the second chance
Her hand slid across the side of the glistening dagger, the ruby glimmered from the candlelight that dimly lit the bedroom. She rose and nimbly tiptoed downstairs and towards the library, she found the hidden corner slumped her body into it and again studied the dagger.
Her hands began to shake, she knew this was the only way, she had lost her friends because of the love that was never meant to be, she rolled up the sleeves of her silk pj's and held the nib of the dagger towards her pale skin. She closed her eyes and felt herself push the dagger slicing away the layers of skin and dragging the dagger towards her elbow.
Her eyes shot open as she felt the sudden enthralment, the loss of blood making Hermione feel she was on a high, she dropped the dagger due to loss of control her eyes beginning to flutter as she loses consciousness.
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He sat in bed reading over the owls she had sent him, the small smile rising to his face. The photos of them in Hogsmeade on a snowy day - their first date. A sharp pain shot through him, right through his heart, he dragged his hand through his un-gelled silver like hair. His agitation made him leave the Slytherin dorm, to find her … Hermione!
He crept through the entrance to Gryffindors common room, folding the parchment which Hermione had scrawled the password for him, which helped their midnight meetings of warm kissing and whispering of sweet nothings. Draco's heart had been melted by her over the past year, the feeling he had, he never wanted to lose. As he crept to her room and stared at her bed empty except for the empty jewellery box , his eyes widened as he was realising what she had done, his present to her, the dagger.
He pelted from the room, trying to think hard 'where would she go' a short smile again risen to his face "the library, yes library the first moment happened there"
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Hermione's eyes flicked open, her vision now blurry unaware that her hero, her love was on the way, again her life began to fade but she could see an outline of someone in front of her. Draco knelt down to her body, his palm firmly held over her cut
" 'Mione can you hear me?"
Hermione could barely nod, Draco accepted this as an acknowledgement
" 'Mione I love you, I know I should've told you earlier but I do love you, you've made me a person I never knew I could be but I can't … I wont lose you."
Hermione faintly heard the words and her heart felt relaxed and at peace. Draco placed his arms under her, picking her up and unsteadily carrying her to the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey saw their pale faces, and immediately escorted Draco to sit away from Hermione as she drew the curtains around the body.
Draco slouched slightly and drifted into a nightmare; Hermione's funeral, Harry and Ron scowled at Draco as they stood in front of her mahogany coffin, her parents unable to move, Draco paced forward and placed a red rose on top of the coffin "my love be at peace"
A sharp jolt hit Draco as he woke to see Professor Snape and Mcgonagall watching him, he glanced over at Hermiones bed, she was gone, with terror in his eyes he turned his head and realised, with relief that in the night Hermione had stumbled into the bed that Draco used as a pillow. His heart overflowed with joy, she was alright, he lent forward and kissed her cheek, she stirred slightly and slowly woke to find Draco there smiling at her.
She brought a small smile to her face, which turned, into tears, he hugged her minding the healing wound, and she whispered to him "I love you too"
He held her a little tighter and said " Don't let me lose you again, my Hermione"
The End