her both at the same time.
She felt it all coming to an end. She was getting tired. And she wanted to do something about it.
All of the schoolwork she perfectly managed to do all her life. . . the part-time modeling she secretly had in Paris during vacations. . . the quality-time she had with her family. . . the laughs she had with Harry, Ron, and Ginny--- it was all routinary. She didn't want to have it all over again. It tired the hell out of her so badly that she wanted to end it. . . to end it all with the pain of slitting her wrists open and making her bleed to her death. . .
//I must do this now before anyone thinks of coming after me inside here//
Hermione grabbed the dagger firmly in her right hand. She wasn't shaking the least. She had affirmed to herself that she wanted it to happen.
//Draco, you think I don't get affected by all this---WELL I AM! As much as I would want to fix this now, I know you want to let go. You're tired of this as well too, am I right Draco? You're tired of having me as your friend! . . . but I loved you all this while and you can't give it back to me---even if I tell you that I do. . .//
She placed the blade of the dagger over her wrist, closing her eyes slowly. She breathed deep her lasts. . .
In a hardened resolve, Hermione pushed the cold metal onto her skin, slowly running it over with much exerted effort to make sure there was nothing else after that. . .
The pain she caused herself was too much. . . she felt the spurt of blood from a major vein go loose. . .the first drops of blood indolently run over her skin. Crimson liquid tainted her skin. . .
The pain started to tow on her. The mutilated hand shook violently for some time and then went numb. Her mind was in a swirl, slowly lulling her confused thoughts. . . for once, it was giving her serenity. . . with her life being taken away . . .
Her back fell on her bed, with her eyes shutting close. The pain was still there but she smiled. . . smiled knowing it was the end.
Her heart was palpitating crazy. . .
Her breathing was deep. . .
Her mind was slowly being tortured with the memories coming back as fresh as it seemed to once exist. . .
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"My child, I'm so proud of you! You've mastered playing the piano in two years!"
"I'm going to play for you Mum! Look, I can do your favorite from Beethoven's works. . ."
The music played. . .
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"Harry, I've missed you loads! How was it on Privet Drive?"
"Just the same though the Dursley's were better this time around. . . they don't mind my existence anymore. . . better than having them yell at me the whole time"
They laughed until they reached Flourish and Blott's to buy their books for 6th year.
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"Ron, I'm sorry about your broom. It really went crazy during the game. Since I'm totally nice lately, I've managed to buy you a broom. It's not that good like the latest models but it's better that you don't have to use the brooms here in school. I hope you like it"
"Oh Mione, you shouldn't have! This must have cost you your savings!"
"It's nothing Ron. . . by the way, happy birthday!"
"Thanks Mione! You're the best!"
Ron hugged her ever so tight like the last time when they patched their fight up.
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"You know what scares me the most? It's losing you when I'm not yet ready"
"You're not going to lose me Draco. You see, I'm just here for you no matter what"
"But what if one day you'll go away---and never come back? You're the only one I have in my life right now"
"You have your parents, Parkinson, Crabbe, and Goyle. You got those girls running after you. You wouldn't be that sad if ever I'd leave"
"You don't understand it do you? You know I hate my parents. Parkinson is just a plain whore to me. Crabbe and Goyle are useless creatures that tail after me as if I'm a god. Those girls, I don't like them. Not one of them I like. Just promise me you'll never leave until I'm ready"
"I promise Draco. Just don't leave me when I'm not ready"
Draco clutched Hermione's hands tight and they hugged each other under the moonlight as if there was no tomorrow. . .
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(back to Hermione on the bed)
Hermione's mind was still awake. . . it was struggling. . .
//NO, I can't die now. I can't leave Draco. . . Merlin, give me one last chance!. . .//
//But you want this Mione!//
//oh no. . . I can feel it. . . please, give me more time, another chance. . . I can't leave Draco alone//
//You wanted this to end! Let it be taken away!//
//Merlin, I beg of you. Take all of me in price of giving me another life. . .//
A light blinded her in her closed eyes. It was too bright, too near that it numbed her subconscious. . .
With the lids of her eyes tightly shut, tears fell from them. . . tears that came from her heart.
Her breaths became shallow and deep. . .
Her heart was beating irregularly. . .
Her mind was like being pounded with a hammer. . .
Her wrist started to ache again. . .
Her breaths were faster and deeper. . .
Her heart was getting tired of the hard thumps inside her fragile chest. . .
Her mind was becoming empty---blank. . .
Her wrist felt nothing anymore. . .
Her back arched backward. . .
With one last breath, she yelled, "DRACOOOO!!!!!"
~Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.~
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