Hotskitles: Of cause Dr/Hrm... and this Harry thing…. Is much more likely than Ron. I think it's a quite good idea… thanks a lot!
Thucci: Thanks for your criticism (and this time I mean thanks without any sarcasm behind it). I know it gets rushed, but has everything in your life happened in slow-motion? In my life, either nothing happen or everything seemingly at the same time. I'm sorry if you or others think the story is ruined from it and I want to apologize for it. I try to get this weakness under control in my next story and (if you are going to read it) you can tell me then if I managed or if I should try harder.
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"They wanted to give him the dark mark. But he was going to refuse to get it. Blaise was going to get it the same day. If Draco really refused, he didn't stumble, professor. We're talking about deatheaters. They don't tolerate if people want out who know too much. They have to make sure all the information about them is secure. So they made him shut up forever"
Dumbledore looked at her intensly "We don't know if that is true, Hermione. I know you are searching for somebody to be responsible. If you'll now excuse me…" Hermione saw the twinkle in his eyes and she knew Dumbledore would make sure people found out what happened. She stood up, closed the door from the outside and heard the fire growing big when Dumbledore travelled with the floo network.
She made the whole way down to the headboy/ -girl dorms. Now it was the headgirl quarters. She made her way over to Dracos room. Now it was a room full of memories that belonged to none but her. A room full of clothes an other stuff that belonged to noone anymore…
And that was when she broke down and cried. She let herself fall to her knees, let her head fall over and started sobbing uncontrollably.
"Could you please at least say good-bye?"
"Why should I say good-bye to a spoiled ferret whom I'll have the dishonour to see after the holidays?"
"Because I… I love you, Hermione"
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO SAY THIS IF YOU DON'T MEAN IT!"
"But I mean it, Hermione"
"I don't believe it. There's the door. Shut it from the outside"
He had left her in the middle of an argument. The last words they shared were her, throwing him out. He must have been upset and angry. Maybe if they han't argued, he would have had his head free to protect himself. Maybe he would still be alive…
All the pain I thought I knew
All my thoughts lead back to you
Back to what was never said
Back and forth inside my head
I can't handle this confusion
I'm unable; come and take me away
The chorus played in her head over and over again. It refused to stop, even if she wanted it so much… 'back to what was never said'…
She pulled her knees up to her chest 'back and forth inside my head'… The tears just didn't stop. Her mind raced, freeze frame, Draco kissage. Freeze frame, Draco sleeping. Freeze frame, Dracos hurt face. Freeze frame, him leaving the school for the very last time. Hermione sobbed, trying to breath. She choked, struggling for oxygen, just before she threw up on the carpet. It was not fair. He was on the side of the good. The good always won. Why did the bad ones kill him, then? Why didn't the light side shine brightly and force the dark into its own shadows?
Hermione stood up, weak in her knees. Draco must have known this was to come… 'back to what was never said' "Draco… " Her legs collapsed again 'back and forth inside my head' "Draco…" The tears still fell, her eyes bloodshot… "I love you, Draco… I love you so much…" A broken neck. It was an unworthy sort of death for a wizard like Draco had been. It was not fair and she didn't understand it. The pain sat too deep. The sobs flooded her much too often. Her mind couldn't fix and hold a single picture. It was useless…
She stood up again. She really had to get out of here…
She stood up, getting a hold on the bed for support and her eyes fell on a crimson envelope, in evergreen letters the name 'Hermione' written on. Yes, he had known perfectly well what was to come. He had tried to say good-bye, but she had thrown him out…
With shaking hands, she took the envelope and opened it, a blonde lock falling out. The tears met the emerald green ink and she blinked them away to focus on the words…