Perfect?

"Mal-DRACO! STOP THIS NOW! You can't do this...I won't let you!" she shrieked, all of her energy returning.

"Who's gonna stop me?" he asked her, his eyes becoming suddenly glassy. "Isn't this what you want? YOU WANTED THIS! AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME!" he took his knife and raised it above his head, laughing maniacally. Hermione shivered and looked up at him, all her energy once again disappearing. He seemed to have gone crazy.

"N-no...Please Draco...please stop now," she whimpered, "D-don't d-do this..."

"Why? Why WOULD YOU CARE ANYWAY??" His voice got gradually louder and louder until he was yelling, "NO ONE WOULD CARE ANYWAY! THE WORLD WOULD BE BETTER WITHOUT A DRACO MALFOY? ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU SAID?? ISN'T IT? ISN'T IT?!"

"I-I didn't mean it D-Draco. It was o-only because you were t-teasing H-harry and R-ron again," she cried out.

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"Weasel...back again? I'm surprised..." Draco drawled.

"Why?" Ron snapped.

"Don't be a bloody idiot Weasley. It's not like your mum can afford to send you here. Look at your robes! I can see your bloody knickers. You might as well come in your nuddy-pants."

"LEMME AT HIM 'ARRY! LEMME AT HIM!" Ron burst out, diving at Draco.

"Ron, don't bother with a bloody arse like him," Harry pointed out, "You can't do anything to him while McGonagall is around anyway."

"ARGHHHHHHH!"

"I wish you'd die Malfoy. The world would be better without you anyway," Hermione snapped coldly, "Let's go guys." With one last glare, Ron and Harry followed Hermione out of the Great Hall.

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"What do you have to say now Hermione?" he said, suddenly calm again.

"Don't kill yourself Mal-Draco. You can't! The world just wouldn't be the same. I wouldn't be the same. I-I love you, too," she admitted.

"What?" Draco asked.

"I love you." For a minute, Draco put down his knife. Then, as suddenly as he put it down, it was back up.

"Shut up...MUDBLOOD! I DON'T WANT YOUR PITY! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT I AM ALREADY DEAD?"

"What do you mean? Already dead?"

"My fath-Lucius beats me. He uses the three Unforgivable Curses. He killed my mother. I don't have my own mind. I do whatever the Dark Lord, Voldemort," he shuddered, "tells me to. I am already dead." He took off his robes. Hermione gasped. Who would have known? Under all those robes, he was very well built. He then proceeded to slit his stomach. He watched in amazement as the blood gushed out faster than ever. "Enjoying this Hermione?" He grinned at her, the first genuine smile that she had ever seen out of him. She just stared at him in wonder until she felt a metal object being pushed into her hand. "Your turn."

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