Love at Wrong Time(An HP next generation fan...
"Here she is," I said, turning to Draco as we climbed the huge flight stairs to the fifth floor.
"I'm nervous," he exhaled.
"Don't be. I'm wishing you luck," I said, mustering up my best smile, smiling so wide that my cheeks ached.
He gazed at me, knowing something was wrong. I looked down, unable to meet his eyes. He was still clutching my hands. I gently pulled his hands off mine and gave him a little push. "Go," I whispered. He gave me one last look of concern and went towards Hermione.
He cupped her face in his hands, and as their lips touched lovingly, my tiny heart couldn't take it anymore. Before I knew it, tears took over my vision, streaming down my face. I waited until they got far, making sure Draco was fine, and slowly backed away, not wanting Draco to look back and see me. He didn't.
In my mind, I forgot all about the huge flight of stairs behind me.
I slipped. I didn't even have the energy to cry out from the agony as my head hit the steps with a sickening crack. I was so exhausted.
I rolled down the steps like a ball, a dizzy feeling overcoming my body.
At that moment, I longed for my parents' voices, assuring me that everything will be all right.
I wanted to hear my brothers' carefree laughs, reminding me of the fun in life.
Most of all, I craved Draco's warm arms, the only place where I could truly be safe, whispering in my ear that he was going to protect me no matter what, kissing me on the forehead.
Hermione had been right. I'd fallen in love at the wrong time. Now I had to pay the price for it.
My heart was already breaking and dying inside, so why shouldn't my body go with it? After all, a body without a heart is just an empty soul.
The last thing I heard was someone's voice shrieking my name.
Then everything went black.