A/N I am not a doctor, nor is Draco therefore I did not do much with a real operation, this story was not based on the operation but the relationship between Draco/Hermione and how he copes with her death so instead there is a flashback. Also the flash back in this chapter is loosely based on another Senses Fail song 'The Irony of Dying on your Birthday' that I planned on doing a oneshot fic for but decided it might do well as a flash back in this chapter in order to not make it not so boring with just the operation. Regardless I hope you enjoy this chapter.

So lets play doctor, babe

We'll operate today

Incisions must be made

We need a scalpel now

Under white lights you lay

We've got to hurry up

Before the flesh decays, away

Tears spread down Draco's face. He hadn't found anything proving that she had not committed suicide. There was no signs of a struggle, no signs of injury. There was no way that she would commit suicide, after what they had been through together. Then it occurred to him, and Draco made one last incision in her stomach.


It was in their seventh year. Double Potions these days did not delight Draco like they used to. He had enjoyed perfecting potions not only to satisfy Snape but he felt he was almost trying to show off for Hermione Granger. But with the news recently Draco could not concentrate. Draco's 18th birthday was that day. That day he was to become a death eater like his father. Draco had tried to avoid thinking of this the whole year, he had kept his mind focused on school and being Head Boy.

"Draco." Snape sneered. "Please enlighten the class with your thoughts." Draco knew that Snape had been getting annoyed with him recently, his mind was always elsewhere.

Draco tried his best to match his old smirk, "I'm just trying to imagine what I'll be getting for my birthday from the Head Girl." The Slytherin's all laughed as Hermione's face flushed.

"That is enough!" Snape shouted. His potions class quieted down. "You will all be mixing a poison today. At the end of the first half of class you will drop one drip of this poison into a completely healthy plant. If the potion is mixed correctly, the plant shall wilt in a matter of seconds. But it shall return to it's original state except it will be 100 dead. The ingredients are on the board, it is worth 50 points. You have 30 minutes, you may begin."

Draco looked at the board. Essence of belladonna, Wolf's bane, bicorn horn, and Leech Juice, this definitely wasn't a recipe for a cake. Draco rolled his eyes as he got up to retrieve them. Typical. He had to concoct a poison on the one day that he would have really liked to take it himself. The more he thought about it the more excited he was. If he received his letter from his father he was bound to the death eaters, they would finish their ceremony and he would bear the dark mark. He couldn't do that. He didn't want to do that. Everything he had worked so hard for he didn't want. He never wanted to be like his father, now he wouldn't let himself.

Draco worked silently the rest of class. He followed the directions quickly but carefully. He couldn't mess this up. He was going to use this that night. Before he could become one of them, if he was going to die he would do it pride fully. He would do it without ever having become a death eater.

6 drops of belladonna and it would be finished. At the last drop a sweet Vanilla aroma seeped from the potion along with a cloud of thick mist. "Ahh I see Draco has done well." Snape said, "15 points to Slytherin, now let's test it." Snape dropped one drip of the potion into the dirt of a plant. Within seconds the plant had wilted. Draco was amazed, what happened to the human body when someone had consumed this? "15 more to Slytherin." Snape grinned and moved on to Ron Weasley whom had found some way to screw up the potion.

Draco looked at the plant. In seconds the plant began to look alive again, but it was clear that the plant was dead. The soil was dry and the plant was cold. He prodded at it with his wand and the same thick mist escaped from the plant. It did not stop, the mist was endless.

Draco looked around the classroom, was anyone looking at him? When he thought all eyes were turned he poured a little of the potion into a vile, capped it and stuck it in the pocket of his robes. He suddenly felt eyes on him. He turned to see her chocolate eyes gazing at him. Had Hermione seen him? Did she know what he was going to do? No, she couldn't have. For all she knew he was going to use it on her.

"Alright we are now going to…" Snape's words faded as Draco began to write absent-mindedly on a parchment. This was the part of double potions where Snape assigned some lengthy essay. He would then precede to hand some back and make remarks about how Ron and Harry almost got T's. Draco looked at what he was writing, a suicide note.

Dear father,

Draco scratched that out.

Lucious.

Yes that would work, he continued to write.

I know it is customary for 18 year olds to go through a ceremony. One that will change their life forever. I have decided to take it upon myself to perform a ceremony of my own. I will not live to see yours.

Signed.

"Draco you received top notch again." Snape said handing him back his essay. Draco quickly shoved the suicide note in his pocket as he took his essay and did the same. Draco smiled at Snape. "Now I am expecting two rolls of parchment on…" Draco wasn't listening to the assignment, he wasn't going to live to see his grade. He got up and walked from class to his Head Boy quarters.

"Draco!" He heard her shouting after him but he wasn't going to stop. "Locomoter Moris." She shouted. His legs stopped in place right outside his door. She caught up to him and he looked her in the eye.

"Un-do it Granger." He said, "You aren't allowed to use magic in the halls anyways." He felt him gain control over his legs again as she reached for him. "What in the bloody hell are you doing Granger?"

"Give me the potion!" she said, "I saw you take it, now give it. I don't know what you plan on doing with it Draco…"

"I don't know what you're talking about, now please just leave me alone." He pushed her out of the way and went into his room. "Colloportus." He locked the door behind him. "Accio Firewhisky." Draco took a sip of the Firewhisky as he began to bring himself to become drunk enough to commit suicide.

Hermione stood outside Draco's quarters. What was he going to do? She looked from his door to the ground in desperation. She needed to think of a way to get in their, what was he going to do with that poison?

Something had caught Hermione's eye when she turned to leave. A crumbled up parchment was left unclaimed on the floor. Hermione picked it up. At first she didn't want to open it, it was like she was invading his privacy. Most likely it had been the essay that they received back, she had wanted to know what he got. Draco was one of the top students but had Hermione got a better score?

Hermione looked around the corridors. There wasn't anyone around. She shoved the note in her pocket and walked to her quarters next to Draco's. She closed the door behind her and took the note from her pocket. If she looked at it, it wasn't like it was that bad right? He would probably tell her his grade if she had asked. Hermione had un-crumpled the note. It wasn't his essay, it was something different. The words "I will not live to see yours" almost jumped off the page. Hermione looked to the wall as if she could see into his room. Had he already done it? Hermione ran to her balcony and looked to his. It was quite a ways but she had to get there.

She looked to the Gryffindor Tower. "Accio Firebolt!" she shouted as Harry's broom zoomed towards her. She mounted it. She was never good at flying. She lifted from the ground, trying to steady herself. She took off towards the sky but managed to get herself pointing back towards the ground. Soon she was headed straight for Draco's balcony. In seconds she had crashed.

Draco heard a crash outside of his window. He looked outside to see a beautiful girl on the ground. He went to the door and opened it. "What do ya want?" he asked his words slurred from the firewhiskey.

"Draco." Hermione looked up at him. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was messy. She got to her feet and went to him. "Draco what are you doing? Why do you want to kill yourself Draco?"

Draco looked at Hermione. "Go away Hermione." He said returning to his chair. He picked up his glass of firewhiskey and took another sip. "I said go away!" He repeated shouting this time.

Hermione went over to him. She quickly looked around the room. There was no vial anywhere. She looked back at him and quickly reached inside his robes grabbing the vial and throwing it out the window of his balcony. She heard a splash and knew it landed in the lake. "What were you thinking Draco?" She shouted at him. He had gotten to his feet. He was fuming with anger. He was shouting at her and she couldn't even make out what he was saying.

"I can't live Granger! I will become a death eater, I can't do that!" Hermione had a feeling he didn't know what he was saying, but she knew he was speaking the truth. She had read it. "My father expects me to be a death eater. He expects me to kill Potter. To be at the right hand of Voldemort. He wants things from me that I won't ever do!"

"Draco." Hermione said sitting on his couch. "Sit down." He obeyed. "The world isn't all bad. You can join the right side. You can fight your father Draco. Defeat him, like he almost defeated you."

Draco looked at her. He hadn't thought of trying to fight his father. He hadn't thought of joining Potter's side. "Why are you doing this?" he asked her. "Wouldn't you be glad if I was dead?"

Hermione was shocked at what he had just said to her. "No Draco. I would not. Taking your life is not the way that I would have expected you to die Draco! I thought you were much stronger then that. I guess I was wrong."

"You don't know what I'm feeling Hermione. You don't know what it's like to have your father plan out your life for you. You know what? I don't care what you think about me. I should have died. I can't join your side. Your own want to kill me anyways." Draco took another drink of firewhiskey. "Her-Granger. I don't like your friends. They don't like me. Potter would like to see me dead just as bad as Voldemort."

"No Draco, that isn't true. Maybe if you didn't act like such a prat the entire time we wouldn't feel such hate towards you. But there was a little bit of Draco Malfoy that I never knew this year that I got to know. I don't think that Draco Malfoy can let his father kill him. You fought him for so many years Draco. You were under the Crucio curse and you fought him! Why stop now?" Hermione was standing now. She wanted to slap some sense into him. Did he really think that he should just die?

She was right. He fought his father when he was younger. Hiding from him, resisting the Cruciatus curse. "But I can't join…"

"Shut up Draco!" she shouted at him this time. "Forget about your image! Who cares? I don't! If Harry does, well screw Harry! You fight on our side and it shows that you're not all bad. Fight against your father, and you Draco, you, could live a happy life for once. Please Draco. Just think it over. Please." She looked at him. She had nothing left to say, but she didn't want to leave. What if her words didn't get through and he found some other way to commit suicide? "Go to sleep Draco. I'll be here when you wake up."

"What?" He looked at her. "Hermione…"

"I don't trust you right now Draco. I'm telling you go to sleep. When you wake up in the morning we will talk more. But until then I am not letting you out of my sight and I think you need to sleep off your alcohol." She pulled the sheets down for him. "Get in." He again obeyed her without complaining. He rest his head on the pillow and looked at her as she settled herself in his big comfy chair reaching for a book out of his collection. He would have never guessed that Hermione Granger would have came to save him. Hermione Granger, his guardian Angel. She was the last thing he saw when he fell asleep, and the first thing he saw when he awoke. Just like she promised.

The moment Draco cut open Hermione's stomach a thick mist emerged from her. It smelled like Vanilla. She had not committed suicide. She was given a poison. One he knew far too well.

Preview

I headed downtown

To share what I had found

It's not a suicide It's a crime

I have a witness It's clearly evident

There had to be someone else present

After time of death Poisons in stomach

How could she pull it If she's dead?