a/n Hey guys this is my first posted fan fic so yay!!!!! Now I was thinking about making this a story as opposed to the one shot it is now so read and review. If I get five I'll expand it. Now this is set about two years after Hogwarts and is kinda alternate universe. If I expand I'll give you the back story……Mwhahaha.

Disclaimer: I own Draco Malfoy!!!!!! I actually do!!! He's a blue bunny rabbit…. In relation to characters, settings such as Hogwarts I own nothing. These belong to J.K Rowling.

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Love's Betrayal

She left her bike at the bottom of the hill. The war had been over for almost a year but she still pulled out her wand and waved it over her bike.

" Nascondersi" The bike and its spidery thin marks, winding down the road, disappeared.

She climbed until about midway up when she spotted it, just as he had told her it would be. A white marble headstone contrasted with the lush green hill and other black headstones rising out of it. She paused and stood staring at it.

He watched her from the top of the hill. She was drawing her coat tighter around her even though it wasn't a cold day. His black cloak billowed out behind him, like a flag for any who were watching.

She bent down and placed flowers on the grave in front of her then trance-like raised her hand tracing the name over and over. She wasn't aware she had started crying until the first tear hit the ground.

"Why oh why?" she murmured. "You were never meant to die, remember?"

He watched her as she pleaded with the gravestone. Understanding her internal battle he thought about going down to be with her, but he knew this was something she had to do alone. He would hear anyway.

She stood again, tears now streaming down her face. She closed her eyes to allow herself to remember him fully- the way he deserved to be remembered. All their days together at Hogwarts, their teasing, fights, the day he was turned into a ferret, the day he told her he loved her and the day he proposed.

She had every reason to say no. She could have turned and walked away. She should have slapped him again. After all he was hired by the Dark Lord to kill her friend, mentor and Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. She did none of those things. Instead she looked at him, it was his eyes that did it. In those grey eyes she saw something she had never seen before. Not raw hate, not cold dismissal but love and passion and trust and most surprisingly hope. So she said yes.

Her friends hadn't been happy. She remembered the look on Harry's face when they told him. He threw his goblet at the wall. Ron was even worse. He went bright red and collapsed. Her parents weren't thrilled, well that's to say the least. In their eyes he still was and always would be a Malfoy and staying with the Order of Phoenix during the war had taught them who a Malfoy was. She tried to explain that he was different, that he was working against the Dark Lord all along. She cried harder remembering their last day together.

He kissed her goodbye on the steps of 12 Grimmauld Place. That last kiss was full of passion and regret. She shuddered remembering him walk away for the last time. That night Harry showed up, even more messy and crumpled that's when he told her. Her whole world came crashing down around her ears. She looked down at the name on the headstone, crying said what she had come here to say.

It travelled easily to his ears. He regretted putting her in this position but he had honestly made a mistake. It hurt him to know his beautiful love was feeling guilty for his actions but he knew he shouldn't be surprised. He ran. She stayed.

"I'm so sorry for this. I didn't know he would do this. Please forgive me. I should- Well it's too late for this now but I had to tell you that I was sorry. I feel so guilty, he killed you and ran and………" She broke down in tears, crying like she had at his funeral.

He stood on the hill, his heart breaking with every broken sob she cried. He frowned, biting his lip until he made his choice. It was time. He needed to go back to her and explain what happened. He needed to tell her he never meant to kill. To let her know he loved her and didn't want her to hurt anymore. They deserved the truth and if it meant she would never want to see him again, he would go again but this time for good. He hoped that his love would forgive him but he knew she would never love him again. Who could love the man that killed her best friend?

He watched her once more as she walked away from the grave, unconcealed her muggle bike and rode off away from the hill shakily. He then walked down the hill towards the white headstone. He was the only Order member to fall in the last fight. Draco raised his hand and placed it on the cool marble.

"I hope you can forgive me one day but for now I need you to help her. Help her forgive me." The grave remained as silent and still as it had before but Draco felt comforted somehow. He walked down the hill after his Hermione, the words engraved on the headstone clear in his mind.

R.I.P

Ronald Bilius Weasley

1 March 1980- 21 October 1999

Hero, son, brother, friend.

What do I say when it's all over?

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Nascondersi is Italian for "hide"...