A/N: Alright so this is a revision of a scene from Hamlet. We watched this scene in brit lit the other day and it brought tears to my eyes. The guy who plays Hamlet plays lockhart! :) he's such a great actor and does shakespeare justice. :) hope you enjoy the little modern addition i added in! review if you recognize it!

It was a dark night, and he was tired of running. He didn't want to run anymore. He wanted to stop, and make people listen to him, make people understand that it wasn't him who had done all the things they had said he had done. He knew that one person would understand, one person would believe him. But will she believe me now? After the way I treated her, the way I talked to her? But I love her! How could she not listen to me! I hope she will listen, I hope she is not like the rest of them and just ignore my pleas and protests.

He knew the forest well, the trees, the creatures. For six years he had wandered this forest late at night when sleep would not come. He knew his way around, and knew which way would lead to his home, to the place he would rather have called home the last few years than anything. After leaving after his sixth year, he was on the run for awhile, but eventually returned to the Manor. But now he was here, he was back where he belonged. He saw the lights on the castle, and saw how there was a small line of lights, heading straight towards him. He hid from their sight as they got very close to him and stopped.

It seemed to be the Headmistress, McGonagall, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, and a few other Gryffindors. They seemed to be burying someone, but who, He had no idea. He watched on, hoping that once they were gone he could find her, apologize and live happily with her.

"What else can we do?" Ron asked quietly. No one answered him, all was silent as they stared at the coffin. He glanced down then looked at McGonagall again. "What else can we do?" He asked again, hoping to get an answer now.

"There is not much else we can do. I'm sorry but shortly before her death, she broke her own wand and renounced her powers. We can not do as much as you want for her. She is no longer a witch, it does not help that her death is... doubtful. I am sorry Mr. Weasley, but this is already more than we would normally do. It is her ties to Harry and yourself that she is getting this much." The Headmistress said.

"Is there any thing else we are allowed to do before leaving her to die among the worms and tree roots?" Ron sounded bitter and seemed to want to leave and never come here again. The man in the shadows watched them as McGonagall explained that a small song could be sung and then they would have to bury her.

"Let violets spring here when nothing else will grow. And may she be the angel that greets you when your time comes McGonagall! Perhaps Hermione will you give you more justice than you give her now!" Ron said forcefully before kissing his best friend good bye.

"What? Hermione?" The man in the shadows whispered to himself as Harry and Ginny pulled Ron out of Hermione's grave.

"No leave me with her! Bury me with her! I want to be with her, while that wicked man she loved ran and hid in cowardice! Let me be here for her when he will not even admit to his dark deeds! " Ron said, acting as if he never wanted to leave, never wanted to be apart from her ever. But the man in the shadows knew that Ron's grief was fake and was belligerent of his harsh words towards him.

"Who are you to show grief when you weren't here for her! You never knew her like I did! You never saw the love in her eyes, nor shared as many moments with her as I have. You have no right to grieve for whom you never loved! I may grieve, I, Draco Malfoy!" Draco stood from his place among the trees and showed himself to the procession.

"GO TO HELL MALFOY!" Ron yelled before pulling Draco into the grave and wrestling him to the ground.

"Get off of me!" Draco yelled, Ron's hands closed tightly around his throat. There was nothing Draco could do. Outside the grave, Harry, Ginny, and McGonagall watched. Harry and Ginny quietly rooted for Ron to win, and kill Draco. However McGonagall and the other Gryffindors finally managed to get Ron off of Draco.

"Let me at him! I will kill him, or kill myself in the process!" Draco growled at Ron trying to break free of those who held him. They seemed to want to let go, sure that Ron would slaughter Draco, however they had no idea what Draco was capable of, and that seemed the reason they held back. They had not seen somone who had fought Draco Malfoy, and lived.

"Why? Why would you kill him?" Ginny asked stepping forward she was curious upon the answer.

"I loved Hermione! Forty thousand adoring fans and Gryffindors could never love her the way I loved her! What would you do for her Weasle? What would you do for her?" Draco shouted at Ron through tears.

"Don't listen, Ron. He's absolutely bonkers." Harry whispered to Ron who seemed quite upset, but not at Malfoy.

"Shut up Harry. Let me hear what he has to say. She was my best friend too!" Ginny said rounding on Harry. Harry shrunk away but said no more. Ginny looked back at Malfoy waiting for his response.

"For the love of God, what would you do for her? Would you catch a grenade for her? Would you put your hand on a flame for her? Would you jump in front of a train for her? Would you do anything for her? Take a bullet straight through the head? I would! Are you just here to whine about how you lost her to me? To show everyone how much you loved her by jumping in her grave? If you wish to buried with her, go right ahead, but I will to. I can rant just as well as you can, and she'll still love me more than she'll ever love you." Draco said stepping back into her grave. He looked down and Ginny saw the love in his eyes. The sorrow he had, and the pain he felt at standing on her grave.

"This is insane. Come on, get out of there, both of you!" Ginny said and pulled the two of them out of there. She laid her hand on Draco's shoulder, keeping it there for a few seconds in a gesture of understanding. There was a lot between them, but Ginny knew what he had done for Hermione, knew how good he had been for her and to her. Ginny owed him something. She gave respect to a man who respected Hermione the way she should be respected.

Draco shot a fleeting glance at Ginny, before leaving. She saw his eyes flick over to the grave, to her body, once more. It was not easy for him to say goodbye and leave her with such company. But Ginny knew what would happen if he stayed. Harry and Ron were whispering madly together. Ginny didn't care what they were saying. She knew Draco would be back once they had left, he was going to give Hermione the proper rites. Even if McGonagall said it was against Wizarding law, he was going to do it, and Ginny would be here when that happened. She had something Draco needed to see. Something he probably never knew.

Ginny walked away, behind Ron and Harry as they conversed some more. She didn't care what they were plotting. Just as long as they didn't know what she was plotting.