"Come with me you four." Ron and Harry kept glancing at Draco, who was surprisingly very quiet. He led them all into the Hospital Wing. "She was found this morning; she was dead." Hermione was confused. Ginny was supposed to look dead. Not actually be dead. She started to cry. Draco had silent tears rolling down from the moment he seen his sweet Red's perfect body covered with a sheet. Ron looked like he could punch someone, and then fell to the floor in tears. Harry just stood there. His love. Ginny Weasley. He looked at her stiff, pale body covered with a sheet. He had never told her how much she really meant to him, or how much he loved her. He could feel the tears burning his cheeks. He slowly sank onto the floor with Ron. Hermione walked over to Draco and they sat there, in tears, comforting each other.

Hermione was devastated. She now had Draco, in her arms, and somehow it didn't feel right. She completed her plan. Draco was free to be hers. No matter how hard she tried to convince herself, it would never be the same. How could she have been so stupid? She killed her best friend over a boy. A boy. She wanted to scream. She felt like going down into the lake and never coming up. Ron was crying like mad, rocking back and forth in the middle of the hospital. Harry had silent tears uncontrollably coming down his face. He was staring off into space. Hermione and Draco had let go of each other, and she looked back at him. He walked over to Ginny and uncovered the sheet. She still looked beautiful. Even though she looked a little paler. He collapsed onto her body, crying. When he calmed down, he crawled into the bed with her and began stroking her hair. Her beautiful red hair.

Ron had come up to Hermione and she went into his arms. "Hermione?"

"Hmm?"

"I have to tell you something…" She looked up at him.

He kept whispering things to her, as if she could hear them. He took one last look at her, and whispered, "I will always love you, my little Red. Always." He ran out the door and Hermione followed him. Ron just stood there.

"Draco! Draco!" she called, running to catch up with him. He stopped abruptly and when she reached him, he grabbed her by the throat and slung her against the wall. Hermione whimpered.

"Why did you do this to me? Why, Granger, why?" he cried, causing more tears to come down. Hermione had never seen Draco cry before, and certainly not like this.

"I don't know," she answered truthfully. "I swear on my life, I don't know. I don't know anything anymore." Draco let go of his grip on her throat and walked away. Hermione dared not run after him. She slowly walked back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Why? Why? Why? Why the hell did I do this? I thought he loved me, but he doesn't. And I should have seen how happy they were together, but all I was concerned about was getting him back. I want to kill myself! It gave Hermione a sudden idea. She would do it tomorrow. But first she had to find Draco.

Draco slumped against the corridor wall. How could his beloved Red leave him like this? She knew how much she meant to him. But he had never told her he loved her; not before she was dead. It gave him a sudden idea. He slowly walked up to the Slytherin Common Room, and came back out a few minutes later, and walked to an empty classroom. A few moments later, Hermione entered the same room, clutching a piece of parchment. Tears streamed down her face as she seen his limp body dangling in midair.

Hermione awoke early the next morning. She hastily scribbled a note to Harry and Ron. It read: Dear Harry and Ron, I can no longer live on, carrying the heavy burden and heartaches that I do now. I killed someone innocent that should not be dead, and I fear I have killed another that I love so dear. I love you always. Always remember me. Yours Truly, Hermione

She placed it in Harry's favorite chair in front of the fire and walked outside, still in her nightgown.

The grass was cold. It sent shivers up her spine as she walked barefoot across it. The water never looked so welcoming. The black waves licked at her hungrily, begging for her to come in. The wind silently blew her nightgown, creating many tiny ripples in it. A tear slid down her scared face. The sky was still dark.

"Hermione!" a voice called behind her. "Hermione! Wait!" Hermione looked behind her. Ron was just exiting out of the castle, with Harry following closely behind. Hermione Granger turned back around. She edged her way towards the waves. The water was icy cold. But she didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore. Everything was in slow motion. Ron and Harry slowly ran towards her, screaming for her to stop. But she couldn't hear him. All she could see was Ginny and Draco's limp bodies. The thought haunted her. Slowly, Hermione's body got closer to the eager water. And then she was under water. Gone.

"Hermione!" Ron screamed, as he saw her body crash and collide together with the waves. He ran faster. "Hermione!" he screamed, skidding at the edge of the water. He looked down where her body once was. There was still a hint of her perfume in the air. Ron dropped onto his knees and cried. Harry came running after him, screaming for Hermione to stop too. He watched Ron watch her fall. Harry ran with all his might, and jumped into the water after his best friend. Ron was on his knees, hugging himself and staring out where Hermione once was.

Harry desperately tried to find Hermione, but the waves kept pushing him back. "Ron!" he choked, desperate for his other best friend to help him. He seen Ron come in after him, and he helped Harry our of the water. "Ron. She's gone."

Ron was crying. "No! She can't be gone! I ne-never told her I-I- …" Harry put a comforting arm around his friend.

"I know, Ron, I know." And he did know. He seen the love of his life under a sheet, stiff, lifeless. And then he seen the man she truly cared for on the bed with her, crying and begging her to come back. He knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. But Ron had seen Hermione die. And it would haunt him for the rest of his life.

I never told her I loved her…