Home

Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the idea to the story. I own neither the Harry Potter Universe which belongs to one Joanne K Rowling nor the song 'Home' by Michael Bublé.

A/N: Big thank you to my beta blue-eyed-blonde12 who helped me make this story good :)

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The war is over. I have changed. A lot. I hate my father, especially for killing his own wife, my beloved mother. Until I had experienced real, pure love, she had been the most important person in my life. I had wanted to protect her…I had failed…she was dead. That had opened my eyes completely. My father is in Azkaban, the dementors had given him the Kiss a while ago.

And then you came, the love of my life. After my mother's death, you have been the most important person in my life. You told me you were pregnant. We were so happy. I never wanted to become like my father, and I never will. Because you're dead. Again, I couldn't protect one of my loved ones. I feel so guilty. The Dark Lord is defeated now, big Harry Potter has won the war. But I lost it. I lost you. I lost our twins and you. I lost everything. And it's my fault.

I guess my father was right all along, I am a loser, a shame for his family.

I'm now a manager in a big English company and have to travel around Europe, America and sometimes Asia. Yes, I have a Muggle-job. You were Muggleborn.

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know

Yes, I miss you, I miss them so much, but I can't do anything.

I go to all places in the world, but can't enjoy them, it's always business…I miss you, oh how I do! I miss you, the love of my life. You were so special. Indescribable.

And I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
"I'm fine baby, how are you?"
Well I would send them but I know that it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another airplane
Another sunny place
I'm lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I've got to go home

Let me go home
I'm just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
But this was not your dream

But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I'm surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

I want to be with you now, without you I'm lonely. Don't have a clue how I've been able to make it always and always again, being parted from you by an indescribable distance.

Let me go home
I've had my run
Baby, I'm done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all right
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home

I'll take a break. No, not a break – I'm retiring. Forever. From now on, I'll be there for you, I'll be home, I come home. Home, I almost forgot what it is…

They say home is where your loved ones are.

Soon, I'll be able to remember home again.. Then I'll be with you again. Forever. I'm coming home, Hermione, in a few moments nothing will part us again.

As Draco Malfoy took his wand slowly out of his pocket to train it on himself, he thought about what he left behind. He would do it.

"Now." he whispered, scarcly audible, but there wasn't anyone who could have heard him anyway. Of course he had friends. Hell, he was even friends with Potter and Weasley now. Then there was Blaise, who was like a brother to him. The only person remaining whom he blindly trusted. He loved him, but Blaise couldn't give him the kind of love only Hermione could provide, no one could.

These were Draco Malfoy's last words and thoughts before using an Unforgivable Curse for the last time in his life.

He hadn't wanted to use one of them anymore, but this was a special situation.

He fixed his wand on himself and when he spoke the two words that would end his life, a ray of green light came forth. He fell to the floor. The last thing he saw before everything went black was the framed picture of a pregnant Hermione which stood on the mantelpiece.

The wand slipped out of his hand to roll on the floor. It stopped several meters away from him.

This was the scene Blaise found the next morning when he Apparated into Draco's penthouse suite in London to take him out for breakfast.

Three days later, Draco was buried next to his wife, Hermione Malfoy, in attendance of those who had been closest to him.

THE END

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