Hey people! I've been suffering from a writer's block and it's starting to get on my nerves, please forgive my if this isn't that good. Anyways, this isn't a one-shot so some of you might be delighted to know, I hope. P

Disclaimer: This is not mine.

Unbroken Bonds
By Amber

She sat in a chair, listing to the priest going on about the two people who had died in the war, the two people she loved most, the two people who were close enough to be family.

They slowly walked towards her, offering her their condolences and sympathies. She accepted them, not wanting to say much. She knew that Harry and Ron wouldn't have wanted her to grieve for them, she knew that they would probably want her to get on with her life but she could help it.

With tears cascading down her face, she tried her best to smile at the people present at the burial.

So had died in the Final Battle, so many she had lost count. All the people she had tresured she lost, often she found herself wondering, if this was the price of knowledge.

The Weasleys were completely wiped out with the small expection of the youngest, Ginny had taken the blow hard and often came to Hermione to confide in and talk. Hermione's parents managed to hide away from the Death Eater's raids of the muggle homes. The Longbottoms had all died, but before that Neville had managed to kill Bellatrix, he had died with his revenge completed. Too many. Too many victims. Too many lost ones.

They left sooner than expected, but she didn't mind, she stood near their graves, eyes wet and puffy, but she remained silent, her hands held a small box.

Inside it held a diamond ring that she had found on Harry when she found him in the chamber with a very dead Dark Lord.

With his last dying moments he had asked her to marry him, but she couldn't give him a direct answer, knowing her heart lay somewhere else. She let her eyes answer him as he gave a small shudder and stopped moving.

Hermione laid the box on Harry's grave, placing a small charm on it so no one could touch it except her, so that no one could steal it from his grave.

Ron's death was Heroic. He had been trained so that he knew more shields and counter-curses than Harry but Hermione never knew the reason. He had managed to shield himself from most of the curses that the Death Eaters were shooting at him,the only curse he was not immune to was the 3 unforgivable ones.

He made it a point to protect Harry if there were too many Death Eater's for him to handle, knowing that Hermione was capable of taking care of herself.

He had seen a Death Eater point a wand at Harry's back and utter the two words that would cause his best friend to cease to exist, she had jumped in front of the curse and Harry hadn't known Ron had died until he heard a body crumpling to the ground near him and caused him to look behind himself.

Hermione remembered Harry's cry as he saw their best friend on the ground, dead. But in Ron's eyes, a slight glimmer of contempt was there, as if he was happy that he had died for his best friend.

The cold December winds blew against her, her hair flew around her face as a small tear dropped from her face to the graves, she said her last goodbyes as she apparated away.

She apparated into her kitchen, standing there for awhile before suddenly hearing a familiar sound of someone apparating from somewhere behind her.

She turned quickly, reflexes from 6 months of training for the final battle gripping her tired form, her wand out as she walked towards the sounds of its origin.

There, standing in the middle of her living room was Draco Malfoy.

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His face was paler than normal, it almost looked translucent. He gasped at her, a hand outstretched towards her as he staggered. Seeing blood on his hand, her eyes widened.

A knife was lodged deeply in his stomach area, blood pouring out as Malfoy groaned and fell to the floor, his hand clutching the knife but unable to summon the strength to pull it out.

Hermione rain towards him, she managed to softened his impact on the floor as she asked, "Malfoy, what happened?"

He ignored her question, on hand reached up, despite the blood on it he used it to caress her soft cheek. "Hermione," he whispered. "I need you."

Tears that had gone when she came back home came back full flood, "Malfoy, who did this?" She held his deathly cold hand, eyes searching his for some answer but knowing she wouldn't get any.

Malfoy suddenly shuddered, as he lost consciousness, three words came out of his mouth that caused her heart to freeze.

"I love you."

She gasped, her eyes widened, but she knew that this wasn't the time to think about such things. She thought of Harry, Oh god, Harry. She thought bitterly, she knew that if Harry knew she was helping his enemy he would never forgive her.

Malfoy had never been a Death Eater, but Harry had never liked him because he always suspected that there was more than just a simple friend ship betweeen Hermione and Malfoy. And he was right.

Forgive me Harry.

Closing her eyes, she thought of the white-walled place, hoping that she wasn't too late to help him.

As she arrived at the hospital, Healer's swarmed around her, as if they had notified that she would be arriving and would be in need of help.

In a blink of an eye, Malfoy was in the operation room, and Hermione was still standing in a daze, as if unable to comprehend what was happening, what had happened, what he had said.

Sitting down on one of the chairs outside the Operation Room, Hermione had never felt so alone in her life.

A/N: Read & Reveiw?

Love,

Amber