"I'm sorry, Hermione. He's sick, dying, and all we can do now is make him comfortable. It won't be much longer."

Hermione stood there holding his hand as she cried.

His life was too short.

This wasn't fair.

She had lost everyone in her life except for him.

But now, he was leaving her too.

She wasn't ready.

She didn't want to have to say goodbye anymore.

Tears fell as she mumbled, "Take care of him, Draco. I'll see you both very soon."