HE NEVER GOT TO TELL HER
Disclaimer: I'm awesome. But, I guess I'm not that awesome to own Harry Potter, though.
Summary: Hermione couldn't sleep at all after what she just found out. Why her?
RING! RING! RING!
Hermione groaned and reached for the telephone on her bedside table. She picked it up and heard sobbing on the other line.
"Hello?" she asked groggily.
"Hermione dear, is that you?" said a familiar voice.
"Narcissa?"
"Y-yes."
Hermione was completely confused. Narcissa was calling her Hermione and Dear. What the bloody hell was going on? "What do you want? It's 1AM in the morning for God's sake!"
There was silence. Then, Narcissa spoke in a hushed voice, "D-Draco's dead."
Hermione was wide awake now and was even more confused. "What? Why are you telling-"
"Just come to the Manor tomorrow." After that, the line went dead. Hermione couldn't sleep at all that night. There were so many questions going through her mind. So many why's.
The next day, Hermione was deciding whether or not she should go to the Malfoy Manor. After a few minutes of thinking, she sighed and got dressed. Then, she Apparated to the Manor.
When she got there, a house elf led her to a huge room full of people. And at the very front, was a coffin. Hermione walked shakily towards it. All eyes on her. She caught Astoria's eyes and gave a comforting look. She got to the front and her skin became paler. Draco really was gone. Hermione felt all the hatred for him go away. She tried to blink the tears away when she felt a comforting hand touch her shoulder.
"Car accident. It seemed like he was driving over to your flat. It was raining hard that night and his car must have lost control because of the slippery road." Narcissa said gravely.
"Oh." That was all Hermione managed to choke out. After a few minutes of silence, she found her voice again. "Why me?" she whispered.
Narcissa handed her a black leather notebook. "It's his journal. I found it in his bedroom. I hope it answers all your questions. You may leave now, if you want."
Hermione nodded slowly, walked out and Apparated back to her flat.
That night, she read all the things Draco wrote in the journal. She found out that he fell in love with her in their third year at Hogwarts. He also said that he was never happy with Astoria, even though she tried to do the best he can to make her happy but all he wanted was to be with Hermione. He knew his father wouldn't approve and he regretted being such a coward. The entries went on, and on, and on until the very last page, which was dated the night before Narcissa called Hermione. "Today, I'm going to tell her that I love her."
A/N: Before you Dramione shippers kill me for killing Draco, I know he could have Apparated to Hermione's flat but then, there would no story! R&R, please!