He is the one (a dramiome sequel)

Chapter Eight

Hermione's POV

Running. I was running. Running away from him, from the Gryffindors, from the Slytherins, from the Clan, from all of them. Running from this world, i didn't know where I was going, I didn't care, i had to keep running until I couldn't run anymore. My entire body ached from pain

~flashback~

I laid on the floor, my chest rising and falling even though my lungs needed no oxygen. He threw me against a wall. The fallen books scattered around me.

"Go" was the only word he muttered to me

I wanted to cradle him, calm him, swear he was the only one i loved, but it wasn't true, it could never be true.

"Go!"

I ran.

~end of flashbacks~

And i haven't stopped running since. I wanted to run to Harry, but i couldn't, not after earlier. Couldn't run to Draco either. Not to Alex either. No where to go except to their coffin....the person i killed....the one I loved....the one I fed from mercilessly.

When I arrived she was in a coffin that resembled that from Snow White. I smiled at her pale white skin, her fiery red hair, her perfect makeup. I ached for her hug, for her to hold me and remind me that i am the damn Gryffindor Princess and I had to remind everyone who I was. I ached for her to scold me for crying over a boy. I ached for Ginny Weasley. I began to cry, cry for Ginny, for the war, for the end of the Golden Trio, for Caleb, for being a vampire and finally I cried for Draco. Never knew how long I was there, never knew I  was being watched.

Theodore's POV

I sat there watching my sister cry her unbeating her heart out. Alex gathered a search party an hour ago, I knew I should tell him that I found her, he was our brother, but I couldn't leave my....our sister like this. I drew my wand and casted a couple spells. One to keep her warm and an illusion spell that made it seem like the stars and moon were a little brighter and then I left my sister to feel her grief.