Summary: They have always hated each other, right? Wrong! There was a time where things used to be different; where they loved each other. A time, where his life was brutally taken away. Hermione is feeling guilty so she uses time to save him, but at what cost?

Chapter 1: Memories

"I'm sick of your attitude Malfoy!" She shouted angrily as she tried to reach a book at the highest shelf.

"It isn't my fault you Gryffindors can't even watch where you are going." He replied impatiently.

"Merlin! You're impossible; it's always the same argument!" She said crossing her arms defiantly. "When are you going to learn some new things to say?"

"Like what Granger?" He asked approaching her. "By the way, you do know you can use you wand?" Malfoy whispered near her ear sending shivers through her spine, she looked up to meet his silver eyes and then he grabbed her by the waist.

"What the hell are you-" She was silenced by the touch of his lips against hers. At first she tried to push away but then she started to kiss him back; however after a few seconds, reality hit her and she smacked him on the face. "Don't you ever do that again!" Hermione hissed, feeling her cheeks growing hot.

"What? Oh come on, Granger." Malfoy started smirking. "You kissed me back."

"You wish, Malfoy." She said blushing slightly.

Was it night or day? What time was it? Was anyone around? She didn't cared, nothing mattered anymore. Her life was over.

She looked like a ghost as she was getting paler each day that went by. If it weren't for them, she would be gone but now, she needed to stay strong… for Harry.

Her heart was aching, her eyes had no more tears to cry and her throat was dry. Hermione tried to smile at the mirror. She didn't recognize it. That wasn't her smile… no… not like she used to at least. Not the smile she used to give it to him.

She was trying to stop crying and tried to get away from him. She hated that he was seeing her like this, this weak. But he held her, pulled her against him and whispered. "It's okay to cry." So she did, she cried as he held her and placed kisses on her forehead.

After she stopped, Draco pulled her away from him, cupped her chin in his cold hands and kissed her softly. All her problems seemed to be fading away as she grew lost in his kisses. Suddenly he pushed her against a tree and deepened the kiss. She wrapped her legs around him as they explored each other. She broke the kiss gasping for air and stared into his calm eyes.

"I- I should go." She told him blushing as she realized the position she put herself to.

Hermione hugged herself and cursed the memories… those damn memories that wouldn't stop invading her mind. That wouldn't stop to make her feel guilty. That wouldn't stop from hurting her. All she wanted was to forget. To be able to live again and not to stay stuck into the past.

Oh, Hermione… What have you done?

He had tried to save her… to save her friends… to save their world. It was all because of her; it didn't have any other explanation. Only if she had controlled her emotions… only if she had stopped it before it got to complicated. Now, now he was gone and things will never be the same.

She didn't even have the chance to get one last kiss. One last smile or one last hug.

"Hermione?" Harry asked as he walked inside her room.

"Mm?" She answered looking away from the mirror. "Is it time to go?"

"Yeah… if you need more time we-"

"No. It's fine." The bushed haired witch answered forcing her facial muscles to force a smile. "I'm ready to go."

Harry nodded and smiled at his friend. She had been so distant since Draco died. Her smiles were forced, everyone could see that. He held her hand as both walked downstairs to meet the others. Hermione smiled weakly at her friends.

"Ready?" Ron asked her softly.

She nodded, and one by one went to the fireplace and threw some floo powder, the words "Godric's Hollow'schurch" leaving their mouth.

As they arrived to the church, Hermione held back a sob. She had to be strong, for her sake. Harry waited for her at the exit. She glanced around, that church was beautiful.

"Mione?"

Harry called out to get her attention. She jerked her head towards him and nodded. She walked slowly as if her feet were weighting each one hundred pounds.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked her, his emerald eyes searching her chocolate ones.

"I'm sure." She told him sighing.

After a few minutes of walking in absolute silence, they finally arrived. Godric's Hollow's Cemetery. A pang in her heart threatened to explode at any minute now. She walked a head of her friends and reached his tomb. It was the newest tomb that the cemetery had. In the white cold stone could be read the following:

Here lies Draco Malfoy

1980 – 1999

Hermione petit fingers touched the cold stone. It sent shivers through her body. The thought, the awful thought that he was right there, not breathing, under the earth was making her nauseous.

"Why?" She whispered closing her eyes. "Why did you leave me?"

Harry, Ron and Ginny stood behind her. The three of them, observed their heart broken friend. Ginny was holding Harry's hand. Seeing Hermione like that was hurting her. Not being able to do a thing to ease her friend's pain was taunting her. The red haired girl squeezed Harry's hand looking for reassurance, for comfort. What if that happened to her? What if her love was also taken away?

"I can't Draco." Hermione said shaking her head, her tears falling down her pale, tiring face. "I can't keep living this way… not without you." Then her knees failed her causing her to fall on the floor.

Ron was about to help her when Harry stopped him. She needed to let her feelings go. She needed to say goodbye.

"I just don't know what to do with myself." She said staring at his tomb. "Do you even know how much it hurts? Not to be able to hear that you love me one more last time." Her throat was starting to fail her.

She had been walking lost in her thoughts through Hogsmeade. She had lied to her friends about going to check out the new book shop. She just needed time to be alone.

"Malfoy?" She asked quietly, not believing in her eyes.

He stood there staring at her, he opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but nothing came out, and he closed it again.

"Hi." He finally said after a minute.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him. Her eyes were questioning, not in an angry way, but curiously. She had looked upset at first when she had seen him standing there observing her, but not after when she noticed the look of concern in his eyes.

"Well- I- "He started, staring deep into her chocolate quizzical eyes. "I saw you leaving the three broomsticks, you looked upset and I guess… I- j-just wanted to see if you were okay."

"Oh?" She said surprised and shocked, trying to process what he just said before she continued. "Well, yes. I'm okay."

They stood there staring at each other until Hermione reacted at last. She started to walk away but to her surprise so did Malfoy

"So what made you come up here?" He asked.

"I-" She hesitated not really knowing what to answer. "I just needed to be alone for a while." She said uncomfortably

Draco looked into her eyes and tried to read into them but she looked away instantly. He raised his left eyebrow. "I know what you mean." He said honestly. "Sometimes you just need to get away from everything."

"Yeah." She mumbled her eyes locked on a small leaf that kept being thrown around in the light breeze.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He risked smiling at her.

"No." She said hastily.

"No? Well why don't you let me guess…mmmh… was that weasel boy, wasn't it?" He asked.

"What? No." She answered confused.

"Ah! You like him, don't you! Don't deny it." He said, his eyes searching the answer in hers, which looked at him in confusion.

"He's just a friend." She answered, trying to avoid the real question.

Draco smiled and leaned closer, her eyes closed and he smirked closing his as well. He placed his hand on her cheeks and gently brushed his lips to hers.

"I was hoping you would say that." He said in a whisper.

There was nothing to do now. He was gone. He wouldn't be back, now the only option left was to try to forget… but how could she forget, what defined her as a person? How could she forget that he was gone because of her? How could she say goodbye? No. She had to do something, she had… she had to save him.

She stood up with new strengths and stared at her friends. She smiled at them. Everything would be okay…


Days passed by and her friends were extremely surprised at how well Hermione was dealing with everything after that day at the cemetery. They were happy about it, but they couldn't also stop wondering that something was not right. A bad feeling was haunting them.

Hermione got a new job at Hogwarts as Professor McGonagall assistant. She was extremely glad that Dumbledore had offered it to her. It meant that her mission was going to be soon completed. She couldn't stop thinking, fearing that the headmaster suspected of her. No. It couldn't be, she was tremendously careful.

"Come on guys, I'll be home for Christmas." She assured them as Harry hugged her tightly.

"And don't forget to owl us." Ginny said, stomping her feet.

Hermione smiled and waved them goodbye as she apparated to Hogsmeade. His smile present in her thoughts was the reason of her strength to carry on.


A/N: Okay people. PHEW! Let's see what you think alright? I really want to keep up with this story and I'll probably will anyway. But it's nice to see what you think. Do I need any improvements? Any tips? any Critics? OR if you feel like you want to help writing this story msg me! Two minds are better than one!!!! Thanks for reading.