Chapter 5

All belongs to jkr

Wake me up

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"Daphne, calm down daph," Draco yelled at the frantic woman.

The moment he had opened his door, Daphne began screaming bloody murder.

"Draco you don't understand," she cried. "Astoria I don't know what she was doing or what she was planning."

Draco tensed up, so this was about Astoria.

He thought about his mate, was she in trouble.

The room began to feel really….tight.

"What about Astoria?" he asked.

"She said something about getting what was hers," Daphne sobbed. "Her eyes looked cloudy; she said something about mud that needed to be cleaned."

"Hermione," Draco gasped.

…..

"Fucking mudblood," Astoria said caressing the bump on her head, courtesy of Hermione.

She got up and went to the quiet, unmoving, blood stained girl.

She smiled wickedly at her. She did it; Hermione had no chance at surviving. All was good with the world now that Draco could be hers again.

She really needed to thank the man with the golden voice.

"Ha," Astoria laughed. "Stupid mudblood."

….

Hermione could hear the crazy laugh of the bitch Greengrass.

She opened her eyes.

No way in hell was Hermione going to give up.

She was going to stand and fight, not give up.

"You," she gargled out, catching Astorias attention (and getting a face of pure horror out of the girl). "You have a disgusting laugh."

Astoria stopped laughing and turned an ugly shade of red.

"I feel sorry for you Astoria," Hermione said. "You lack decency and soon enough you will fall from grace."

"How dare you," Astoria screamed bringing out her wand. "I'll enjoy killing you."

Hermione chuckled.

She wasn't ready to die but she wasn't going too easily. She would go making sure that Astoria was severely pissed off.

"Enjoy your fall from Grace," Hermione said. "Oh wait you never had any grace."

"Goodbye bitch," Astoria screamed. "AVADA KEDA…"

"Expeliarmus," Draco's voice yelled.

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Draco couldn't fathom what he was seeing.

Her mangled body and her blood, it was everywhere.

And it was his entire fault.

He wanted to vomit.

Were the gods angry at him, seeing her like this was a fate worse than hell?

He couldn't breathe; it was as if flames surrounded him and where eating at his oxygen.

All because he didn't treat Astoria like his princess.

She turned to look at him.

"Draco," Hermione whimpered.

The dagger, fucking hell, the dagger was in her still.

"Draco," Astoria breathed. "Why, what are you doing here?"

Draco looked at the woman, she was bewitched.

"Astoria, why?" he hissed.

"Draco," she moaned. "For us Draco, she is the problem."

"There is no us," he cried. "Astoria don't you fucking get that, I love Hermione."

"You should have never have chosen her Draco," she cried. "You did this to yourself."

…..

"Astoria," he seethed. "Leave now, I don't want you Astoria, you monster."

In a flash Astoria plunged herself at Hermione.

Before Draco could do anything she grabbed the hilt of the dagger and pushed it in farther.

Hermione screamed, Draco cringed.

"How could you Draco," Astoria cried moving the dagger around.

With quick thrust she pulled it out of Hermione's body.

Hermione didn't make a sound

"You said we would get married. You where always leaving me loves letters. Kissing me and hugging me. What about those times."

Draco didn't say anything.

She brought the dagger to Hermione's face and created a gash on her cheek.

"Stop," Draco cried.

"What about all those letters that you wrote, what about all the promises," Astoria cried.

"That was then," he stubbornly said. "Astoria things change."

Astoria giggled and that soon turned into a maniacs laugh.

"I hope you choke," she sobbed. "On the letters that you wrote telling you would be here to the end. I hope you burn for the promises you broke."

"Astoria stop," he whined when she positioned the dagger over Hermione's heart.

"I know you'll choke," she whispered.

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"No," Hermione heard Draco scream. "Astoria stop"

It all happened so fast for Hermione to comprehend.

She felt like she was falling through a dark black abyss.

Blood was spilling onto her chest, but she was still alive.

Something heavy fell on top of her.

Suddenly it was pulled off of her.

It was getting cold. She felt someone kneel besides her. He was saying something but she couldn't quite understand.

It was freezing cold for Hermione.

Why wasn't anyone saving her?

What the hell was her mate doing?

Had he left her alone?

She was falling now.

The only thing she could think of was that warm touch and that good feeling she got with him.

Draco, he was what she was thinking of.

"Draco," she breathed.

It was warm again.

…

He heard her mumble his name.

Time, that's what they needed.

Astoria had slit her own throat and fell into a heap on Hermione.

He quickly threw her off of Hermione and checked for a pulse.

"Please granger," he said licking her wounds clean and healed. "Wake up."

She could hear him, it was getting warm again.

"Don't go granger," he cried.

Her heartbeat was so weak and she was so cold.

Not even his damn miracle spit was doing anything.

He looked up as if the answers where in her ceiling.

"Typical granger," he whimpered. "Charming your ceiling to be the stars."

..

She felt warm again.

He was there, he did come.

Wake me up, she asked but did not vocalize.

Wake me up; I don't wanna live without your love.

"I love you Draco," she whispered.

…

She loved him.

"Its cold Draco," she said again.

She was fading.

"No love, don't," he whimpered. "Please don't leave me love. I don't wanna live without your love."

"Draco," she whispered.

She raised her hand and touched his cheek.

She opened her eyes.

There was her angel.

…

He grabbed her hand on his face.

Cold she was so damn cold.

"Look Draco," she whispered.

She was looking at her ceiling.

He marveled at the stars in the sky.

They were beautiful; she sure did know how to charm things.

"They're beautiful," she said.

What was Draco going to do?

He could feel her leaving him.

"You look like an angel," she whispered. "Like an angel here to take me to a place up far above."

Tears.

For the first time since sixth year he shed some tears.

"Its so cold Draco," she whispered.

…

He was crying.

He was crying for her.

She could feel his hot, soothing tears on her face.

"Kiss me," she asked. "One last time Draco."

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One last time, no it couldn't be.

He was biting on his lips so hard now, he drew blood.

"Of course," he whispered catching her lips in his.

…..

She was drifting off, but she felt so warm again.

She fainted into a deep slumber. ….

For this chapter I recommended the songs dreams for the beginning, fall from grace (for Hermione's and Astorias little chat) choke (for Astorias thoughts on Draco loving Hermione) hell or high water (Draco seeing thermions body) and wake me up (for the Hermione Draco scene) by the red jumpsuit apparatus...and falling in the black for the scene where Hermione feels like she's going to die by skillet.

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So I am probably still going to finish this for those who are actually reading this, but more for me since this is my story. See ya