A/n: This is my first fan fiction!!! Woohoo!!! * knocks herself at the back of the head* Sorry, got a little carried away…
I just love Hermione and Draco to be, you know, together. I think they're sooooo cute together! (But I would prefer me and Draco better… *blushes like hell*) Anyway, I certainly hope you like it!!! ~Elisa
Disclaimer: The plot and the characters that you don't recognize belong to me. The rest belongs to the talented Ms J.K Rowling.
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It was time to bid the final goodbyes. She walked up to the coffins and saw her mother lying in one of the coffins. Then her father. She hated them. She hated them for leaving her. But she wanted so much to bend down and kiss each of them.
Since the accident, her usually bright and sparkling brown eyes were dull and teary. She wore a far away look and she hardly talked to anyone. Anyone who knew her would have noticed she changed.
She turned around and walked away without kissing them goodbye. Her two best friends saw her reaction and started to walk after her but her uncle stopped them.
"She lost both of her parents at the same time during the tragic accident. I personally think that she needs her time alone," he said. They nodded and turned away.
She walked past many graves and stopped. She couldn't help it anymore. She broke down and fell to the ground. Her eyes were bursting with tears and she was shaking hard. She thought of the love and care her parents gave to her all her seventeen years of life. She thought of their kind and loving faces. Now, they were gone. Gone for eternity. Her two most loved people in her life had died. She needed someone's shoulder to cry on but it seems to her that nobody cared for her anymore.
She rocked back and forth remembering the day that her grandmother died. Her mother would put her arms around her and they would share their tears together. But now, she couldn't share her tears to anyone anymore.
"I hate you, Mom and Dad. I hate you so much. Why did you have to leave me??? Why did you have to leave me alone in this world???" she shouted as load as she could, awaking the owls sleeping in the trees nearby.
He trailed his fingers on the photo. It was a picture of his mother pushing him on a swing. He was seven at that time. It seems like yesterday when he felt the wind on his face when his mother pushed the swing. The photo wasn't the usual moving photo because it was taken using a muggle camera his mother gave to him on his seventh birthday. He missed every single time he spent with his mother.
He bit his bottom lip so tears wouldn't come out. He was a strong young man. He was taught not to cry by his father. His father would beat him every single time he cried. The hate he had for his cruel father. That made him strong. Even during his mother's funeral, he didn't cry. He didn't want to embarrass his father. He didn't want to be beaten by his father.
He put down the photo and went to sleep. He screamed as he was awoken by the sound thunder. He was shaking. From child, he had always had a fear of thunderstorms. Even till now.
Usually his mother would come bursting in his room at the sound of his scream. She would wrap her arms around him and sing him back to sleep. It had always made him felt safe. But now, he didn't feel safe anymore.
He didn't expect his father to come bursting into his room when he screamed but he did. He was very happy when his father came to comfort him but his point of view changed when his father shouted, "SHUT UP BOY!!! SOME NORMAL PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!!!" Then he turned swiftly and walked out of the room slamming the door behind him.
He was shocked at his father's reaction. But then again, you can't expect your father to be like your mother, can you? A small voice from the back of his head asked him. That knocked him back to his senses. "My mother's different. She's special. I love her. I love my mother, and only my mother," he shouted. He missed her. He missed his mother. The only one person he loved and who made him feel loved. He decided to go for a walk.
He went to the cemetery. He walked and walked past many, many graves until he heard a girl shouting, "I hate you, Mom and Dad. I hate you so much. Why did you have to leave me??? Why did you have to leave me alone in this world???" He walked to the source of the voice and saw a dark figure but he couldn't make out who it was because it was dark. (a/n: Just imagine the funeral was at night…)
"You are NEVER alone. Even if your parents are dead. You still have other people who care about you," he replied without thinking. Unlike me,he thought.
"You mustn't hate your parents. It's their fate for them to die and they can't help it. But,even if they can change their fate, I'm sure they won't leave you, wouldn't they? It's not their fault. Just remember that," he continued. Then, there was silence. A few seconds later, a sob broke the silence.
"You're right. I'm not alone. I still have my best friends and my other relatives. Thank you so much for making me feel better," she thanked. There's something so familiar about his voice. So, so familiar. It' s sounds like someone I know. But who? She wondered.
"Nah, it's nothing. I just that it was my responsibility to tell you. That's all,"
"You seem very experienced. Are your parents dead, too?" she asked softly.
"My mother died. You know, all though my father's still alive, I feel so alone. My father NEVER comfort me when my mother died. I have no proper friends that I can tell all my feelings to. The only 'friends' I recall having are two boneheads that follow me around wherever I go. You're lucky. You have friends that care for you,"
"I can be your friend. You can tell me whatever you want to tell me. You have my shoulder to cry on. I'll comfort you,"
He walked to her and sat down beside her. She wrapped her arms around him and he rested his head on her shoulder. Slowly, tears started to fall from his teary eyes while he thought of the lovely times he had spent with his mother.
"You know, I have never cried before. Even when my mother's funeral. My father taught me not to cry. Now, I regret it. You still have time to cry to your parents. Don't be like me," he said. "Go on. Go on back to the funeral. Or you'll regret for the rest of your life,"
Her eyes filled up with tears. Even her two best friends never comforted her like this. She looked up to see the boy's face. Through her blurry vision, she could see a pair of warm and teary steel gray eyes staring into hers. And the silver blond hair. These features reminded her of…
"Malfoy?"
"Granger?"
After a moment of silence, the boy spoke up.
"Go on, Granger. Go on back to the funeral." Draco Malfoy said despite his confusion.
Hermione Granger nodded and walked slowly back to the funeral. She was confused. Draco Malfoy, the last person in this world she thought could make her feel better, but he did it.
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A/n: So people, do you like it? Is it sad? Touching? Boring? Ok, pls review and tell me how you feel about it. Pls, pls, pls review. *puts on a cute puppy dog look on her face* I am poor old fanfic writer who feeds on bread and butter. (poet in disguise…) Reviews are the only way to make a poor old fanfic writer happy… *snaps out of it* Alright, the next chapter would probably come tomorrow or the day after so wait, ok? Thanks and toodles!!! ~ Elisa