Slytherin's Draco Malfoy, Hermione loved him.
Crazy love, crazy love, insane love.
Humble.
Whether he lives or dies, as long as he is here.
It doesn't matter whether it's a living person or a dead body.
Her heart beat so fast, a little faster, a little faster, faster than pain, suffocating, faster than death.
He got rid of her as a matter of course after draining a mandrake nut.
"It's time to wake up from your dream, Mudblood." He cast a spell, and she stopped loving him.
How could you forget me, even under "forgetfulness".
He thought about that blood-filled longing and became frantic.
Finally, blood stained the neatly ironed suit shirt. Under the pale green light, his soul was diluted by the cold air at the last moment.
Hermione, you don't love me, you only love yourself.
But he really loved her.
"Mr. Potter, please remember her..." Draco Malfoy used honorifics to Harry Potter for the second time, "Please, if you do live longer than her."
The trajectory was the same as usual, except there was no Slytherin Draco Malfoy.