In this world you tried
not leaving me alone behind.
There's no other way.

The pain in Hermione's heart had still not gone. After all this time, the memory was still fresh in her mind, burning her thoughts. She knew he'd tried…tried to defy his father and defy the rules, his duty…she knew he'd tried as hard as he could to stay with her. But they both had known that it was near impossible to do.

I prayed to the gods let him stay.
The memories ease the pain inside,
now I know why.

Night and day, she'd wished on stars, she'd prayed to whatever being was in the heavens, and beg to bring him back. But every time, she knew it would be in vain. And in that respect, she was always right. He still wasn't here…wasn't with her. She hadn't seen him in months, her memories and dreams aside. Memories. That was the one thing she thanked God for, the fact that she had least had something of him forever in her mind.

All of my memories keep you near,

In silent moments, imagine you here.

All of my memories keep you near,

In silent whispers, silent tears.

Hermione stood at the railing of the bridge separating Hogwarts and Hogsmeade and looked out to the open expanse. She remembered how she and Draco would always stand here, at this exact spot, and just stare into nothingness until the sun went down. It was the simple moments, the quiet peaceful ones that she missed. The ones were they never had to speak but only had to be near one another to be together. And all that was gone. He'd never be beside her again.

Made me promise I'd try

To find my way back in this life.

I hope there is a way

To give me a sign you're ok.

She'd tried to stay strong. Every day, she had her friends with her keeping her spirits anything but dead. She'd promised him that, promised him that no matter what happened, she'd never give in to the despair he'd knew she'd feel. But it was so hard. She had no idea what he was feeling, where he was…if he was alive. If only he could tell her, find someway to let her know he was at least still breathing. But even if there was a way for him to tell her, she knew it's be blocked by his father.

Reminds me again its worth it all, so I can go on.

But still, that promise, the fact that he'd made her swear never to give up, left her with the slightest fraction of hope that maybe he knew what he was doing and that he'd be okay in the end.

Together in all these memories, I see your smile.

All the memories I hold dear.

Darling you know I'll love you, till the end of time

She laughed to herself at the thought. Draco always was so sure he knew what he was doing. Just thinking he might this time made his oh-so-famous smirk come into her mind. But at the same time, it hurt her to imagine it. Because this time…he might not know exactly what his father would do to him. She sighed and dropped her head to the railing as tears burned her eyes. If only she could tell him…tell him she still loved him. And that no matter what happened, or what they did to him, she'd always love him.

"Oh, God, Draco," she sobbed. "I do love you. But why aren't you here to hear it?"

"I wouldn't be so sure about that."

Hermione spun around. Before her, smirking as always, was Draco. She gaped at him. "Dray, how are you—" She broke off.

He moved forward and placed a hand to her cheek—

And his hand passed right through her face. "I'm not," he whispered before he disappeared.

Hermione fell to her knees. He was gone. He was gone and he wasn't coming back.

She had nothing left of him now, not even any hope.

All of my memories.