A/N: This is the first ever ff that I have written about Harry's death. I was quite angry at the world when I wrote it, but now that's cleared up! I had also just finished watching The Virgin Suicides, which was really sad! It got me in the mood to write depressing stuff, so here we go! (Hope none of you take too much offence at this, coz this is purely from the views of Hermione!) Please r & r!

I've always wondered what it would be like to die, would it be painful, or would it be peaceful and serene. After Harry died, I always thought that he'd come back to tell me what it was like. I waited two long years, was mourning over his grave for that length of time.

 He was 17 when he died, long before he should have done. He died trying to save me from Voldemort, died because he loved me. Maybe he loved me too much. No, it's not that I didn't love him back; I did, with all of my heart. I never loved (and probably never will love) someone as much as I loved Harry James Potter. But it still causes me pain to think of him.

 I loved him more than anyone could ever imagine loving another person. I knew that he loved me in return, because a month or so before he died, he had asked me to marry him. I agreed, and then we started kissing whilst sat on my bed. One thing led to another, and I ended up sleeping with him. I knew that I was ready for that commitment, because I loved him so much. We had only done it a couple of times after that, and so when I found out that I was pregnant, I knew that the baby was his. I didn't want to tell him, because I wanted it to be a surprise. Then, a couple of days after I found out, he died.

 Voldemort knew that Harry loved me (unfortunately, they had a sort of link, through Harry's scar), and he would also stop at nothing to torture and kill all of the people that Harry cared about. Voldemort came after us one day when we were out, and tried to kill me. Harry stood in front of my to protect me, then Voldemort delivered to Harry the fatal wound, that would have taken my life instead of his. After he had delivered the wound, Voldemort disapperated, leaving me cradling a dying Harry in my arms. As he was dying, Harry said these words to me:

 "I have to tell you this, because I don't know if I made it clear before. I love you, (at this point I burst into tears) and no matter what happens, that will never change."

 I then realised that this would be that last chance that I would have to tell Harry, so I said to him:

 "Harry! I love you too! I have something to tell you, you are going to be a dad. I'm pregnant."

 "I was going to be a dad? Why didn't you tell me before?"

 "I'm not quite sure, I…. Harry, I do love you, and I know that whatever happens, you'll be with me."

 As I said this, I saw his beautiful emerald eyes light up one last time. I let my lips join with his for our last kiss shared on this world. The last words he said to me were:

 "This is my time now. It will be your time eventually Hermione, and when that happens, I'll be waiting for you; I could never live another life without you. I love you."

 And then he died. As I sat, cradling him in my arms, still crying relentlessly, I knew that he had gone. I then simply said:

 "At least this way you'll stay young and gorgeous for all eternity."

 I could never bring myself to let him go, I cared that much for him. I needed him to start my day; I couldn't cope without seeing his face, his deep eyes into which I could stare for hours. I couldn't bring myself to realise that he had gone, and that my life was still to be lived. I knew that it should have been me that died, and now, the guilty conscience settled in, never to leave. Every day, I thought of him, and the feelings I had for him never grew less.

 I'll never forget that day, and even now, 3 years on, I can remember the good times we had in a relationship, and when we had had adventures with Ron. And I know, deep down inside of me, that he has never left my side. He was with me for the birth of our daughter, and for all of her major milestones to date. I know that he is up there somewhere, smiling down on me, waiting for the day that I will return to him, be forever in his arms.

A/N: Wah! I was feeling dead emotional! I have had a rubbish day! I am on my period (boohoo!), but I know of at least 2 gud things that have happened (or are going to happen). 1. You are reading this! Thanx v much! And 2, It's my birthday 2 moro! (June 6th!) If I don't get 25 reviews, then I will cry & not write nemore! Boohoo! And now I'm listening 2 Blurry (Puddle of Mudd) and its v sad, but gud neway!