A.N. Hey guys! Ive been going all Dramione again lately… so I thought I would write this. As usual if you have read my fics before, as I start, I have no clue how this is going to end. I thought I would keep it as a one-shot, but if lots of people enjoy this it may sway me into making it longer. Who knows?

Set post-deathly hallows. I realised I had no idea of Mrs Grangers forename, so I called her Jean based on something I read. If anyone knows her real name, can you please let me know! Please read and review, hope you enjoy!

September 15th.

Hermione watched soulfully as her mother's coffin was placed onto the ground. No tears, not now. They had all been shed that morning.

"We are here to celebrate the life of Jean Granger. This ceremony has been planned with much love by Jean's family. Everything said today about Jean comes from them."

Ron squeezed her hand tightly and tried to force a smile out of her. It wasn't going to work. Hermione barely looked up from the dark, muddy hole that would soon become her dear mother's home. She made a mental promise to visit her mother at least once a week. And her father, who her mother now lay beside.

Many would wonder how, at such a young age, Hermione had lost both parents. She saw this thought floating around the minds of her muggle family and friends and cursed herself for having to stick to a lie. When Mr Granger had been killed by Death Eaters on the run, Jean had thought it best to lie to those oblivious to the magical world. Even just telling them he had been killed brought up too many questions. So, to those out of the loop, he had died in a boat accident. Horrible, but simple. Didn't raise too many questions.

"You have all been touched by the life of Jean. So remember her with kindness, remember her with warmth, remember her with fond memories, remember her with love and affection, and above all remember her with gratitude for what Jean brought to your life."

Hundreds of people were surrounded, a circle around such a small space. Hermione held some small thanks that her mother's death was much easier for others to understand. She didn't have to explain anything that way, didn't have to dwell. But it didn't stop her from being scared. No one else understood, or really cared. But Hermione was terrified. Her mother had been the main focal point of her life, something she revolved around. Had could she go on without her? It was an impossible thought that Hermione refused to acknowledge.

Jean Granger suffered a weak heart ever since Hermione could remember. She had a heart bypass, and five years later… well, here they were.

"It is said that a person dies twice, once when their heart stops and again when they are forgotten. Some of us may believe that death is the end. Others may believe that we go on to another existence or that we are reborn as another being. Some of us perhaps don't quite know what to believe. But death is never the end while there are those who follow and remember."

Hermione fondly recalled one particular Sunday morning.

She was seven years old, and had woken to the smell of pancakes. Her feet threw her down the stairs as fast as they could, and the table was covered with pancakes, ice cream, syrup, chocolate… all manner of treats.

"Mum… I thought I wasn't allowed this stuff? What about my teeth?"

Jean Granger chuckled at her daughter who reminded her so much of herself. "Well darling, your teeth can have one day off."

Hermione had eaten more than her stomach could take, and sat through church happy. She heard Father O'Kane talking about Heaven. When they got home, Hermione was still pondering it.

"Mum, what's Heaven?"

"Well, darling, it can be different for every person. Everyone has a different Heaven."

"Well. What do you think it is?"

"Me? I think it is just like earth. There are no fluffy clouds to sleep on, and no unicorns dancing through rainbows. I think it is just like here, now. My Heaven has your father, in his suit with his pipe, with Bettye LaVette playing as your father spins me around the living room, dancing and laughing madly, while you sit on that chair and smile that perfect smile, reading your books. And then we all sit together having one long cuddle, and spend every day together without worrying about having to go to work or school. That is my Heaven, baby. You and Daddy are my Heaven."

Hermione quirked her eyebrow.

"Mum?"

"Yes, dear?"

"What is being in love? What does it mean? Is it different from other love?"

"My my, you are full of questions today! And yes, it is. I love your uncle Ed very much. He is your fathers best friend, and he is your godfather. He makes me laugh, takes good care of us, and I wouldn't ever want him to come to harm. That is love. Being 'in love' is different. It is when someone makes you smile more than anything. When things are not always perfect, but you know they are real. When someone is impossible to forget. When you love them so much you think that your heart will burst. It is when you think that person is the most beautiful in the world, no matter what."

"Mum, are you in love with daddy?"

"Very much."

"Mum… does that mean you are in love with me?"

Jean smiled widely and tried to conceal a laugh.

"It must do, Hermione."

Hermione wiped just one tear from her cheek. As she looked up and around, she realised it was over. Everyone was leaving for their cars. A strong hand clasped her shoulder, lovingly and reassuringly. Hermione felt such emotion from this hand. She nuzzled it gently.

"Thank you for being here. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Hermione's breath caught in her throat and she turned, fearful, to the face of Draco Malfoy.

A.N. Okay, so I decided I am going to make this longer. But still… reviews please! I love them, good or bad 3 what did you think people? Stay beautiful x