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Hermione was sitting in her dormitory. No one else was there. They were all outside bringing in the bodies of loved ones as well as enemies. She pulled out the picture she kept hidden under her pillow. It was of her and Draco dancing, oblivious to the heavily falling rain around them. She hugged the picture to her chest, wishing life was still simple. Why couldn't she go back and stay there, when she was happy? Why did all this happen to her? She hugged the picture tighter as the tears started to fall. She wasn't supposed to fall in love with him, he was the enemy. Now he was gone. Never coming back. She would never see him again. It was her fault for loving him. Now all that good was reversing on her and crashing onto her head. She fell back against her pillow and her cries grew steadily softer as she cried herself to sleep. She would have to live without him. But who would protect her in the years to come? It was her fault, as she cried her hidden tears.