Okay, The end of it! i really liked writing it. I of course don't think it was that good my punctuation adn everything needs a lot of work whoo! But whatever practice makes perfect(: Okay so I hope you enjoy this! Please review(:

Hermione never said goodbye to Ron and Harry at the end of school.

She sat in her own compartment on the train.

She didn't go to the burrow like she always did.

She went home in silence.

When Hermione got to her home she didn't share her parent's enthusiasm for her homecoming. They didn't understand. They let her alone to deal with whatever had happened. They thought it would be something magic related and they would never understand.

Hermione prepared herself the next day for Draco's funeral. She tried at least. There was a big empty feeling inside her. She knew that all her pain will never end.

Hermione opened her closet and found at the very back a black mid-length long sleeved dress that hugged her body. Her hair was in perfect ringlets and half up.

She arrived to the manor a little early, his parents weren't even ready. Draco was outside in the front; his casket open for the world to his porcelain face. Hermione looked up to the house and ran to the white casket that was underneath a beautiful tree. It looked like he ws sleeping and that he would wake up soon but he wouldn't. The thought of him not coming back weaken Hermione some more. She closed her eyes and a tear fell on his cheek. It rolled down his face and left a spot on his black suit.

Hermione bent down to get a better look at his face and kissed his lips. They were cold and felt like a piece of glass on her warm pink lips.

Her arm was resting on the edge of the casket and she just stared at the face of Draco Malfoy. The mourning girl was in the same position for thirty minutes until she heard people coming down to the lawn. She ran to a tree that was far enough for her to not be noticed but close enoughn for her to see and hear what was happening.

"I want to th-th-thank you all for coming to our son's funeral. His deathisvery terrible and I-I-I don't know how things will ever be the same. So without further ado let father smith take over before I lose it." Narcissa Malfoy did the best she could at holding herself together.

"Today is a sad day for everyone in many different ways. Draco was very young and his life was just starting..."

Hermione stopped listening and slid down the tree and lost it. Hearing how his life was starting when it ended made her think of how her life could have been if he hadn't of died. Nothing could replace her happiness she had. Hermione composed herself once again and saw his family. Someone had looked up and saw her. She hid quickly behind the tree and hoped that whoever it was never saw her.

"What are you doing?" A shrill voice cracked. Hermione's heart beat became faster and faster. She looked and Bellatrix Lestrange.

"I'm here for the funeral." She lowered her head.

"A mud-blood? Why would a mud-blood be at Draco's funeral." Bellatrix circled Hermione like a vulture.

"I-I-I wanted to pay my respects."

"A mud-blood paying respects to a pure-blood? A mud-blood's worst enemy. I'm not buying it." Bellatrix crossed her arms and glared at Hermione. "Why are you here? Trying to the noble thing and get us arrested?!" Her voice was raising.

"No, I wanted to say good-bye. We were in-" She stopped and just looked down at her feet.

"Were what?" Bellatrix put her hand in her pocket and grabbed her wand. She pointed it to Hermione right under her chin.

"Nothing." she gasped. She wanted to run but couldn't. Bellatrix lowered her wand and eyed Hermione.

Hermione had to do something before she let something slip out. The only thing she could was run. So she did. No one noticed her surprisingly enough. They were too caught up in the moment of the funeral.

Her shoes were kicked off and she was barefoot trying to maneuver around in her tight dress. Hermione sprinted to the street the manor was on. The cobblestone was cold and damp. There was really no where to run to but she had too do something and that was she could do. Bellatrix was shooting at her with red and green curses. The lights were going past her everywhere. They hit trees and fences. Hermione tried to get out her wand but the pace of her run wouldn't let her. The sun was setting and darkness was starting to swallow her. She reached the edge of a forest and hesitated to enter it but did.

"Crucio!" A red jet had shot from Bellatrix's wand and hit Hermione square in the back. She fell witha scream and thud to the ground on the side of a house. She grabbed her body that was shaking with pain. Her heart was beating like it was going to explode any second.

She knew that she had to get up. With everything she had she got up. There was a scent of blood. She looked down and saw a deep, giant gash on her left leg. Hermione had fallen on a fairly large rock. The sight of blood made her woozy. It didn't stop her though. Time was on her side for once. Bellatrix was farther away. The flustered girl grabbed her wand and yelled "Expelliarmus!"

A jet of of scarlet light flew from her vine wood and dragon heartstring core wand. The frightened girl didn't wait around to see if she had hit her target she kept running. Her breathingwas getting faster and harder. Her heart was working harder to get blood flowing to her veins. The running made her head pound like it was getting hit repeatedly witha hammer. Her feet were sore and bleeding from being bare and from tripping and stumbling. The cuts she had recieved were bleed and throbbing.

Bellatrix was still on the move. Why she was coming after Hermione was very clear: She was a mud-blood and Harry Potter's best friend who would be glad to get the lot of death eaters arrested or killed. Bellatrix moved closer and closer watching Hermione struggle to get away. Her heart was pounding so fast and hard that it might just jump right out her chest. Her eyes were cold as ice. Her legs growing weak. The deep pain of her inflamed cuts was becoming to unbearable to go on. She knew that she to keep going on if she wanted to see her friends and another day at Hogwarts.

It was like a slow motion part of a movie. Bellatrix's lips moved delicatly, her strong jaw moving up and down, her eyes full malice. Her voice screeched. "Crucio!" The red blast came fro the tip of the wand and twirled to the target.

Hermione screamed a milk curdling scream and bent to graound slowly. Her body jerked violently, rocking from side to side, and her arms and legs were bent in toward her body. The pain was unbearable. She wanted to die. Anything to make the pain stop.

"Givin' up?" Bellatrix circeled Hermione and smiled at Hermione. "It'll be over soon. Just answer me one question. Why were you really at Draco's funeral?" She lowered her wand and kneeled to the ground next to Hermione. Hermione was still twitching and wimpering. Hermione's eyes were blank and dress ripped. She opened her mouth but no sound came out. "No answer? Well, how rude I must say. No matter though, no one will care what your last words you mud-blood. Scum of the earth just like your muggle parents." Bellatrix clicked her tongue and stood very proud; wand raised and ready to kill.

Bellatrix saw a bright white light out from the corner of her eye. Hermione saw it too.

The light was flying towards them. Bellatrix was a little frightened because her face dropped and her eyes shone without hate.

Hermione shifted her eyes towards the source but didn't see a thing. She only saw the white light in the darkness of the night. Hermione felt safe with the light though.

As the light reached them it was like a rocket being set off. It hit Bellatrix from the side. Her scream made anyone's eardrums shatter. She was taken off to the other end of the forest. Hermione saw her being blasted and then she closed her eyes.

It was like a dream that seemed to take three nights to finish. Hermione fluttered her eyes and scrunched her nose as she awoke to partial darkness. The sun was waking up over hills of green. The sky was turning a pink and purple color.

Hermione sat up in her bed. She was dressed in her destroyed dress. Her arms and legs were sore and weak. Her cuts have disappeared like Madame Pomfrey had done a house call. Her head was pounding like a giant bass drum. Her heart was beating normally again. Last, her throat was so dry that she couldn't make a single sound.

Hermione had been far away from her home when she went to the funeral. How did she get back? She remembered the entire night with ease. The most vivid image from the night though was the white light that had saved her.

Hermione sat up and went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of blue and pink stripped pajama pants and a over sized, gray sweatshirt that read "London" in big bold letters. She threw off her dress, pulled on her alternate pair of clothes, and slipped on her favorite green slippers. Hermione threw her hair up into a side ponytail and sat back down on her four poster bed in her comforting, neat, warm room. As she did so something caught her eye. It was her school trunk. She hated seeing it unopened and unpacked. She felt messy with things sitting in the middle of her floor. So being the neat freak she is, she kneeled down and opened it. There were many things from the past school year that she desperately wanted to throw away so she wouldn't have to think of the year.

Hermione got to the bottom of the trunk and saw a letter. She looked at the letter with confusion. How did it get there? The letter had no return address just her name written perfectly. Hermione reached in and reluctantly grabbed it. She used her small finger to open the seal very carefully not to rip the entire envelope. Inside it read:

Dearest Hermione,

If you are reading this I have probably not succeeded in my mission and horrible things have happened like my death. I know that things have not ended like we wanted them to. That's life. This year was the best of my life. Having you with me through everything has made my life worth living. I know that not having you is like not having a piece of my soul. You are my soul, my love, my best friend I have ever had. No one will replace your spot in my heart. Everything will be okay, it might take a long time but you are very strong. Hey, you gave me a good punch in third year. As time goes on memories will fade and i will hopefully be just a another chapter in your life. I don't want you to forget our love though. I know it was something real and something that will never be replaced. I wanted to change my destiny and I did. I left without the guilt of hurting anyone I didn't want to well, except you. I know you are hurting. You will be until you are ready to let go. I don't think I will ever let go, but it doesn't matter because I'll be gone. I have had so many girlfriends and flings but I have never had a real love to cherish. When I was with you I did have a real love. My very first love. Not a date, or fling but LOVE. It means something. Now, last but not least, I want you to be happy. I have a feeling that you and Weaslywill be happy together. You compliment each other very well. I know you two will be happy. Be happy with what you have right now: great friends like Potter and the Weasel. I wish I had that when I was still here but I had you and that filled the void. I wish things had turned out different. I wish you could'vebeen one with my family. My mother is probably taken this very hard. If you ever see in your life after all this war rubbish tell her that I love her and that I broke her favorite vase when I was twelveand that it wasn't the house elf. Anyways do what makes you happy and remember that I will be with you and that I will be there when you need me you just ,may not always be able to see me. I Love You.

All My Love,

Draco.

P.S. I want you have this.

Hermione had tears flow down her face that fell to the piece of parchment and it smeared the ink. She smiled at the letter. She finished reading and looked in the envelope and pulled out an emerald ring on a chain. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry and a Malfoy family hierloom. She loved it but couldn't bear to ever wear it.

Hermione wondered Draco's suggestine to be with Ron. She could see it but wondered if it would ever work out. She smiled and read the letter again and again. The letter beared all of Draco's love and it was what she wanted. To know that he loved her unconditionally right to the very end. Draco got what he wanted. He changed his destiny and wouldn't go back for anything except maybe Hermione.

A/N So I was thinking of an epilouge...

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