Draco shifted in his seat and gazed at Hermione. Her shoulders were tensed and she had a petrified look on her face that she tried to cover up with a small smile. He had grown to know her extremely well during the horcrux hunt that Snape had recruited him for. Being on the side he had been taught to despise his entire life was a choice of survival and not morals, but somewhere deep inside of him it tugged on his gut that this was something worth fighting for.
He touched Hermione’s hand and gazed at her until she felt forced to make eye contact. “Potter destroyed the last horcrux?” he asked, knowing the answer before she whispered her hesitant no.
"Then what is bothering you?" Draco said. "Besides the usual stick up your arse?"
"It’s nothing," Hermione sighed, not even bothering to engage in their second favorite way to pass the time, fighting. She did however perform their first favorite, kissing Draco on the lips timidly. Without another word, she turned on her heel and left him sitting alone.
Hours later, he found her looking out over the castle grounds, tears streaming down her cheeks. He put his hand on the small of her back and pulled her in close, but she swung out of his reach and backed against the wall.
"Draco," she sobbed, "the last horcrux is you."
He lost the ability to breathe and slowly back away from her. As he turned and sprinted down the hall, he could hear Hermione calling his name between sobs. There was no question of what he had to do and he knew he could not wait as he suddenly felt his mortality surrounding every thought in his head.
Before he knew what was happening, he was standing in the Forbidden Forest, and Voldemort was holding a wand at him as his mother screamed in the distance. “Your pathetic parents have begged me to spare you, Draco, but you are the true owner of the Elder Wand since you disarmed Dumbledore. So, my boy, you must die.”
A flash of green erupted in the forest. Draco saw the first time he rode a broom, the train ride in to Hogwarts, his parents waving goodbye, a certain muggle-born’s pretty face staring at him in disgust, and years later that same girl whispering “I love you.”
He felt a tear on his cheek and then…then he felt nothing.