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Hermione held out her wand with a shaky hand. Tears brimmed in her eyes. Her heart ached as she stared into the eyes of the man she loved. Her voice came out trembling. “Why?”
His eyes were stone cold, so cold. “I had to do it.”
“WHY?” she screamed. “Because he was better than you at flying? Because he got more attention than you? Is that a reason to fucking kill someone? What am I going to do, Draco?”
“I serve the Dark Lord, you know that.”
Hermione’s lip trembled. The tears began to flow more freely. “I loved you Draco. I loved you with every piece of me! I would have died for you. He would have died for you. Any one of us would have protected you, you knew that!”
Dead grey eyes met brown tear-filled ones. “I loved you too.”
“There was hope for us,” sobbed Hermione. “We had a future! But now…”
“We’re on different sides. There can be no future.”
“You were amazing,” she whispered. “We were amazing. Don’t you remember, Draco? Don’t you remember when we snuck into the kitchens at midnight?”
“I remember.”
“And…and that night, in the Room of Requirement…”
“Stop!” he howled. “Why are you torturing me? It’s never going to happen, do you know how I much want this? Do you know how much I want you?”
She saw pain, raw pain in his eyes. Bitter irony washed over her. She remembered when they had first met as first-years. He was changed forever since then, and so was she.
“I wanted you too, Draco. Till you murdered my best friend,” she said, moving closer, pointing the wand directly at him. “I told you. Just say the word, and the Order would take you in, protect you. You wouldn’t have to do what that monster ordered you. You decided to join him anyway.”
He looked at her blankly. “So you’re going to kill me?”
The seconds felt like hours. There was no one and nothing in the world apart from him. She tried to find the strength, the power to lose him forever.
She remembered Harry, and all the times they had shared, good and bad. She remembered his smile, his laugh, his selflessness, his support. This was the person who had murdered him. Tortured and destroyed him, even though he had had a choice. He stood perfectly still, and perfectly emotionless as a statue. She stared into his eyes, trying to find some humanity, some remorse. And that’s when she realized. He didn’t regret killing Harry. He had wanted to. And that’s why he had never joined the Order. And she made her decision.“Avada Kedavra!”
I love the plot this time! Draco killed Harry, now Hermione kills Draco, with hate and regret (the regret part not so much, since she knew that Draco doesn't regret klling Harry). I don't have any nit-picks for this one, although, I don't think this fanfic needs any! This is perfect the way it is! Awesome job and keep it up!
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