"He said he had all and then most of me, some and now none of me." Draco admitted quietly. He would never forget Harry’s confession. The very words had played on repeat in his head since that day. "I’m haunted by the ghost of him Hermione. And I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this." Draco could feel the sob push out from inside him and Hermione gently hushed him as she pulled him into an awkward side hug. Her own tears sliding silently down her cheeks. 