004 • Mirror, mirror on the wall...
...who is the vilest of them all?
Draco pov
Kill her.
A thousand times I repeat those two words in my head, but I can't get a grip of it. I can't think of a way that killing the love of my life would be a solution. It just isn't an option. I look at her, her pretty face and her beautiful eyes. Oh, how much I love her. I love her so much that my heart aches.
'Do it,' I hear Hermione whisper. I look at Voldemort who softly whispers something which I can not hear. A second later everything becomes blurry and I can't control what I'm doing anymore. I know what he whispered now. He is controlling me. He is controlling my mind and my body and before I can stop him, the two words slip out of my mouth and she drops down. For a moment I'm just standing there and everything around me seems to stop. I killed her. I...I killed Hermione.
'NO!' I scream when Voldemorts releases me from the spell he putted on me. I collapse down next to her and take her head between my hands.
'No, no, no, don't be dead, please let this be a dream. Wake up Hermione,' I whisper hoarse. My eyes get wet and a salt tear streams down my grubby face. I take her in my arms and while crying I whisper her beautiful name.
'How sad, the boy killed his own girlfriend,' Voldemort says, he tries to hide how amused he is. I turn around and look at the man - if you can even call him a man - who made me kill the only one that ever loved me unlimited. My lips draw into a straight line. I carefully lay Hermione down on the ground and stand up.
'You made me,' I grawl, 'you used imperio, I know it, I felt it. Y-you... you monster!'
Voldemort starts to laugh. A loud and cold sound leaves his throat. I can see nothing in his eyes but malice and cruwelty.
'Imprison everyone who hasn't fought on our side and kill the wounded!' Voldemort shouts to his followers. They directly start and in no time, everyone who even tried to defend Hogwarts, gets dragged away. I want to do something about it, help them and stand up against Voldemort, but I can't. I sit down next to Hermione and stroke her soft cheek, tears are still seeping down my cheek.
No one notices me anymore, I'm left alone in my own sad bubble of pain and grief. Everyone around me is leaving, Voldemort had his moment and now he knows it's over, for now. I hear footsteps behind me, but I do not care to look up.
'Is she really -. You know... dead?' The footsteps belonged to Ron, I reconize his squeaking voice. He always uses that high voice when he is scared and lost.
'Yes, ofcourse she is, you stupid,' I grawl at him, I hear how he gaspes for breath and swallows.
'Why aren't you taken away?' I ask then. My voice sounds so cold and hoarse, I barely reconize it as my own.
Before Ron gets to answer, he is dragged away by some big guy.
'No! Let me go!' Ron screams as a little baby, 'D-Draco, please, help me!'
I ignore him, I want to help him. He was Hermione's friend, but I'm too much of a coward to do anything. So father, so son. Everyone has decided to give me some space to grief, or they don't care enough to pay attention to me, but eventually I end up alone, between the ruins of what once was one of the most glorious schools in Wizard history.
I wipe away my tears, but they keep flowing and eventually I just let them be. I feel miserable, my one true love was just killed... be me. Well by Voldemort to be exact, but it was still my mouth which spoke those two words, my wand which was pointed at her, my fault. I should have been more carefull, I shouldn't have been so stupid! If it wasn't for me, she would still be alive and she would still laugh her beautiful laugh and talk in that cute nerdy and also a tiny bit arrogant way.
Eventualy I can't bare to look at her anymore, I close my eyes and drown in my own, painfull memories.
Three years ago
'Draco! Draco! Dude, where are you with that head of yours?' Pansy Parkinson screams in my ear. I grawl at her and push her away when she tries to kiss my cheek.
'Ugh, it looks like you are in love with that stupid Harry Potter, you are watching him and his stupid friends all the time. I'm your girlfriend, not he. Or are you secretly gay?' she scowls.
'Shut up Pansy,' I hiss. She roles her eyes at me and graps another pumpkin pie from the huge silver plate in the middle of the table. Harry, Ron and Hermione are sitting on the Gryffindor table. Pansy was right, I have been watching them a lot the last few weeks, but it's not Harry that has cought my attention, it's the know-it-all. Hermione Jean Granger, the smartest from our year, probably from this whole school. It's so frustrating, everytime I look at her, I get this weird feeling in my stomach, like... like butterflies flying around. I've never had this feeling before, this strange feeling, which makes me feel sick in my stomach, but I know what it is. Everyone reconizes it, though they've never had it, it's the feeling of loving someone.
I press the thoughts away. How stupid of me, how could I ever think I could fall in love with her. It's not possible. She is a gryffindor, a mudblood and most important of all; she is Harry Potter's friend!
But still, everytime I look at her, I get this feeling we belong together? I know, it sounds crazy. I don't even believe myself. I sigh and look at Pansy.
'Let's go, I need to get away from here,' I mumble. I grab her hand and take her away. Hoping this crazy feeling will go away, because Hermione and I don't belong together and something like that, will never happen, not in a million years.
Present
I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hands are tightly wrapped around the borders of the white sink. So tight, my knuckles are turning as white as the shiny material the sink is made of. She won't even get a proper funeral. Everyone who loves her is locked up, Voldemort has taken over and the world is bowing down for his strenght.
It has been two days now since she died. Two days of me locking myself up in my room. Two days without saying a thing to anyone. Two days of pain. Two days of almost constant crying.
It hurts so much. It feels like everytime I think of her name, a knive is stabbed in my heart. Everytime I think of what I did I just collapse down on the floor. Crying, screaming.
'I HATE YOU!' I scream at my reflection, 'I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,' I keep repeating over and over and over again. Untill my voice just fades away and I'm left alone again with this unbearable silence.
The End.