Singing silent songs of sadness
my heart waits for its chance
to dance upon the ashes of our burned up little plans
And I stand alone before the night
my nakedness is so clear in the low moon light

And life is all but so short
we are young we want more
I'm drowning but I don't care
cause when you got what I got what I got
who needs air? I don't need air.

Who Needs Air by The Classic Crime

Chapter One
"Who Needs Air? I Have Money"

Sometimes life just hurts. It was never supposed to hurt like this. Draco Malfoy stood alone on a cloudless day in front of his father's tombstone. He had wanted to bury is father on the Malfoy estate but Wizarding law forbid the placing of magical remains on private property. Here laid the remains of Lucius Malfoy in a common grave yard for common wizards. Draco buried his father three months ago and the grass had already started to creep up in front of the tombstone. It almost seemed wrong that nature was thriving among the dead. The remains underneath Draco's feet were due to a weak body. Lucius couldn't even buy his way out of death.

The pain in Draco's chest however was not due to the sight of his father's marker. The terrible pain wasn't even due to the empty grave right beside it. He looked around the cemetery. Beautiful roses, elegant calla-lilies, and bright colored tulips were among the many tombstones. He, Draco, Lucius' and Narcissa's son was the only present living soul on the day of his mother's funeral. This was the most painful part. He put his wand back in his pocket as he started to walk away. He couldn't stand to stay and watch another parent being lowered into the ground. Not alone anyway.

As he turned he saw a young woman approaching wearing an appropriate black robe.

"You." He spat.

"Well you're really early," Hermione said looking around. The funeral home hadn't even brought out the casket.

Draco couldn't help but glare at her, "Really? I hadn't noticed. Didn't really have anything else on the schedule for today."

"I'm sorry," Hermione said quickly. Her mouth twitched. He could tell she felt awkward. "That was really insensitive."

Draco rolled his eyes at her. He really just couldn't help his behavior around her. He never could. "Well I'm not going to cry or anything."

Hermione looked pass him at his father's tombstone. Her face softened. "They're beautiful, Draco. Absolutely gorgeous."

Draco turned to admire his handy work one last time. The white orchids' lay across the top of his father's tombstone. He could see the petals swaying slightly to the delicate wind.

"Did you conjure them yourself?" She asked curious.

"They were they're favorites," Draco said quietly, "I picked them from my mother's garden, or what's left of her garden."

"We're you about to leave?" she asked. He noted she didn't reply to his divulgence of something private.

"Yes," he said coldly. He turned to face her again, "I have no reason to stay. It's just a casket."

Hermione looked down at the ground not knowing what to say or do. She was a fixer. That's what she did. There was no way to fix Draco. "Wouldn't you stay with me, Draco?" She looked up at him suddenly, "I don't wish to be here for a funeral by myself."

Draco gritted his teeth knowing the intentions of her games. However he still conjured up two chairs for them both. "The funeral wasn't supposed to be for another thirty minutes."

She delicately sat on her seat as Draco flumped down beside her. He crossed his arm in inpatients. "I wanted to leave well before then. But you have to be a brat, don't you?"

Hermione turned to her side to give him a good look, "Funerals are always painful, but they're worth it. You need this for the grieving process."

"Honey, I don't need a grieving process. I have too much money to look forward to." He said it with his famous air of arrogance. Hermione didn't buy it. "Besides, you should be babysitting your boyfriend, Weasel."

Hermione didn't retaliate. Just like he knew she wouldn't. "His name is Ron, not Weasel, and he is in no need of a babysitter. He's a very capable Auror. Besides, he's with Harry and nobody messes with Harry."

Draco snorted, "That's because they all think he's the next Dark Lord."

Hermione's face whipped around her hair slicing the air. "Don't you dare. Ever. You of all people should never say such things about Harry."

He ignored his lecture. She was always so touchy on the subject of Harry. "So, you know," He wiggled his eyebrows, "Now that my dad is dead we could always give this thing a go again." He pursed his lips together at her.

Hermione was the irritated one now. She stood up and pointed her finger at his chest, "I- you-," she was at a loss for words. She didn't have words for the anger she felt.

Draco didn't stop there. He slapped her finger away from his chest and stood, "You never did tell me what a Weasley had that a Malfoy doesn't. I have looks, charm, and money. And the topper? I was your first!"

Hermione turned around quickly. "You ruin everything!" she choked. "I came here because I thought you might like some company during your mother's funeral!" He could hear the tears in her voice but he knew she was too proud to let him see her cry. "Can't you just leave it in the past?"

"No!" He yelled taking a step towards her, grabbing her shoulder, "It's not in the past for me!" He spun her to face him, "I don't think it's in the past for you!" He came crashing down on her lips. He held her forcefully as he crushed her lips.

She pushed his chest away from her with all her strength. He saw the tear steaks down Hermione's sweet face. He felt her tears on his own lips.

"It is in the past, Draco, you're just too busy living in it you haven't realized that yet!"

And with a pop, Draco was again left alone at his parent's funeral.

This fan fiction does not, in any way, profit from the Harry Potter Series and creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator JK Rowling.

The song Who Needs Air? Also doesn't belong to me, but I find The Classic Crime very poem like in they're lyrics.

A/N This story is partly a sequel to Secretly in Love although I have yet to finish the first one (but I am very close). Please review and let me know if you think this is worth continuing. I have enough plot bunnies to last about 10 chapters. This would definitely be a Novella.