After everything had put itself together, he stared into space for a moment, just wondering what could have caused her to do anything this drastic. Especially since he had noticed the books that had been lying on the floor, out of their covers. Under any normal circumstances, she never would have done anything like that, at least not to books.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Their eyes locked for a moment before she jerked her wrist away.

However, he noticed that she didn’t rush from the room this time.

“Do you hate me that much?” he asked, barely louder than a whisper.

“Why do you even ask me that?”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

She paused, and looked right at him. “Aren’t you even going to answer me?” he looked at her a moment before speaking.

“I’m not sure if I should. It seems that every time I open my mouth I get in trouble”

She opened her mouth to say something, then immediately closed it. He had a point, she realised, as much as she hated to admit it.
 
 
 

  “Hermione?” Draco whispered this time, almost urgently, tapping the table.

    She nodded distractedly as he took the seat beside her, on her right.

    Harry who was seated at her left, took a double take.

    “What is he doing?” he asked, completely baffled by what was going on.

    She shifted in her seat, pushed her hair over one shoulder and said, “Sitting down for class.”

“Hiya, Hermione,” Harry said, looking relieved to don’t have to be studying as he slid down to make room for her.

 “ Hi, Harry,” she said.

 “Cheer up, Hermione,” he said, “it’s nearly Christmas.What could be better than that?.”

 

 “Just tell me one thing,” he said, in a voice so low that he might not have spoken at all.

She looked at him expectantly.

His eyes stared into hers. “Is it true?”

  Harry sat down in the armchair that was across from the sofa where Draco re-seated himself. 

After an awkward moment of silence, Draco said, “Hermione’s already in her room, asleep I assume.”

 “She isn’t the one that I came to see. You are.” 

 “I didn’t mean for it to make you cry,” he said. “I thought that this would make you happy.” 

She sniffed and looked t him. “I am happy. In fact, I don’t think anything could have made me happier.” 

 It couldn't be, Hermione thought. It just couldn't be. 

 “Ronald Weasley! What is the meaning of this?” He had shot up in bed to find himself face to face with his mother. A groan escaped before he could hold it back.



“Do NOT groan and grumble at me, mister. Don’t you think you have a bit of explaining to do?”

 Part 3 of the story picks up a bit of time after Part 2 has ended... what has been happening with the characters? 

 “Harry!” 

“Hmm?”

“Are you awake or not?” 

“I’m awake, I’m awake,” he said, trying to focus. 

“Good. I thought you might like to meet the world’s newest Malfoy.” 

 “Today, we are were to remember the life of one, Draco Lucius Malfoy, who left from us this earth too soon,” began the High Wizard as the service began.

 Ginny sat down beside her, and patted her hand. “You never did tell me the results of the test. But it was positive, wasn’t it?” 

 
She nodded. It still all felt like a dream, more like a horrible nightmare. 

 All thoughts of this left however, when she heard her own name being called to the front of the courtroom. 



She swallowed nervously several times, taking in deep breaths, and then made her way to the chair. 

 Was she dying? Was that what everything was finally coming down to? That she was dying, and Draco had come back to her, so that they could walk on together? And what about the baby? What about Scorpius? 

Alive. Draco was alive.

It had been days, and still Hermione was having trouble believing that it was real. It was almost ironic, had it had taken her so long to accept Draco’s death, and now here she was, having to accept the fact that he was alive.

 
Think! The voices in Ron’s head were speaking to him once again. It wouldn’t leave him alone and he couldn’t understand why it was bothering him so much. What was it about that night that kept haunting him?