A/N: a little something I thought of. Read Review & Enjoy!!!

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She is Dead

Hermione Granger was dead.

She had died, flipped the bucket, gone to the other side, seen the light anything you want to call dying. Slowly but surely as the day came closer her essence had disappeared. Sure, if you walked to Flourish and Blotts you'd see her waving picture on the cover of her bestselling book. If you listened hard enough you could hear her lecturing her two best friends, Harry and Ron, about something they were doing wrong yet again or laughing in the delicate way only she could. She was fearless… very powerful, but even more beautiful, maybe not by the usual standards as some would agree, but beautiful in the very basic essence of the word.

She was gone. Gone.

It was so bloody quick. Faster than light, so much faster.

What? Why? When? But I think most importantly… how?

A question answered with another question, the hardest way to find the answer.

She was a know-it-all, bucktoothed, bushy haired, muggle-born witch. Her best friends Harry, the boy-who-wouldn't-kick-the-bucket-already, and Ron, carrot-top freckled Weasley, were always at her side.

She was wearing a beautiful ivory gown covered with delicate gold and silver prints that crisscrossed in a manner that could not be traced even by the most critical eye. Her wild, once untamable curls fell down her back in a cascade silky goodness adorned with miniscule flowers. Wild flowers, like she is. They hung around her pale heart shaped face and rosy cheeks.

BAM! She felt gob smacked when it her, just like that. Her pale skin had turned if possible paler, the color draining out of her face. The energy in her body drained away all at once like it had been sucked out of her. The butterflies that flitted around her stomach dropped dead.

But strangely she felt…bliss.

She was finally liberated, boundless, limitless, released, free of charge and so much more.

Draco Malfoy had been waiting for this day forever whether he had known or not. He had annoyed the hell out of everyone with his jumpy movements. But it finally happened. The adrenaline surged through his veins making him feel on top of the world. Though he knew it was to happen, he was shocked all the same. Hermione Jean Granger had died, at such a young age.

She had died on her wedding day.

Pity, wasn't it?

She had made small steps towards the altar. Biting her heavily made up lip, holding the bouquet so hard the flowers surely had fallen off. Avoiding eye contact to all the grinning faces especially him.

She had to be brave.

In what seemed like eternity it happened to the relief or anxiousness of others. Claps, hoots and sniffles filled the room.

Hermione Granger died.

In her place walked… Hermione Malfoy with husband in tow.