This is an exclusive chapter of Draco's story. I will hopefully be uploading these 'Draco' chapters once in a while. Enjoy!
When I first saw her there, I couldn't believe it. My stomach knotted as all the warmth drained out of my body. I knew it was her, although I prayed it wasn't. She had gone skinnier, and dark bags were visible under her caramel brown eyes. Her hair was untidy, mud staining her pale blue jeans. She looked worn out and extremely tired, but still hanging on. As usual she was beautiful.
On her right was no other than Weasley, struggling against the Death Eater who held him, trying to get to her, trying to protect her. I had always been jealous of Weasley; I wished I could be that close to her, to hear her laughter or just stand by her side like he did.
On her left was Potter, his face so swollen I couldn't recognize him at first. I almost laughed; I knew that was Hermione's doing and it was, as usual, pretty good.
My crazy aunt ordered Pettigrew to take Harry and Ron away. They both struggled to get free, but it was no use. They were unarmed, and there were about seven of us and two of them. Then she dragged Hermione to the middle of the room and pushed her to the ground. I knew what she was going to do and as always I could do nothing about it. I fell into the arm chair placed in the corner of the room, too numb to move. I closed my eyes as my tears fell.
Her screams pierced my ears and it felt as if I was the one undergoing that torture. Curse after curse my aunt cast, curse after cure Hermione's bloodcurdling screams were louder and more excruciating. It felt as if a thousand daggers had been plunged into my chest and through the very centre of my heart. I had again failed to protect her, but then again I never could because all I ever did was put her in danger. Suddenly she stopped screaming and I opened my eyes. My aunty was gone, and only Hermione and I were left in the room. I raced to her, picked her up and cradled her in my arms. She was shivering, her body cold as ice. I pulled back and gazed in horror at the blood that had soaked the front of her white shirt. I placed my lips on her tear bedded cheek. "Draco" she whispered. And with that she slumped against me and died with my name on her lips. Oh dear God, not again.
I opened my eyes and sat up in bed, gasping. I had experienced yet another nightmare, another endless night. It was the same bloody thing over and over again. Her dying and I not being able to save her. Sometimes I double my caffeine intake so I won't sleep and see the same nightmare. But whatever I do, I cannot protect myself from my worst fear, crawling back to me and showing me things I prayed I would never see.
Sweat was cooling on my body, making me feel all shivery. But I guess it could never match the chill I felt inside every time I drew a breath. I would never forgive myself for letting her go through all that pain. I would never ever forgive myself for being a complete idiot and not protecting her as I should have. You know, I've never hated her at all. Even if I glared at her in school or called her things I shouldn't have, I never actually meant them for her. My anger was entirely for myself, at how stupid I was. I loved her, maybe more than I should, which is the main the reason why I will never forgive myself.
I lay back down on my stomach, pulled the doona over my head and buried my face in my pillow to muffle my sobs.
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