Crimson tears
She hit the wall again and began to cry harder. Her tears falling into the pool of blood at her feet. Her tears molding with the crimson liquid. His silver gray eyes met with her cinnamon brown eyes. The grip around her neck loosened and she fell to the ground. She pushed her self back up only to find that her strength had left her and fell to the ground once more. His laughter had stopped and he tried to help her up again. He didn't know what made him do that. Something inside him had snapped. The crimson tears began to mold him once more. His one eyes began to well up with tears and he held her closer to him.
Her shoulders shook as she cried into him. "W-why?" was all she could say. Her swollen eye began to bruise and the tears in his eyes fell, streaking his cold face. He never spoke a word, not when he attacked her and not when he comforted her. His love for her had left for the split second that he thought she had loved another and he snapped.
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A swift punch to the stomach, another to the eye and a cut across the back as she tried to run. He slammed her against the wall and pulled her away as she screamed. He slammed her again and blood began to puddle up on the floor.
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As he held her still he healed his markings. Her shaking shoulders calmed as she began to stop the crying. His brutal temper had taken over for the last time. He pulled away from her and let her see his own pain, his own tears.
"I'm so sorry love. I won't let it happen again." He said. He kissed her passionately one last time before he stood up and walked to the bathroom.
She tried to fallow but the door was locked soundly. Her wand was forgotten. She banged on the door for entry but none came. The tears fell from her eyes again for she knew she would never see her true love again.
The bang from the gun told her his deed was done and she too fell to the floor as her depression took her over. The door slowly creaked open and she crawled to her lover's side.
Draco Malfoy's platinum blonde hair was now the familiar crimson color as the blood from his wound spread. Hermine granger took the gun from his hand pressed it against her own head.
The shot echoed. Every one seemed to have heard it. And their crimson tears lay forgotten.