Love Never Dies. (Draco Malfoy Fan Fiction) (Watty Awards 2013 Winner)

Chapter 48: Her Memories.

A/N: I hope you'll like this chapter. It's pretty short but it brought me to tears writing this, it's been amazing working with words and with characters. Your comments never fail to turn my frown upside down. You guys are amazing and I just want to say a HUGE thank you to all of you who have voted, commented and most of all, read and loved this story. I never expected to get more than 10K reads and I've already got 10.7K! There's a youtube link to this story and I believe listening to it would 'enhance' your experience. I shan't go on any longer. Here's the last chapter before the epilouge. Comment if you want me to write a prequel and I will if there are enough people who want one! :) (P.S.: I'll be editing the story soon. So look out for some changes here and there!)

A head of blond hair came into my line of sight. "Draco," I whimper. He grips my hand tightly. Tears fell from his eyes onto my shoulder. I take his face in my hand and stare into his silver eyes one last time. I take Hermione's hand and I squeeze it, letting her know that I was still here. 

"Rachel, Rachel, please..." Hermione cried out. "Draco, please! Do something!" I could see Draco's blurry face shake his head. "I'll get someone from the Order, they'll know what to do."

Hermione's figure rushes away before Molly Weasley and George Weasley were brought in. Her curly ginger hair fell on my face, her hand moving around the air. She pokes her wand gently on my chest where the wound was, muttering a silent counterspell. Soon, she said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Rachel... Draco and Hermione... She can't be saved. It's a curse too powerful for any of us to cure. It's already penetrated itself into her chest and it's moving deeper in." She takes my face in my hands, her eyes sorrowful. She wipes the tear from my eyes. "Don't worry, dear. You'll be fine soon, I promise. Hang in there. It'll end soon."

"NO! NO! She can't die! Not like this! Please, please, please do something! Anything!" Draco shouted. 

"Please... Rachel..." Hermione whispered, her face buried in the crook of my shoulder. The pain dug it's way deeper near my heart. I wince, a tear falling from my eye. 

I knew very well what Mrs Weasley meant. I knew this was coming, one way or another. But I hadn't expected it to be this... painful. I wanted so badly to take them in my arms, to tell them that I'll be alright, to tell them to move on when I'm gone. But my arms and legs weren't cooperating, lying hopelessly and motionless on the floor.

I could feel myself slipping away, the feeling of Draco's hand against mine and mine against Hermione's loosen and fade away. The sounds of death eaters and aurors duelling... the smell of the cool, crisp air... the sight of Draco's silver eyes, the sound of his voice... everything seemed to be falling away like leaves falling from their branches. Something was sucking me into a dream, a dream with flowers, with clouds... I look into Draco's eyes one last time. Sending him an "I love you" through my eyes. I squeeze Hermione's hand one last time before I shut my eyes, letting myself drift away from the present. And finally, the wave of darkness whirled over me and I fell into an eternal sleep. 

George's POV

"George, darling, come with me," my mother called for me. Hermione spoke to her a few seconds ago, her tone distressed and her face pale and drained. Hermione gripped my shoulder tightly before whispering a 'I'm sorry'. What was going on? I wipe my tears from my face that caked up on my cheeks. Hermione leads us to a scene, two people crouched down on the ground over a girl. I stopped in my tracks before I could get a glimpse of her face. My mother takes my hand gently and leads me closer. Pale faced, fearful, terror and pain were written all over Rachel's face. 

Draco was sobbing beside her, begging for my mother to do something. For a moment I actually felt sorry for that bloke for what I felt for Rachel was the same as what he felt for her, possibly even deeper. I've never seen him cry so hard before, I've never seen him so upset. I felt bad for him, having lost the only girl he ever loved.