I added in this little segment after I wrote the actually story. I felt kind of guilty that I had just killed of Harry in just one short story, and hadn't really done anything about it. So I decided to have Hermione grant one of Harry's last wishes...Short, sweet, and to the point. Hopefully, this will ease you're pain a bit. lol
"Well, I'm quite glad that Potter's gone," Malfoy was drawling loudly for everyone in the room to hear. "Now none of us will have to put up with the stupid fat-arsed Gryffindor anymore."
The group of Slytherins around him chortled with laughter at his last remark. However, they quickly stopped and their laughs were replaced by smirks, for Hermione Granger had just entered the group, and was pushing her way towards Malfoy.
"Ah, if it isn't Granger, my favorite little Mudblood," he said amused, while the Slytherins collapsed into another fit of laughter. "I hear that Potty finally took his life last night. You know, I was wondering when the little git was going to"-
But what 'the little git was going to' do, no one ever found out. For halfway through his sentence, Hermione reached up and punched Malfoy right in the nose. "You're an ugly, stupid, good-for-nothing little git, Malfoy!" she practically screamed at him.
Malfoy looked up at her with a huge look of shock on his face, his nose bleeding freely. The look was soon changed to pure hatred, as the full idea of what had just happened settled in on him.
"Why you-" he started, but again, he was cut off again by Hermione. This time, she had kneed him right between the legs.
"I hope you realize that now!" she yelled, and with that, she shoved the writhing figure to the floor, turned on her heel, and walked away with her head held high in dignity for Harry.