“This is the end.”
“Of what?”
“Of this.”
“Of…us?”
“Yes.”
“Wh–”
“And me.”
“And you?”
“This is the end.”
“You’re not thinking rationally.”
“No. I am.”
“This isn’t what you want.”
“You always insist on telling me what I want.”
“Because I know you.”
“Me?”
“Yes.”
“Who is that?”
“You?”
“Me. Who is she? I wonder.”
“Granger–”
“No. That’s you. That's your me. That is me to you. That is who I am to you. That is who you made me to be in the vision of you. Who am I?”
“Hermione.”
“Why did you say it like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like it was difficult.”
“Because it is.”
“Why? Because it's me?”
“No.”
“Then why?”
“Because you’re difficult.”
“So, yes.”
“What?”
“Your answer should have been yes.”
“You’re not making any sense.”
“I am, I am. Perfect sense.”
“This is just another episode. You’re not–”
“No. No, enough. Don’t–”
“Granger–”
“Don’t touch me! I am not her! I am not that!”
“Hermione!”
“You’re poisoning her.”
“Who?”
“Hermione.”
“You.”
“When you say her name, the venom spreads. You say it like a curse. Like a mistake, a regret.”
“I don’t–”
“And you can’t leave me. Because you know what will happen. You’ll blame yourself.”
“Why are you laughing?”
“Because I want you to.”
“To what?”
“Blame yourself. I have always wanted you to blame yourself.”
“For what?”
“You know.”
“For this?”
“Yes. And this. Like I said. The end.”
“I refuse.”
“Of course–”
“Granger, you’re sick right now–”
“Sick? That’s what we call it now. Disturbed. Ill. Incapable–”
“Please stop.”
“You first. The end.”
“No.”
“I blame you, did you know? For all of it. For everything. The before and the after. The later, what hasn’t happened. I blame you.”
“Love–”
“You led me to grief and forced me to drink.”
“...”
“Sensitive, aren’t I?”
“More like senseless.”
“Ah.”
“Stop laughing.”
“Sensitive. Senseless. Sensitive. Senseless. Who will she be tomorrow? What monster was she yesterday? Give up, Draco.”
“I’ll never give you up.”
“Oh, how romantic of you. You’ve Stockholmed my heart.”
“I treat it better than you.”
“He manipulates my words.”
“Who?”
“You, Malfoy.”
“I–”
“I have tried and now this is the end.”
“Of us?”
“By proxy. Of me.”
“This is not the end of you.”
“But I wish it to be.”
“Wishes don’t come true.”
“They did once. You. Or maybe you’re right. These weren’t wishes, they were nightmares we sought.”
“And I’m your nightmare?”
“Amongst many.”
“Granger, enough.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“Give it to me.”
“No. I said the end.”
“You don’t–”
“I do! I have a right to end this. If I want to end this, I can. I won’t sign with fin and flourish. There is no to be continued, no yearning. This is the end. An inky black dot.”
“And what about what you’re leaving behind?”
“I’m not responsible for everyone else’s once upon a time.”
“No, just your end?”
“And yours.”
“Mine?”
“Yes. You’re too consumed with me. I will be your end too. I just won’t be there to see it.”
“Hermione–”
“Don’t speak ill of the dead, Malfoy.”
“You’re not.”
“In a moment. And I’d like it to be peaceful.”
“This is anything but.”
“You’re right. Leave.”
“No.”
“Yes. The end.”
“Granger.”
“The end.”
“Stop. Give it to me.”
“The end.”
“Don’t!”
“The end.”
“You can’t do this! Stop!”
“The end.”
“You’re being selfish.”
“The end.”
“Who laughs in death?”
“The end.”
“Hermione.”
“The end.”