Short chapter.
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The pale boy was tucked up in his childhood bed, he seemed rather fragile and childlike so unlike the wizard she came to befriend. Hermione couldn't stop the tears falling at the horrifying sight of Dracos fluttering chest struggling to breathe. His blonde hair lay limp and greasy plastered to his hollow face and his once handsome features left him taking on the image of a corpse.
"Dying.. doesn't have much longer.. nothing else we can do" the healer quietly spoke up from behind her, "your family has our deepest condolences." Hermione turned to see the man roughly squeeze Lady Malfoy's shoulder before whispering into her ear.
Narcissa's beautiful blue eyes hardened at his words, she bit her lip hard red blood trickled down her chin, her shoulders started to shake. Hermione stepped towards the distressed woman just as the healer backed away clumsily concealing his sneer.
"Are you okay Narcissa?"
The blonde shot up from her seat, her delicate hand clenched Hermiones arm. "I.. need air" she gasped pushing away from the brunette and stumbling out the bedroom.
"Why do you care?".
Stumbling back against the sofa, agony gripping her soul, her heart stammering at Draco's dying moments. Why? What happened to him? What did the healer whisper that affected the cold woman so badly?.
The room started to spin sending Hermione pitching towards the fireplace, her head smacking against the cold stone, darkness pulling her under.
Full soft red lips kissed a burning trail down her throat. "Do you enjoy that my darling?" Delicate fingers slipped past her knickers, cupping her sex.
Hermione grinded down on the fingers. "Please I need you". Angelic laughter drifted though her mind.
"You make me feel alive" Hermione whispered to the sobbing witch.
"Don't hate me for then but for now." The harsh words pierced her heart "for I can not love the person responsible for my son's death." With those few words Hermione felt her heart shatter.
"No" Draco shouted in fear placing himself between his friend and the incoming spell. "I'm sorry" he whispered to Hermione, tear tracks running down his cheeks.
Hermione screamed as Draco sagged against her, her arms circled his waist taking most of his weight, hot red substance ran down his back covering her shaking fingers, his breathing was laboured.
She sank to the ground of Diagon Alley cradling the blondes head on her lap. "Stay with me please stay with me. You have so much to live for." Her words trembled from her lips pressing forcefully down on his bloody wound. The curse tore through his back exposing his chest, he was losing to much blood.
Tears ran down her neck soaking her shirts collar, her complete focus was on Draco that she didn't pay the crowd attention as they stood by in shock looking on.
"Today we put to rest a young man who was taken far too soon, a young man who had his whole life ahead of him" the old man went on "we say goodbye to a loving son and a loyal friend."
Draco Lucius Malfoy – a shining star diminished far too soon.
Hermione stood looking up at the night sky hoping to glimpse the stars of her friend, turning her attention back to the guests. "What do I say? Thank you for coming to send Draco off or thank you for standing by while he bled to death in my arms" gasps rang out from the crowd "thank you to the bastard that murdered him, thank you to the pathetic public that used a boy as an escape goat that led his death." Anger was poisoning her thoughts and boiling her blood "I should of died the curse was meant for me not Draco." Hermione spun on her heel her gaze taking in the cold mausoleum that now has become Draco's new home. "I'm so sorry Draco".
Her heart smashed against her ribs, the grief pulled her to her knees, agonising sobs left her as soft familiar arms wrapped tightly around her neck "it wasn't your fault".