She found him in a pool of his own blood, barely breathing right outside his own house. Tears streamed down her face, as she held his hand, whispered soft nothings, trying to make him hold on long enough till help arrived; but it was too late. The damage had been done. In a last ditch event to save him, she sank her fangs into his neck, trying to inject enough venom to convert him, but he was so drained of blood, no amount of venom could save him.
He used the little strength he had left in him to look up, into her eyes. “I-I waited fo-for you, Gr-Granger. I g-got bored. Gue-guess boredom really kills huh.” He choked out a laugh as he used his last breaths,” thi-think we weren’t meant for a hap-happy ending in thi-this life, eh?” He squeezed her hand as the last ounce of energy left his body, as his soul finally left his body. The only source of light in her dark world, the sun to her moon, the angel to her devil and her mate had been cruelly snatched away from her.
At that moment she hated him. She hated him for going somewhere she couldn’t follow. She hated him for promising to always be there for her, making her believe that promise and then leaving anyway. But how could she truly hate him when she loved him so much, when she feels so incomplete without him.
She screamed and cried begging for him to come back, begging for God to have taken her instead, but it was done. It was over and it was too late. She sat there for hours holding his body to her chest and wept when a team of 10 aurors finally arrived, they tried pulling her away from Draco but she fought back and her pain gave way to another feeling inside of her, a blinding hot wave of rage, a thirst for revenge, a thirst for the blood of those who took him away from her. Red coloured her vision and within minutes the aurors were dead. Some drained of blood, other’s body parts ripped out, while 2 were flung across buildings. The old Hermione would have felt guilty, but not this one. She was far too starved for vengeance for when Draco died he took her heart with him. She was cold and unfeeling now and she would stop at nothing to bring him justice. She would rip apart every person, every land, everything for Draco.
She gently lifted Draco and entered the apartment. She cleaned the blood from his clothes and tucked him into the bed to make it as though he were simply sleeping. Hermione kissed his forehead and moved away from him.
She looked at him once more just before she left, “I’ll find my way back to you, in one life or another, I promise.” She turned away from him and exited the apartment.
Once outside, she lifted the knife that had been stabbed into Draco and took in the scent of its owner. She took a deep breath, ran her tongue over her fangs before moving at the speed of lightning as she followed Mulciber’s scent. He was about to meet his end and it would not be pretty. He had taken away her mate, well, she would take away everything he held dear. The clock was ticking, and his time was up.