Hermione's pillows were now wet with tears. She had opened the box and seen
the ring, and was now trying to cry her troubles out of her. But she soon
found that crying did not solve or help anything – all it did was make your
eyes very red, and your sheets very soaked.
Hermione got a piece of paper, scribbled a quick note, then left it
underneath the blue box. Her eyes still sparkling, Hermione ran out of the
room, and back outside.
It had started raining, and Hermione couldn't tell the difference from her
own tears to the sky's. She ran and ran, until her legs could hardly
support her. She looked up and saw the familiar lights of the Eiffel Tower.
Hermione walked up to the tower, and climbed.
Draco, now without Chantel, returned to the room, finding it empty. He took the lamp from its stand, throwing it at the wall. It shattered into a million pieces, and Draco soon regretted the move. He then noticed the ring, still in the box, and a tiny white piece of paper beneath it. Draco lifted the box, and next, the paper. He read it, and his eyes began to fill with tears. Not of anger, but of sadness. Suddenly, he shot up and bolted out of his room. Many visitors to the hotel jumped out of his way, and watched him run down the many flights of stairs. He ran outside, instantly knowing where Hermione would be. The Eiffel Tower.
"Hermione!" Draco called, looking up at the tower. Hermione, at the top, looked down and replied, "Don't come up here, Draco. I don't want you to see this." Despite what she said, Draco began climbing the tower. "Hermione, are you mad!?" Hermione looked out. "Absobloodylutely." "Why are you doing this?" "Oh, there are so many reasons, I just can't believe I didn't do the world this favour earlier. I've always been such a Little Miss Perfect. I haven't even lived life, yet." "And you still have time – don't jump." "Plus, you obviously don't need me. What happened to Chantal?" "She just took me home after you didn't show. That's it." "But still, I just don't think that life is worth living." "You're raving!" "I don't care – I'm still gonna jump." Draco had now reached the top. "Please don't." Hermione looked into his deep, ice-blue eyes. "Give me one reason why not?" Draco smiled. "Those three simple words, again...I love you." Hermione looked away. "No, I'm not falling for that ag – aaahhh!" Hermione had lost her footing, and was now holding on by one hand. Draco looked mortified. "Hermione!" he screamed, kneeling down, stretching out his hand. "I can't reach!" she cried out. "Yes, you can!" Draco was trying to get closer to Hermione's left hand, as if expecting his own arm to grow two more inches. "No...let me fall." "I'll do no such thing! Please, reach up to me." Hermione looked down at the small town below her. "Wait...I need to ask you a question, Hermione." "What? What is it?" "Will...will you marry me?" Hermione smiled, crying tears of joy. "Oh, my gosh...yes." She reached up her left hand, just in time for Draco to place the ring on her finger.
"I will always love you," she said. "And I'll always love you," said Draco. "And we will...together. We'll buy a big house and have kids and...please don't go." Hermione reached higher, but lost her grip with her right hand. She fell. Draco, stood up, eyes shining, unable to process what just happened. Then, Hermione's last note fell out of his pocket. It had four, simple words, but Draco understood:
Gone with the wind.
A/N: thanks to everyone who reviewed. I know I made it sad, but I had to...ill try to keep writing, but I heard in grade 10 you get tongs of homework, so...
Draco, now without Chantel, returned to the room, finding it empty. He took the lamp from its stand, throwing it at the wall. It shattered into a million pieces, and Draco soon regretted the move. He then noticed the ring, still in the box, and a tiny white piece of paper beneath it. Draco lifted the box, and next, the paper. He read it, and his eyes began to fill with tears. Not of anger, but of sadness. Suddenly, he shot up and bolted out of his room. Many visitors to the hotel jumped out of his way, and watched him run down the many flights of stairs. He ran outside, instantly knowing where Hermione would be. The Eiffel Tower.
"Hermione!" Draco called, looking up at the tower. Hermione, at the top, looked down and replied, "Don't come up here, Draco. I don't want you to see this." Despite what she said, Draco began climbing the tower. "Hermione, are you mad!?" Hermione looked out. "Absobloodylutely." "Why are you doing this?" "Oh, there are so many reasons, I just can't believe I didn't do the world this favour earlier. I've always been such a Little Miss Perfect. I haven't even lived life, yet." "And you still have time – don't jump." "Plus, you obviously don't need me. What happened to Chantal?" "She just took me home after you didn't show. That's it." "But still, I just don't think that life is worth living." "You're raving!" "I don't care – I'm still gonna jump." Draco had now reached the top. "Please don't." Hermione looked into his deep, ice-blue eyes. "Give me one reason why not?" Draco smiled. "Those three simple words, again...I love you." Hermione looked away. "No, I'm not falling for that ag – aaahhh!" Hermione had lost her footing, and was now holding on by one hand. Draco looked mortified. "Hermione!" he screamed, kneeling down, stretching out his hand. "I can't reach!" she cried out. "Yes, you can!" Draco was trying to get closer to Hermione's left hand, as if expecting his own arm to grow two more inches. "No...let me fall." "I'll do no such thing! Please, reach up to me." Hermione looked down at the small town below her. "Wait...I need to ask you a question, Hermione." "What? What is it?" "Will...will you marry me?" Hermione smiled, crying tears of joy. "Oh, my gosh...yes." She reached up her left hand, just in time for Draco to place the ring on her finger.
"I will always love you," she said. "And I'll always love you," said Draco. "And we will...together. We'll buy a big house and have kids and...please don't go." Hermione reached higher, but lost her grip with her right hand. She fell. Draco, stood up, eyes shining, unable to process what just happened. Then, Hermione's last note fell out of his pocket. It had four, simple words, but Draco understood:
Gone with the wind.
A/N: thanks to everyone who reviewed. I know I made it sad, but I had to...ill try to keep writing, but I heard in grade 10 you get tongs of homework, so...