Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Author's Note: Very recently I just discovered that my uncle's mother has died (this morning, actually). I just found out right now (2:23 PM – 8/13/11), so I have decided to write a story about it. It's just a one-shot.

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-Draco's POV-

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I walked around. It was cold for the first day of March. Suddenly, something hit me as I walked past the graveyard for wizards. It was yesterday that my mum had died.

I sat down by her grave. Well, my life is in complete chaos. How can something be so sudden? Why did this happen to her? She did nothing wrong.

She shouldn't have been a target. She should've been immortal. Everything was now stupid; not worth living for.

Reality came and hit me in the face. My father was dead; Snape was dead; and now…

My mother was dead.

Narcissa Black. Narcissa Malfoy. Narcissa, "Cissy", mom, momma, mum, mother. Whatever I wanted to call her; whatever her sister wanted to call her; even whatever my dad wanted to call her, they couldn't anymore.

Not that they could. They're dead too.

That didn't make me feel any better. I looked over at my wife's grave and my breath caught in my throat.

Astoria died in childbirth.

I seriously wished something could lighten the mood. I was sitting right in front of five graves. Well, six, if you count the little grave next to Astoria.

That was for Scorpious, my unborn son. He was full-grown, but had died.

Please, someone help me. I'm pathetic! I'm alone!

Suddenly, I heard crying coming from ten feet in front of me. I got up and walked, hoping to find the woman crying. I sighed and was almost about to give up when I saw a brunette sitting over there, no jacket or anything to shield her from the cold.

I came up behind her and wrapped my coat around her. She looked at me, and I remembered everything I had done to her in my Hogwarts years.

"G-Granger?"

"M-Malfoy?" I looked at the tombstone that she was kneeling by: Ronald Bilius Weasley. She had tears on her cheeks. She caught me looking. "It's his birthday today."

"I'm so sorry, Hermione." She was silent. "I know how it feels to lose everything."

"Really?" I was expecting her to snap some comment about me being nice to her, but that caught my attention. I dropped my scowl into a frown.

"My whole family's dead." I would've never dropped a tear in front of the Mudblood, but some fell and Hermione held me close.

"I'm a single mother,"

"Hermione… When did Wea—Ron die?"

"Around two years ago. It says it on the tombstone. Why?"

"My mother just died yesterday."

"I'm so sorry…" She whispered. There was silence between us as I looked into her brown eyes. Please help me, my eyes screamed. Please help, Hermione!

She took the hint and slowly, but surely, pressed her lips on mine. She kind of pushed away, which I let her, even though I didn't want her to.

She laughed a bit and looked at me again. Why couldn't I see how beautiful she was back then? Probably because I let my father cloud my judgment. She and I are total opposites, but I had a feeling that… We were made for each other.

"Hermione."

This time, she forcefully pressed her lips onto mine, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I mentally smiled; I liked this feeling. I wrapped my arms around her waist.

And we stayed like that for another minute, before she pulled away. "Ronald—"

"Astoria."

"Probably want us to move on."

I thought about that. "Probably."

"Draco, will you live with me?"

"What about your kids?" She looked pained and looked away from me, looking at a tombstone.

"Rose went to live with Harry and Ginny. Hugo died from tuberculosis."

I kissed her again. "Then I will live with you."

She smiled for the first time I saw her today, and I loved her smile.