Hermione zabini ??

ironic isn't it

A few months later

I lush the door open with my shoulder as I go into our house
'Draco I'm home' I called into our manor,
voldermort had a whole manor built as a wedding present for us at first we said we couldn't except it but he insisted so here we are

'Draco!' I called even louder walking around seeing of he is in,I came to the assumption that he must not be
I walk into our kitchen I put my bag on the table and pull my phone out of the front pockets off my black coat as I hang it up I see it flashes and I check my notification 

Hubby -'Hey sorry works crazy, I will be working late will pick up some food on the way home, I love you'

I quickly replying to him and check ny insta feed i havent posted for a while so i upload a photo from the other day wjem we went out and ironically captioned it,       
  - our blissful lives
You will understand why I said ironic in a little while
I tag him and put my phone on the kitchen table and go and grab a glass of water.
The ice cold water glides down my throat and I place the empty cup in the dish washer I here the door creak open i thoight draco said he would be working late I sharply turn around but see nothing
"Draco dear are you home" I say listening for a reply
My heartbeats faster as I fear someone could be here bit I type and convince myself otherwise I must be hearing things 

Black

Everything turns black all the lighting goes and I can't see it scramble around trying to find my phone for the torch light on the table but I can't I here footsteps getting closer and closer my wand is in my coat pocket bit I won't get it

I scream out louder and louder begging for help but seeking none

I feel hands wrapping around me and slam me into the table, the solid marble crashes into my back making me scream in pain
I feel a fresh slap cross my face

"Shut up bitch!" A deep voice says
My back is yanked forward then slammed back into the table I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming I welcome like my bones are breaking this is a strong and powerful person 

I feel his ruff lips crash into mine
His grip tightens around my waist I try and push him off but he slams me into the counter again

"Please stop,I beg of you" I plead hearing the desperation in my voice,

"I said shut up!" he screamed again yanking my hair vigorously I feel him reach for something behind me and he open a draw my breath hitches as I wonder what he looks for

I can only see his sick and devilish smirk through window light as he pulls something out of the draw he moves his arm to my head

I feel something cold and metal being dragged along my head I feel piercing pain as the knife dragging from across from my eyebrow down my face to my lips
Blood oozes out and the pain is unbearable
I shut my eyes and prepare for death
There is no point in praying someone will come and save me
Cause that would just be false hope that won't come.

This is how I will die

I pray that draco will find a new love and not mourn over me forever

I pray my family can move past this eventually

I pray, I pray he gives me a quick and painless death but I feel as though he may give me the exact opposite,
I

t's ironic that earlier I captioned that photo our blissful lives it shows how social media
And I prepare for hell because the devil has arrived