Buried a Lie
Disclamer: I do not own anything Harry Potter or the song Buried a Lie by Senses Fail.
Summary: A detailed song fic, When Hermione commits suicide can Draco figure out the truth behind her death? D/Hr
Authors Notes: The italicized words at the beginning of each chapter are the lyrics inspired for that chapter. Any additional italicized words are either flashbacks or spells, I'm sure everyone can identify which is which:) enjoy! Please R/R I would appreciate it greatly
Rest in peace girl
Your death is such a shame
The paper said a bullet got in your way
But I smell foul play
Possible poisoning
Draco awake from a deep sleep in the Malfoy Manor. He had wondered why Hermione hadn't come to wake him for dinner yet but decided she probably thought he could use some sleep. He had finally gotten a vacation from work. Hermione and Draco both became Aurors when they left Hogwarts. They had assisted in the death of Voldemort and many of his death eaters. They had been given credit for many of the events that occurred that night. It was that night when Draco had fallen in love with her. He fell in love the moment that she saved him from the Cruciatus curse.
"Draco no!" Hermione shouted pushing Draco out of the way as Lucious Malfoy uttered the word "Crucio." She had screamed in pain as the spell hit her but it was seconds before Draco turned his wand on his father. "Petrificus Totalus!" Draco shouted as he watched his father fall to the ground. He proceeded to bind his father with magical ropes that would keep him from moving if was able to break through Petrificus Totalus. He then created a portkey for his fathers stunned body to return to his cell in Azaban. Moments later Voldemort had made his last appearance to the wizarding world. Together, Harry, Draco and Hermione fought Voldemort to his grave. Harry was given most of the credit, for it was he who performed Avada Kedavra but Draco and Hermione were the two that risked their lives to distract Voldemort from Harry. They were mentioned more in the article printed in 'The Daily Prophet' then the Boy Who Lived, again. Harry had soon lost respect from many Aurors after trying to get the attention he felt he deserved. It was later decided that Harry needed to step down from being an Auror until he could control himself.
Draco and Hermione began to date after that night finally realizing just how much they cared for one another. In 2 years they were engaged, 1 they were married and 2 more they had a little one on the way. Draco went to the kitchen where he assumed his pregnant wife was assisting the house elves with a meal. He called out to her before remembering about the sound barriers he had placed on every room so Hermione would not be disturbed wherever she had decided to take a nap. He had searched all the rooms except for their library and study. He saw her through the glass door seated at the desk. Her protruding belly was keeping her inches away from the desk but head was placed ever so gently upon the desk as she lay fast asleep.
His very studious Hermione could not keep her eyes open long enough to enjoy her most favorite books. He was just about to perform a spell to place a pillow underneath her when he noticed a drip of blood splashing into a large puddle near Hermione's feet. He was next to her in an instant. It didn't take him long to realize where the blood was coming from. A hole in her head had been bleeding at one point but was now just an open wound. She had obviously been lying here for quite awhile.
Draco couldn't believe the seen in front of him. His beautiful wife was face down dead in a puddle of her own blood, her hand wrapped around a Muggle gun. Beneath the gun lay a note in Hermione's handwriting.
My ever so dearest Draco,
I know you cannot understand it now and probably won't ever, but I could not live with myself any longer. I know that when I told you of my pregnancy you were ecstatic. I had not seen you that happy since our wedding day. I could not deny you of such happiness and therefore could not tell you the complete story behind my child. I didn't want to hurt you, but it has not come to the point where you need to know why I have taken my life. After we got married I was happy with you Draco, but something in you changed. You weren't like you used to be. Passionate and cruel even. Those were some of the traits I had been attracted to during our years at Hogwarts, even when you were calling me a Mudblood. When you went to Paris for that business trip 7 months ago I had to find comfort in someone else. I was unfaithful to you that night. I can't disclose with whom in fear that you would try to harm them. I swear to you I only did it once, sorry that I had to do this but my guilt led me to take my life. Draco, please move on. Find another love. One who will treat you right.
With all my love,
Hermione
Draco could not believe that his wife had written this message. So many things just didn't match up. She had never liked his cruel demeanor. She would have never used the word Mudblood but instead had said "the M word." And the one that had been the most obvious to Draco, she had informed him of their child before he left for Paris. They did not inform anyone else until after his return from Paris.
Draco awoke from his thoughts when Mademoiselle Aimee Bearnstine came back into her portrait. "Sir I have just informed St. Mungo's of Mademoiselle's demise, they shall be here any minute. I have also informed the Ministry of Magic, they as well shall be here soon. They would like to investigate your library before publishing her obituarty in The Daily Prophet tomorrow." Before Draco could say Tarantallegra over 20 wizards had apperated into his library and study. There was so much commotion going on that Draco could only hear Mademoiselle Aimee. "I would have been here sooner Sir but my appointment with the Fat Lady ran long. She was distressed about something as usual."
"Are you telling me you did not bear witness to my wife committing suicide?" Draco asked the portrait. He remembered the day Hermione placed this particular frame in the library. At first there was no one occupying its painted scenery until Hermione informed him that they would be housing a wizard psychologist in their study. Hermione often came to her for advice or just to talk to someone. With all of the stuff Hermione and Draco had been through he didn't blame her for needing a psychologist figure to tell her worries to. Draco sighed when Mademoiselle Aimee shook her head no. "Then tell me Mademoiselle why would my wife commit suicide?"
"I can not deny that during pregnancy your emotions do fluctuate but I can not believe that Mademoiselle Malfoy would commit such a heinous act. She had never shown a side of depression towards me…" Mademoiselle Aimee was cut off by Arthur Weasley, Minister of Magic.
"Mr. Malfoy I am terribly sorry for your loss. Hermione was like a second daughter to me, but the ministry must ask you to leave the scene while we compile our evidence." Draco couldn't believe this. His wife had just been killed and they had asked him to leave. "We understand this may be a very hard time for you but we think you may want to spend some time grieving with family and friends who loved and cared for her like you did." Draco nodded and proceeded to his bed where he once lay with Hermione many times. He couldn't spend time with anyone else but himself right now. Though he had already slept so much he felt very tired. He closed his eyes and imagined Hermione next to him, soon he had drifted to sleep.
"Wake up Draco." He opened his eyes to see Hermione.
Draco sat up. He had been dreaming of her. He could've sworn she had been there, her perfume lingered in the air. "Hermione." He said wishing that saying her name could bring her back. He knew she was gone. He saw her body he touched her cold skin. He made his way back to the library. It was empty, no trace of anyone having been there. Hermione's body was gone along with the 20 or so wizards who had apperated into his library. The Manor had been incredibly dark and Draco wasn't aware of the time. He looked outside to see the light shining. Had he really slept until the next morning?
The house was quiet. He went to the dining room where breakfast was on the table. The house elves had decorated the house respectively, table clothes were black, the roses were black...everything was black. At Hermione's seat was a portrait of her. Draco looked at his wife as his eagle owl flew towards him and dropped his subscription of The Daily Prophet. He didn't need to try and find the story on Hermione. Her face was on the front page and a article had been written with it.
The Tragic Death of Hermione Granger-Malfoy
Written by Andrea Adams
Hermione Granger-Malfoy (22) committed suicide last night in the Malfoy Manor. The body was found by, a portrait placed by Granger-Malfoy, Mademoisselle Aimee Bearnstine. Bearnstine was not present when the act took place but had shown up at least 2 hours after the suicide. She went for help to St. Mungo's and then to the Ministry. Bearnstine would not comment on the death that took place last night.
Minister of Magic Arthur Weasley gave us the full report. "It was written there in her own hand writing. It was an act of suicide. She was dealing with some personal problems she could not handle. I will miss Hermione dearly, and I can't help but wish she would have come to her friends and family with this instead of take her life."
After investigating the scene the Ministry has come to the conclusion that after writing her suicide note she shot herself in the head using a Muggle weapon called a gun. Granger-Malfoy died instantly. The gun shot was not heard throughout the Manor because of a silencing spell placed on all the rooms by her husband Draco Malfoy. Why is it that he placed them there? "Well we are under the impression that Draco wanted her to be able to sleep freely in any room she pleased without being disturbed, she was 7 months pregnant." Said Weasley.
We regret to inform you that the child Granger-Malfoy was caring has died along with her. The funeral has not been announced yet.
Draco set the paper down. It was all a bunch of crap. He couldn't believe people would believe that story. Hermione Granger, top student, amazing Auror and wife, almost mother. Why would she in a million years commit suicide? He wouldn't fail Hermione. He would find out the real story.
Draco watched as his wife was lowered into the ground. She was buried in the Malfoy graveyard. Loving Wife, Daughter, Friend and Mother was engraved into her tombstone. He stood with their friends and family. He would wait for everyone to leave, and at nightfall, he was going to do it. He would dig up her body.
Preview:
I had to bring you in for questioning
I went to your grave
Dug up your body
Ran it to my house
Where you lay