Title: Bleeding Hearts
Author: RebelSheepSayMoo aka Brittany
Genre: Angst/Romance
Character Pairings: Draco and Hermione
Rateing: R or M for mature themes dealing with suicide and depression, a bit of language.
Summary: It was the memory of him that kept her alive.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot.

A/N: This is a re-write. The first attempt of this story just wasn't going the way I wanted it to. I wasn't pleased with the layout and over all style so I wanted to start over. Most of the story is the same... I think. I still don't know the exact direction I'm taking this, but hopefully it will end up more of what I had originally intended. Please bear with me and thank you to everyone who kept up with the first draft. I apologize.

Prologue - Memories

The clouds rolled by slowly as she kept her eyes fixed on them. Cradling herself in the large chair, she slowly thumbed over the old, tattered frame locked in her grip. The photo in the frame was indeed a very worn out one. The figures in it still had the same smiles on their faces from the day it was taken so long ago. It was all she had left to remind her of him. Had she not have had the picture she still would have his image permanently engraved in her mind. Though that would never disappear, it was still nice to have something physical to hold on to.

For a split second she averted her eyes from the sky to the photo. The brunette smiling back at her was herself. She smiled gently as the silver-streaked blonde hugged her past image and kissed her on the forehead. The couple positively glowed.

Sighing deeply, Hermione leaned her head back on the chair. She clutched the frame in her arms as she allowed her mind to dive into the abyss of memories made many years ago.

They were memories of the people in the picture.

They were their memories.

They were memories of him… before he went away.

Snuggling deeper into her overstuffed chair, Hermione relaxed. The visions played before her eyes. This was her daily ritual, bringing back the past. Hermione figured that if she thought hard and long enough, these memories would bring him back to her. It had been thirty years, and yet they were still as fresh as morning dew.

Keeping her eyes shut, she floated through time to the first day they had met. It had been uneventful and really meaningless. He had been disgusted with her presence and they had started off as enemies. Moving forward she recalled the events that brought them closer. Finally she reached the part of this mental documentary that she liked the most, the day they fell in love.

A single tear slid down her face and her lips began to tremble. Sniffling a slight bit, she bit back the sobs raging in the pit of her stomach. Crying would come later. For now all she wanted to do was remember…

…And let her heart bleed out all the pain she felt inside.