I walked out of the Leaky Cauldron's dingy toilets and saw her again. She was staggering out of the door. I bid farewell to Tom, the short bald landlord, and followed her out.
The street was
lonesome. Only one murky streetlamp was lit, and it was flickering on
and off, casting me in darkness every so often. The clouds above were
dark and stormy, rain pouring from them. My long red hair was already
stuck down on my cheeks. Looking at her, I saw that she was swaying
from side to side, sometimes stumbling off the kerb. I smiled grimly.
Ever since I saw her with him, someone I thought I could
trust, I felt like I had to punish her. I knew I had to. I
shifted my hand that was tucked inside my navy hoodie. I felt the
knife dig into my stomach and remembered the job in hand. I silently
followed her, slowly up the windy street.
A few lonely minutes
later, nothing really had happened, except her tripping over herself
once or twice. I sensed that the surrounding was too quiet so I
hissed, "Hermione, Hermione."
She turned violently. I backed up against the wall and tried to blend in against the towering shadows.
"Who – Who's there?" she whimpered at me through the darkness.
"Hermione," I hissed again.
"Go away!" she shouted at me. "Just…go away and le-leave me alone!" She turned away from me and ran off as fast as she could. She swerved across the road, narrowly avoiding a speeding motorbike and ran down into a dark secluded alleyway. I followed her down, pressing my body against the walls.
"Hermione!" I shouted; it echoed in the narrow alley and sounded twice as loud.
"Bill? Is that you?" Hermione said nervously. She turned as I stepped out of the shadows and under another flickering streetlamp.
"Hello, Hermione," I smirked. "How nice to see you." I brushed my hair out of my brown eyes.
"What do you want, Bill?" she asked sternly, suddenly sobering up, but I saw the fear filling up in her tawny eyes.
"I want you back Herms. But seeing you with him, my own brother, and the connection you had, which we never had, I realised something. I realised that if I can't be with you, no one will. I love you Hermione."
I walked over to her and kissed her gently on the lips. When I pulled away, I drew the knife from out of my hoodie and thrust into her stomach. Her eyes widened. Blood dribbled down the side of her mouth. I pulled the knife from her stomach, causing blood to drip onto her pink stilettos. She collapsed to the dusty littered ground. I pulled a white handkerchief out of my jeans pocket and wiped the blood off the knife with it. Dropping the bloody handkerchief, I looked at Hermione's body sprawled on the floor, her hair spread over her face. I blew a light kiss at her and strolled out of the alleyway, dusting my hands off as I went.