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Telepathically, i hear you all. "WHAT?!" Yes it is! It's the sequal! Truth be told, i suck with secrets and this was gnawing away at me. Here it is my loves, the sequal to Auctions and Dignity. Hope you like it!

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH

If we must part forever

Give me but one kind word to think upon

And please myself with, while my heart's breaking.

Thomas Otway.

Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosh (I love you Whoosh, i love you hard.)

In a journalist's world, chaos, mayhem, anarchy, grief, sadness – all of the things that cause such misery, it's all bread and butter to them. Their weekly wage out of a front page headliner.

Grief Takes Hogwarts.

Death In The Wizarding World.

But the newspaper that sold the most copies for months and months, was the one with a celebratory tone.

Lord Voldemort Defeated.

There had never been so many celebrations in the History of Albus Dumbledore, and that man had seen his share of decades. Drunken declarations of "Too bad someone beat me to it!" and "Oh i never really was scared of him!" filled the ears of every happy magical being in the world.

Actually, not every magical being.

Hermione granger hadn't even registered that Voldemort was dead. She had noticed vaguely, that people were happier, but she couldn't understand why.

How could people be happy? Every ounce of happiness, every smile she'd ever had was all gone. Just like he was.

Draco had left her, and there was absolutely nothing in this or any other world that would ever make her feel as happy as she was with him again. Nothing.

Everything had gone in a blur, she didn't know how she had gotten there, but she had been in Draco's old room, lying on his bed for days now, in total undisturbed silence.

No Slytherin would dare approach her, they all could see a true breaking heart. Pansy had also kept everyone away.

Having his possessions surrounding her was the only way she felt near him. She knew that if she left that room, it would be like giving up, and there was no-way in hell she'd be doing that.

For four days she was left in her solace of his room, she didn't eat, sleep or see anyone. The only thing she could do was cry. Letting parts of her soul, hear heart and the reason for her existence leave her with every drop.

Then her solace was invaded, by someone very unexpected.

"Miss Granger?"

She hadn't been crying that time. Just sitting on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped around them and staring into nothing, but when she heard the voice she looked up and saw someone the whole of the wizarding world was talking about. Harry Potter.

He sat down on the end of the bed and reached to hug her, but she pulled away.

"Hey." He said timidly. She didn't say anything back.

He wasn't the one who should be talking to her, or touching her. The only voice she wanted to hear and touch she wanted to feel was Draco's, but he was gone.

She looked at him, and what she saw was unnerving. He had the look of a man who had seen the entire world in five seconds, and had more experience than anyone ever would. He had been through so much, and could have been anywhere in the world, and she couldn't even talk to him. Suddenly overwhelmed with guilt, she tried to humour him.

"Hi." She choked out.

They sat in silence after that. Harry didn't seem to want to say anything, and that's as far as Hermione got.

"Hermione, there's something you should know about the way Draco d-"

She burst out crying again, drawing his pillow closer to her which was already soaked through with tears.

Harry wrapped his arms around her and patted her on the back.

But none of it could bring him back.

"He was a hero Hermione."

She listened to him.

"Hermione, this is what happened-"

Harry Potter had never been more scared in his life. Everyone in the room was scared, but all of them would admit to not being as scared as him. Although they didn't seem to see through his facade, and kept charging death eaters with inspiration that had come from his speech. However fabricated it was.

As lights passed his eyes and went inches by his skin, he started seeing things that made him realize at once, about all the hate in the world.

Everyone was dying. Beside him were bodies laying still on the floor, a condition that could not be remedied.

Harry looked to his left, and there was death eater trying to curse Blaise behind his back, while he was fighting off another death eater. Harry raised his wand and uttered the first of many unforgiveables that night.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The death eater went down in a flash of green, and though it was just a colour the vibrancy and meaning of it was so hurtful, every time he saw it he thought about that damned colour, was what started all of this. It made him angry, and with every death eater he saw he shot the curse and the colour from his wand at them, and each time he saw it he was hit with sudden bursts of motivation.

"Harry Potter."

The owner of the voice came from him. Lord Voldemort, who was standing right in front of him.

"Lord fucking Voldemort." He spat.

The entire of Harry's world stopped. This was all that mattered now. This moment, the moment he was born to live.

Words were not needed, instead they both bowed.

As Voldemort and Harry circled each other, baiting each other, Draco Malfoy was fighting off his own worst enemy. His father.

Narcissa was dead and the bastard in front of him was to blame.

"Son, you are such a disappointment." Lucias smirked.

Draco didn't take the bait, just held up his wand waiting for a moment of vulnerability.

Lucius moved the way Draco had expected him to, but he didn't take the shot. Something was holding him back, as if there was a blockage in his mind.

Lucius fired at him.

"CRUCIO!"
Draco moved swiftly, not paying attention to where the light went, but when he looked he saw Blaise being hit by the curse.

Anger boiled in him, and with new found hate he took advantage of it all.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

The curse hit directly in the heart, and Lucius Malfoy died that instant.

He barely had time to let it sink in when he saw another flash of light from the other side of the room.

A bright green light was forming at the end of Voldemort's wand, and Draco knew that moment what he had to do. Even if it meant losing everything he ever loved. He looked down at his rings at the initials that represented the person that took his whole heart, and felt his heart ache.

"I love you Hermione." He said to the ring, and then ran quickly, throwing himself in front of Harry right as the light came out of the wand.

He shut his eyes tightly and took in a deep breath as the light hit...his ring.

Unknowingly, Hermione had put every protection spell known on that ring, and Draco wasn't killed. But the sheer intensity of the curse, and the impact of his head hitting the stone floors, gave him the appearance of death.

But to everyone else in the room, Draco Malfoy had just died.

Harry watched shocked as it all happened, and then when Draco laid lifeless on the floor, he instantly felt more grateful than he could ever say, more guilt, and then he felt sympathy for Hermione.

That in mind, Harry Potter raised his wand, pointed it at the target, and screamed in a much louder voice and with more power than anyone in the entire wizarding world had ever had; "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Voldemort was dead.

"He was a hero Hermione." Harry said softly.

She cried harder than ever, and though she would never admit it to anyone ever, she felt a strange sort of resentment towards Harry. Like he was the reason Draco had died.

Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosh

Years went by, five In fact. Hermione Granger now twenty two years old, had absolutely nothing that her friends did. Blaise and Ginny had gotten married, and had recently had two baby girls, twins. Named Elizabeth and Molly. They both worked as Aurors, just as Harry did. Pansy and Hermione worked as Healers.

Pansy, if there was someone that knew what she was going through it was Pansy. It had been five years, and Ron hadn't come out of his coma. Pansy had taken him on as her exclusive patient, and every hour of the day she was by his side, trying new methods and spells. But nothing worked.

Hermione was over at Ginny and Blaise's house, and was sitting in a rocking chair holding her not really related neice Molly. Blaise and Ginny were in the kitchen, preparing food and Harry came through to her and put his hand on her shoulder, as she stared down at the baby wondering what it would have been like to have a baby, with the only man she ever loved.

Harry looked down at Hermione holding Ginny's daughter, and smiled. He realized then what he had to do.

Neither of them noticed a horrified face looking in through the window.

Hell yes baby. I'm back.

Next chapter will be filling in Tonks, Luna, more about them all, and stuff.

YAY!

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