My eyelids flutter open. Where was I? The Great Hall?
Looking besides me, I see Draco's white-blonde hair. His chest was shallowly rising and falling, to my great relief, but blood was still slowly oozing out of the place where his finger should've been.
I roll over and stand up, groaning at the daggers of pain that shot through me as I did so.
I walked up to Draco, and sat down, propping his head on my lap. He stirred, groaning.
I smile down at him when his eyes open. "Hey, beautiful."
"Oh, I don't know, Voldemort used Sectumsempura and removed one of your fingers."
He groans again. "It hurts."
"I figured it would."
"I love you, Hermione Jean Granger. Forever and always."
"And I love you, Draco Lucius Malfoy. Always and forever."
He grins, and I bend down and kiss him.
He returns it.
After some time, I notice that his lips have gone slightly cold.
I check for signs of breathing, and there was none.
My heart drops about two million miles. No. No. No!
He couldn't be dead, he couldn't be dead, this is only a dream.
But I knew it was not.
I clutch him closer, my sobbing uncontrollable. "Stop, please, stop!"
Nobody listened. But when do they?
"Madam Pomfrey, somebody! Please," my voice drops to a whisper.
She turns and sees what happened. "He shouldn't of died, I had put in blood, he should not have died, oh, Hermione, child, please stop crying, it hurts me to see that."
He wasn't supposed to die? "Then how did he die?" My voice was barely audible as I swiveled my head back and forth, looking for the killer.
And there stood Neville, a nasty grin on his face.
So, Draco died! *le sob* (I was sobbing the whole time i wrote this...) who's behind his death? Neville, Madam Pomfrey, Ron, Ginny, maybe even Hermione or Draco himself? Hmm.... So many suspects.... Anyway, comment what you think, and more chapters to come soon!
Love you all,