A/N These are all going to be one-shots. Various points of view, comment with your favorite pairing, and I'll write one for you. I will be doing mainly Dramione, but I might throw in some other pairings.

Disclaimer- If I had written HP, there would be Dramione.

6 Feet Under-

Rating: T

Characters: Draco M. and Hermione G. (and Romione at the beginning)

Summary: Hermione died tragically in the final battle, but her spirit still inhabits earth. A/U

Warnings: Character Death

Genre: Tragedy, Romance

Written For: ME!

I saw Harry flip out of Hagrid's arms and start sprinting away. My heart lifted…He was alive! Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Bellatrix, shrieking with rage, turn her wand toward me. Before I could defend myself, I saw a bright green flash of light, then all went black.

As started running away, I noticed something. My body felt…lighter. I felt…disconnected. I turned around slowly, and screamed, as I saw my body, laying on the ground, my eyes open, blank, no emotion on my face. I saw Ron, in a fierce duel with Bellatrix, a tear running down his cheek. I tried to go to him, to comfort him, to tell him I was here, but I couldn't go to him, I felt drawn somewhere else. My spirit was pulled to the edge of the forest, where I was still in sight of my body. I saw someone there, sitting down, his back against a tree. I was behind him. I walked lightly over to him, forgetting that I wasn't alive anymore. His head was resting in his hands. I would recognize him anywhere, though. Malfoy. He lifted his head, to rest it on the tree.

"Thanks, Aunt Bella." Heard him mutter. "The only girl I've ever had feelings for, and you…you...kill her." He said, choking on his words at the end. I saw a tear glisten at the corner of his eye, before falling down his cheek. He brushed it away angrily. "great." He said, angrily, "I'm crying over Granger. Of all people, why did it have to be Granger?" my jaw dropped as he said this, surprised at the confession. I stumble gracefully (A/N try figuring that one out!) back to the battlefield, where Harry, Ron, and the rest of the Weasleys are huddled around my body, crying. A tear slips down my face as I see the affection they had for me.

*flash forward*

I walked with Harry and Ron, as they took their seats at the front. I looked back at the rows of people that were sitting down. All of them were very familiar. They were here for my burial. I saw a figure slip in, unnoticed by anyone else, and stand in the back corner, trying to stay inconspicuous. He stayed there for the duration of the service, waiting, waiting until the very last person had gone out of sight, before coming up to the new earth, laying a lily by the headstone.

"Granger," He said quietly, "You are the only girl that has ever caught my attention. I don't even know why, or how, but you did. I- I just wish…" he said, a pained expression on his face, "That…I could've told you before….or that you would have known…I wish that it hadn't been Bella who- who- killed you. I wish I wasn't related to her. Okay, I'm rambling." He said, taking a deep breath. "I wish…I had a chance to start over. Because, Granger, "Draco Malfoy said, his voice cracking, "I think I love you"