Hermione's heart was broken. Her memory was her worst enemy. She thought of him every day, and wished her heart would stop beating so she could be with him once again. He was her love; her life; her everything. Hermione missed Draco Malfoy with her whole being. Days passed and it felt like weeks, months, years to her. Her friends tried to reach out to her, but they couldn't get her to leave her flat.
One day memories of their last night together came flooding back to her. They were cuddled on the couch, together, talking about their future. They talked about how many kids they wanted; they had decided on two, possibly three. They talked about what they would name their children. Draco wanted Scorpius, but she wasn't sure if she liked the name. That night they made love for the last time.
The next day Hermione awoke to an empty bed. She got the Daily Prophet a few hours later to find Draco had been brutally stabbed, such a muggle way to die, she thought as she came back to the present. That was three months ago today.
Harry came to her flat the next few days, but she barely noticed. He could tell she hadn't been eating. He tried to talk to her; get her to respond, but she just stared blankly in front of her, seeing nothing. Giving up, he put a bag of food on the table in front of her, and left exasperated.
After Harry left, she got up, and walked out the door. She apparated to the graveyard. She walked up to Draco's tombstone.
"Hey, baby." She whispered softly. "I miss you. And I wish you were here right now. But you went away. And I'm tired, Draco. I don't want to live without you." She started crying. She placed her palm on the ground, and looked up at the sky. It started snowing, and a snowflake landed on her cheek. She laid her head down on the ground, and drifted off to sleep.
She awoke to a bright light. When she could finally see again, she saw Draco standing there; waiting for her. She smiled and walked over to his reached out hand. "I've been waiting on you darling." He lightly whispered in her ear. She looked at him with eyes full of love. "Come on. It's time to go." He said and they walked down the wide road into the light together.
A few days later, Harry came back to find the bag untouched, with Hermione gone. They found her two days later; dead. She had gone to Draco's grave, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and jeans, in the dead of winter. Harry had gone in to identify that it was her. When the autopsy came back, they found she was three months pregnant; with a boy.