Chapter 1 : Bitterly Painful
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Hermione dropped onto her bed.
He was gone.
And nothing was bringing her beloved Draco back.
HE had taken him from her, and she could do nothing about it.
And the more she thought about it, the more broken her heart became.
She buried her face in her pillow, sobbing, tears running freely down her face.
And Draco wasn’t there to wipe them back.
Nothing was worse than this feeling of loss.
She knew what it felt like now, to have nothing.
To have lost everything.
She felt sick as she remembered the events of the previous night.
She remembered the dread.
She remembered the cold wave of fear pass through her.
She remembered HIM.
She remembered the Dark Mark, forever branded in his arm.
She remembered the shocking truth. The fact that he had used her. That he had taken advantage of her, to serve his master’s will.
Hermione stood up suddenly from her bed, filled with new energy and confidence.
She knew what to do now.
She had nothing to live for how.
She slowly got up, found a piece of parchment, sat at the desk, and took out the beautiful eagle feather quill he had given her.
She took off the locket he had given her.
She took off the diamond ring he gave her.
And to think she actually thought that love was possible to happen to a Malfoy.
Well how wrong was she.
She had fallen for his charm.
He had let his fake words of love seduce her.
But now she knew better.
She clutched the locket and ring in her left hand tightly.
Dipping her quill in the ink, she began to write….
“Professor Dumberdore? What is the matter? Oh…” Professor McGonnagal’s face fell as she saw the scene before her.
Hermione was lying motionless on the ground.
In her left hand she clutched a silver locket and diamond ring.
In her right, was a letter.
“I believe this is addressed to Mr. Draco Malfoy.” Dumbledore said, giving her the letter.
“Please ensure it is delivered to him. Thank you, Minerva.”
Draco Malfoy opened the letter in a hurry.
Sitting on a nearby seat outside in the grounds of Malfoy Manor he read the letter over and over again in dismay.
He couldn’t believe it.
It couldn’t be true.
It wasn’t possible!
No! Please no!
He read it once more to check it.
But his worst nightmares had come true.
Dear my beloved Draco,
I’m sorry. I had to leave. I couldn’t face you once again. I knew I had nothing to live for. What is my life without you? I knew I couldn’t live, loving a man, who I did love with all my heart, but knowing he worked for the most evil wizard in history. Knowing he could be just using me to help the Dark Lord. I can’t live with you serving him, Draco. I just can’t. Last night, the events I feared came true to me. I know you now serve him, Draco, but I know the man I love is still in you somewhere. But the Dark Lord will not lose his faithful servent if there is no gain. I’m sorry, but I cannot live knowing you could be using me. I cannot live knowing I could be helping the Dark Lord. I’m sorry, but I have to go. My life is empty without you. So now the window of my room is open. Four whole levels is a long way - enough to kill if you fall from here.
Goodbye my Draco
A single tear trickled down his face and dropped onto the parchment as rain started to fall.
“No… Hermione… no…” Draco cried. “No, please no! Please… Hermione… No!!!”
He was on his knees now, as if he was begging for anything, anything to bring Hermione back.
“Hermione… Why did you go? Hermione… “ he whispered.
“Ah!” he gasped and he clutched his arm. He pulled his sleeve up to reveal the Dark Mark, burning a deep crimson.
He knew it was pointless to refuse his master’s power, so he obediently disapparated, and landed into a gloomy graveyard, deserted of all but Lord Voldemort, and by his side the twitching figure of Peter Pettigrew.
“Crucio!” a cruel voice said mercilessly, pointing a wand at Draco. Draco cried in pain as the spell hit him and he fell to the ground onto his knees.
“I told you before, Draco Malfoy, to get rid of her. She knew of my plans and was a threat. She was of no use to me any longer. And what did you do? Kept her at Hogwarts, stupidly thinking you could hide her! Did you really think you could protect her from me? Eleven months ago, I gave you a mission. And that mission was to use her for information! Not to fall in love with her you wimp! You fell in love with a Mudblood! You showed the most obvious signs of betrayal to me and your fellow Death-eaters! You, are the most pathetic creature that roamed this world under my service!” he spat.
“What does it matter? I gave you the information as you asked!” Draco gasped, just managing to say.
“’What does it matter’? You are in love with a Mudblood, you fool! You are a traitor in my name. You should have realized she was going to die either way. Only this way, has another loss. Another life taken. Yours.” Voldemort laughed mercilessly and pointed a wand straight at Draco’s heart.
“Goodbye, Draco. Look at the bright side. At least you’l get to see your beloved Mudblood filth again,” he said.
Draco’s eyes widened as he saw a bright green light flying towards him. In the last second of his life he said his famous last words.
“I love you, Herminoe.”
With a thud, Draco Malfoy hit the ground, dead.
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