The closer to the date, the more real things began to feel. Every day started to feel like a preparation for goodbye. Hermione found with a surprise that thinking about her own death was easier. She couldn’t see herself living after killing Draco. Imagining her life without him seemed a cruel joke. A single thought about it set her body aflame. The pain was so intense, that she had a hard time breathing. Her life before him seemed distant and unreal. Saving his life seemed the more logical solution. He had to live. Draco had parents that would grief, he had so many ambitions and chances. Taking that away from him would be cruel.