Draco looked down at his fallen love-whom risked her life for him. She was so silent and so peaceful-yet she was dead. He stroked her cheek once more as he worked his way into sobbing. He called to the sky as he screamed

            " Why did you do this?!" as if he would get an answer. In turn, thunder broke out with a bolt of lightning and it started to rain in the night sky. It was at least one in the morning and the sky was still pitch black with the moon as the only light source. Draco looked around at his dark apartment with two dead bodies and blood droplets and puddles scattered around the carpet. He was the only survivor-but why? He dropped his face into his hands as he wept in spite of it all. Hermione is now dead-all because of she loved me…Draco stood above Hermione's limp body once more and thought for a moment as silence fell upon the room. There was a bolt of lightning and then the sound of rain continued to thrash at the windows. He felt as if his heart was screaming inside ripping apart his body asking for help from above…to cure this pain…and to get rid of the confusion. Everything was happening so fast he couldn't even piece things together. Draco scampered to the kitchen as he rummaged through the kitchen drawers until he pulled out a shiny knife. He moved it in the direction of the moonlight as it shined brightly in the dark room. He looked solemnly at it as he walked slowly to the balcony door as he opened it and stepped out. The rain immediately came down upon him drenching his hair and clothes-yet it was cool and relaxing. He looked up at the sky, and then back at Hermione-a dead corpse…and then at the knife. It was so pure so clear that this chaos would end, the pain would end, and he would be with Hermione again. Draco held the knife to the sky as lighting struck once more, and then stabbed himself right in the heart. Then stabbing in all the places of his upper body and then his legs. He fell to his knees as he cried out to the sky and then lay down with his back on the balcony floor as he looked towards the heavens. Rain kept falling down upon his body-which was now covered in blood and a knife still clenched in his right hand. Draco soon felt numbness go to all the parts of his body, as he opened his mouth to taste the salty rain. He felt the pain go away, the confusion gone, and his heart stopped screaming…

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The next morning in the newspaper it read that three people were found dead in apartment 10H, in downtown Manhattan. The victims was a man with brown ruffled hair with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead, a young lady with brown chestnut hair, and a blond haired man who had stabbed himself to death that was left upon the balcony. He was identified as a victim of suicide-yet the reason why seemed unclear…only the fact that there were tears still running down his cheeks…however they were tears of red blood…As red as a ruby, as red as a rose, and as red as a bleeding heart.

The End

Thanks to all those who gave me such supporting reviews! And those whom took a chance to actually read this fan fiction. I had such a wonderful experience sharing this story with you and I hope to write another-which is still yet undecided. I know this was a terrible and upsetting ending for you-but I feel this ending meant the most. It shows a lot of meaning about love and such. It shows that we would give up anything for the ones we love, and sometimes greed and envy doesn't get you anywhere. Although many do not read "deeper" into the context of stories I personally think this story kind of brought out the obvious elements that I wanted to portray. Last but not least I hope you enjoyed reading the last bits of my story and tell me exactly how you felt about it in your review. Thank you with all my heart! Your Loving Author