AN: This is just an angsty, romantic story about Hermione and Tom (Jr., obviously…) which I want to have about twenty or more chapter. Read and Review please, reviews appreciated very much! All chapters are based after Groove Coverage Songs, which is the title of each and every chapter… Enjoy!

"Please kill me, you have to… For me…"

"For you! You'd be dead, don't make me do this…" A fretful voice whimpered.

"No, please, you have to… For the world… For you!"

"A-Avada…" She trailed off.

"No… Keep on going, please." He begged.

"I c-can't." She said in a trembling voice, clutching at his arm. She crawled closer to him on the floor and kissed him on his lips desperately. He broke her off, touching his dry mouth wordlessly. The serious look on his face came back and he kissed her back – showing her that although he had pushed her away he wanted to have her just as much…

"Kill me." She whispered.

A dry tear full of emotion slid down Hermione's cheek absently. It was all over. It was gone. But the world was still dead. The faces Hermione knew of cheerfulness, and the towns full of laughing and happily chatting people was gone. Those days were over.

"Kill you?"

She walked down the corridor with an empty bag swinging at her side, except for her unfinished essay, which she had ignored during class. The entire world seemed to be in black and white and extremely dark shades of gray now… It was all the end.

"Please. I'll be with you…" Her hands grasped desperately and urgently around his dirty, wet shirt.

"I can't kill myself."

"Hitler killed himself." She said to him, but no one laughed. In fact, a ringing silence followed the dreary surroundings.

"It doesn't make sense. Just let me go."

People were waiting for this day. And now, that they're old and gray, they dread the days to come. He was gone. The darkest wizard of all time, that everyone feared to just pronounce his name into the air – was gone. But no one, especially Hermione, was happy about this. The days were more dark and dreary than ever before.

"I don't want to be here. I can't let you go," She murmured into his mouth, as she skimmed her lips against his. "Tell me you don't love me."

"Hermione, McGonagall is waiting for you in transfiguration." A familiar redhead called down the hall. Hermione barely turned her head a few inches.

"I'm not going."

"I love you."

" 'Not going' ? But–"

"I'm sorry, Ron. Just go on. I'll see you at dinner."

"Are you sure?" She asked in a whisper. He nodded, and she could only stifle the tears and sigh.

"Please don't cry…" He told her, brushing his hands over her cheek gently. "It'll make this so much harder."

She swallowed her tear and sorrow in her throat and nodded. "Then maybe you'll stay. I'll cry my soul out if that's what it takes."

Ron stood in the archway wordlessly, somehow debating with himself whether to argue back or not, and then, nodded his agreement slowly before walking off to his classes. Hermione let a tear fall down under her eye. She made no effort to wipe it away.

"That won't help you." He told her softly, smiling slightly. She shook her head as tears started pouring down onto her face and falling onto her neck.

"D-Don't go. P-Please. I couldn't go on without you."

"How do you know?"

"He's gone," Hermione told herself firmly as a memory swam back into her mind. She turned slightly, closed her eyes as to shut out the remembrance of these stories, and sighed out her tears, which still slid out of her eyelashes. "He's gone."

But she didn't want to believe it.

"Because this moment is killing me."

"Don't say that." He warned, and splayed two fingers over her mouth. He leaned forward.

"I need you here."

"No you don't. You didn't need me here a few months ago. Keep on going exactly like you were living… I can't go on."

"Y-You'd get killed." She concluded for him with a shudder.

"I'm not helping your life anyway… Because the end of peace is the end of life."

"B-But love! Love and trust! We have this, and that breaks any troubles!" She grasped at slipping strings with little triumph in her voice and much more pleading.

"No. The end of life ends all happiness." He said firmly, his hands sliding down her jaw.

She closed her eyes in a feeling of a losing battle. "I love you. You never told me any lies."

"That's not much of an argument."

"We'll… we'll fight through. We'll keep everything we had. We'll… we'll see each other in heaven."

Hermione snapped open her eyes with her hand wiping away her remaining tears, briskly letting out a sigh that sounded more like a sob of a moan. She had to let this leave. She had to get over him. He was like poison.

He waited a while before he replied.

"How do you know I'm going to heaven?"

She whimpered and opened her eyes suddenly. Fear burned into them.

"No. You may have done harm, but no, this… this is enough to bring you luck. You're a wonderful person."

Yes. He was like poison running through her veins. She wanted to love him but she had better not touched. She wanted to hold him but her senses hadn't told her to stop. She wanted to kiss him but she wanted it too much. She wanted to taste him but his lips were venomous poison.

After all, he was dead. And she was living.

"Many people would disagree with you on that." He retorted, ghosting his hands down her neck. His fingertips grazed her skin perfectly.

"But I know better."

She had a title now. No one would call her this, of course, but the title murderer burned in her mind. It was basically burned and engraved into stone by flames. And worse, she murdered the one and only person she loved.

"Maybe you do." He stopped his hands from their journey and looked at her thoughtfully.

"I do… We'll see each other when I… when I die."

"But I don't want that."

"I don't want you dead." She responded pointedly.

"That's different. This is for my own good."

"My own good? I love you, how could I do this to you?"

If only she could stop thinking about it. About him. About life with him at her side. People looking at her like she was finally more than just brains and cleverness. To earn the heart of someone so impassive and handsome as him… It brought her into quite a different light from everyone.

He decided not to fight this attempt. He held her jaw and chin in his hand firmly.

"I love you too." He mouthed. She lowered her head in sadness and gave a silent sob.

"We will see each other again."

He laid there unwavering for a moment. Then finally, he spoke.

"Yes. We will."

"I'll be counting the days." She whispered, looking at him.

Maybe he still loved her. But she was just wondering where he was. Was he in heaven, waiting for her to come up?

A picture of him waiting blankly at the sky, an impatient and irritated look on his face crossed her mind. His brow furrowed, him lying gently on miles of soft, fluffy mattresses, ripping a wizarding-picture of them together into pieces and throwing piece by piece into the air crossed her mind.

"Please don't. It'll make me feel so guilty in knowing that I made you do this to yourself…"

"No. I'll kill myself to be with you, I want to be with you – you are my family, I love you…"

"Don't." He concluded, kissing her briefly but sweetly. Unfortunately, she didn't notice it due to her silent sobbing and her tightly closed eyes.

"I c-can't do i-it."

"Please…" He begged, brushing their lips together again in a wet kiss again.

"Avada–" Her voice was shaking uncontrollably. What was she about to do?

She had killed him. And then she could kill herself.

"K-Kedavra…" She finished in a whisper, barely enough to hear screams of pain from the side of her. She closed her eyes more tightly as more tears threatened to burst out in shrieks of cries, but soon watered up her vision. Her bottom lip trembled as the tears squeezed out and clung to her eyelashes lamely. Light was coming through the bottom crack of her eye, and she rolled over shouting into the air for forgiveness. She was yelling – screaming for help – she loved him – what had she done?

If she could kill herself, why didn't he do the same? To save her from most of the guilt and regret…

But she never knew what had happened to him. At that moment, she lay unconscious, still yelling into darkness of trees, her eyes so tightly close they were pushing themselves into the back of her head. She was begging to be killed…

But she never did die, or was she ever never regretting killing him, because Hermione Granger and Tom Riddle were in love, even though one was alive, and one was not.

But love will never die

The End:
My home is in motion, as darkness unfolds.
The air overloaded, the sky stands in gold.
But you went away, you left me to stay
We'll see us in heaven, I'm counting the days
At the end of time, at the end of us,
At the end of everything we had,
Only faith helps you, only grace can do
Only you can take the pain
Cause the end of peace is the end of life
and the end of any happiness
Only love helps you, only trust can do
Only you can take the pain of me
When thunder is calling I feel so alive
The very first morning, can you see the light?
But you closed the door, to what I adored
We'll see us in heaven, I'm counting no more
At the end of time, at the end of us,
At the end of everything we had,
Only faith helps you, only grace can do
Only you can take the pain
Cause the end of peace is the end of life
and the end of any happiness
Only love helps you, only trust can do
Only you can take the pain of me