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Summary: Draco Malfoy is dead, but the question is, who did it? And what did Hermione Granger have to do with it? Did she and Draco have a secret love life? Professor McGonagall is going to discover every secret, and some that she couldn't even imagine to be there...

Okay, this is supposed to be after the war, and everybody has gone back to Hogwarts to get their last year

Professor McGonagall made her way trough the crowd, and looked at the body.

It was true.

Draco Malfoy was dead.

The question is, who did it? She looked around at the students, some were crying, others were shocked, but nobody looked thrilled. Even Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy' nemesis were crying. The tears didn't stop. "Everybody, go back to your common houses. Except for the prefects.

Hermione was the last to leave the room, and when she did, she looked back at Draco, and mouthed a goodbye.

McGonagall looked after her, but turned to the remaining students. "Do you have any idea, who did this?"

The students shook their heads. "Haven't anybody been with Mr. Malfoy today?" Blaise stepped forward. "We have been together all morning. He seamed tired, like, he hadn't been sleeping all night. And the weird thing was that that Granger girl also seamed tired. When we went to the great hall for lunch, he said that he had to do something, and he walked away with Granger. I didn't see him since."

McGonagall nodded. "Okay. Everybody, off to bed, but be careful."

It seams like I need a talk with miss Granger.

Hermione walked into professor McGonagall' office. Her eyes were red and swollen. McGonagall were a bit shocked to see her like that.

"Sit down." Hermione did, as she was told. McGonagall looked closely at her, but Hermione looked away, avoiding eye contact.

"Now, miss Granger, Hermione, I know that it's hard to watch someone you've known for many years death, but it wasn't like you two were best buddies, or hommies, or whatever it is you kids call it these days... but I don't understand why you're crying so much."

Hermione looked down at her hands. She should have known that people would suspect her crying, but she hadn't thought about it. When she didn't answer McGonagall went on with her questions.

"But maybe you two were good friends. I mean, some have seen you walk off together." McGonagall tried to read Hermione' expression, but she kept looking down at her hands, afraid that if she did meet McGonagall' look that she would spill everything, but she looked up anyway.

"I didn't kill him," she said. McGonagall smiled at her. "Of course not. I wouldn't have suspected you for that. But I have to be sure. I need to do this to every student, who've known Mr Malfoy, so if you would just sit still please."

McGonagall walked around the desk, and pointed her wand towards Hermione. It reached her head, and McGonagall pulled it back, with a string of memories. "I'll give them back to you when I don't need them anymore. You may leave."

Hermione did as she was told, and professor McGonagall dived into Hermione Granger' memories.

"No, we can't!" Hermione yelled with a smile, while he was dragging her down the hallways shadow.

"Come on, nothing will happen," his reply were. "Weren't you the one that said that we couldn't get caught?" she smiled at him, when he faced her.

"Yeah. So?" Hermione started to laugh.

"So, don't you think that it won't be a secret anymore if we come walking, or running, hand in hand down to the lake, where almost every student is sitting?" The boy also started to laugh.

"But aren't you tired of all this secrecy?" Hermione shook her head.

"Can't you remember what happened to the last couple from such different worlds?"

The boy went quiet. Like he was thinking. "Eh, when was the last time that happened?"

Hermione shook her head. "It didn't. It never has, and it probably never will. There will be talk."

The boy face weren't excited anymore. "Why do you care what they think? They'll think what they'll think, and we can't do anything about it! And besides, I like the idea of addressing you as my girlfriend," he said with a smirk. That stopped Hermione.

"G-girlfriend?" she stuttered.

"Yeah. What else would I address you as, a broomstick?" She started to laugh at that comment. The boy smiled at her. "I love your laugh, have I ever told you that?" Hermione nodded.

"And I love you, have I ever told you that?" she said with a smiled. Instead of replying the boy leaned in for a kiss, when they heard someone walking down the hallway.

"I love you too," he said, as he stepped back. The sunlight hit his yellow-white hair.

The scenery changed.

Hermione was sitting in the courtyard, reading. It was evening in February.

"Now, what is a girl like you, doing outside in this cold?" a voice sounded from behind her. She smiled at him, and held up her book.

"And what are you doing out here?" she asked with a smile. The smile was returned.

"Watching the girl that I love."

New scene.

"In here. Nobody is there," a boy told Hermione, while dragging her into an empty classroom. He made sure that the door was closed properly, before turning back to Hermione. And they started to make out. The classroom was dark. Not a light was in there, so if someone had been looking in the windows, they wouldn't be able to see anything. But that meant the same to the ones inside. They weren't able to see if someone outside was looking at them, or if there were someone inside whom were, but McGonagall didn't notice the person who was staring at the two lovers, with a terrified expression on her face. But then it changed to a new look. A look of vengeance.

Another new scene.

Hermione was walking down the stairs, and went into the classroom, where she had met him every evening, but when she entered, she saw something she hadn't been prepared for. She dropped her books, and started to walk into the classroom. She bent down next to the body, and took it's hand. She looked at him. At his blond hair, his grey eyes, his cheeks, his lips, his hands. And she looked back on all the memories that they had had together.

She started to check for a pulse, but there weren't any. His heart didn't beat. She leaned in and kissed him on his cold lips. She pulled back, and looked into his eyes, knowing that he would never hear her say it again: "I love you Draco Malfoy."

McGonagall got out of the memories. She was in shock.