I came up with this story in bed one night. Hope you like it!
I look down at my feet, at the grave. It wasn't supposed to end this way. I feel a tear run down my cheek, freezing mid cheek in the cold December air. I slowly sink down to my knees feeling the cold snow soke into my jeans. It can;t end this way. I was going to purpose the night she died. We where going to live happily ever after. (I know that sounds like fairy tale crap.) I pull out my wand and try to make flowers appear like she did on harry's mum and dad's grave, but nothing happened. I keep trying and trying but nothing will happen. I give up and just sit there. Then the flowers appear. I look behind me and see her. Her messy brown hair hanging in her face, her wand out and she is just standing there, smiling at me. I want to run up and kiss her. Kiss her and tell her "I love you". But i know i cant. She is only a memory. I know she is dead. I knew that even before she got hit with the killing kurse. But I was to slow. I tryed to warn her but i was to late. I can still see the look in her eyes as she crumpled to the ground. That sad, good bye look that also says "I love you". I look around and see all the people that have died in this battle, the battle against Voldemort. I hate him. I have always hated him sense i got involved. Sometimes i wish Tom Riddle was never born. But then I wouldn't have met Harry or Hermione. Then I wouldn't be here right now. I feel a hand on my shoulder and see its Harry standing with Ginny. At least they are happy.
"Its time to go." Harry whispers.
"Gimme couple more minuets to say good bye." I barley choke out. They both nod and walk away.
"Good bye Hermione. I will always remember you. I love you." I whisper and take one last look at the grave. It wasn't supposed to end this way.
Hope you liked it! BTW, I LOVE Hermione. I just thought it would be nice to write something like this. This is only a one shot.