Every Me by KiRa M. EMeRaLd

Disclaimer: The owner of these characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

NOTE: No relation to Deathly Hallows and the title of this story is from the song, Every You Every Me by Placebo.

A/N: I find that it's just not a ''KiRa M. EmeRaLd'' story unless it has a sad beginning. So, here we go...

P.S. Yes, it'll be a really sad beginning but I promise it'll brighten up in the later chapters.

P.P.S. Just hang on through the first few chapters, it gets a lot better later on.

Warning: As the story progresses, some characters will be a little (or a lot) out of character.

Chapter One

She watched blankly as the casket was lowered into the ground, six feet below. A part of her soul seemed to fall with that casket. Lower and lower to the ends of what seemed like nothingness, in dark corners, to never return.

He took her hand and squeezed. Squeezed so hard she was sure he was putting all his grief into it, so hard that she knew he wanted to be anywhere but here, so hard that she knew he wanted to be alone, with her for his comfort, so hard that she was sure she would find a bruise there the next morning.

But she felt nothing.

She couldn't bring herself to feel. The world was ticking away, and her brain was struggling to keep up, it didn't want to keep up, it didn't want to ever keep up. Because keeping up meant that this was real, that it was all real, and that their worst fears had come true.

Finally on the ground, the casket stopped descending. Last words were spoken but she heard nothing. He gave her a nudge as all eyes fell on her.

"Say something." he spoke, barely moving his lips as his puffy red eyes looked at her emotionless ones. She blinked. She un-twined their hands as she grabbed a white rose, kissed it and threw gently on the coffin as she slowly made her way back to him.

That was all she wanted to say.

She stood back next to him, took hold of his hand once again and looked down to the ground at her black shoes. She looked up as crows flew against the sky, she turned her vision to her surroundings. Nothing particularly interesting. Crows, grave markings, birds landing on a small gathering of trees, Malfoy hiding behind a bush, crosses, flowers ev- She did a double take.

Malfoy? Here? Now? That was absurd! But sure enough, there he was. Being a dolt as always and trying to be ''sly'' by hiding behind a bush. If she had been in a better mood she would have laughed her arse off.

Didn't he know that his platinum blond hair easily gave him away, no matter where he tried to hide?

Her mind, slower than usual, took a while to register the idea of Malfoy being here and what it meant exactly. She blinked twice and her eyes widened. She let go of his hand and slipped away. Striding in Malfoy's direction she realized he would easily spot her and run away, so she changed her course and took the long way to Malfoy so he wouldn't see her coming.

A minute later she was creeping up behind Malfoy.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" she whispered harshly as she grabbed his arm and roughly turned him towards her. He was almost knocked down to the floor in surprise, seeing as he was still crouched down and all.

"I... uh..."

"This is not for you, this is not for people like you." she said, with venom spilling in every word as her eyes threatened fire.

"Get your filthy hands off me mudblood!" he yelled as he grabbed his arm back. She slapped him with all the anger and grief she couldn't emit in words or in a show of emotion.

"That's the last time you do that Granger!" he said as he grabbed his wand. She was quicker and had hers out before him.

"I dare you." she challenged, looking at him with hatred.

"Go back to your little mourning ceremony. I didn't cause this, I didn't make this happen so don't take this crap out on me!"

"Oh yeah? THEN WHO THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO TAKE IT OUT ON!" she screamed. Everyone who was at the burial turned around to look in her direction. As soon as they realized who she was next to, panic broke loose and everyone rushed towards them.

Hermione heard a pop and turned back to where Malfoy had been standing to find no one there. She glared at the spot and mumbled, "Figures."

Ron rushed to her side.

"'Mione are you okay?" he said as he took hold of her arms as if inspecting for any damage. She took her arms back from his grasp.

"I'm fine." He sighed with relief and held her tightly in his arms as if she was the most precious thing in the world.

"Hermione dear, are you alright?" Hermione recognized Molly Weasley's voice.

"She's fine mum." Ron responded for her.

"Idiots! All of 'em!" Hagrid yelled as he joined everyone where Ron and Hermione stood huddled.

"Can't they just let us mourn in peace." Luna stated simply in her light as air voice as she stood next to him.

"I told ye they're idiots." he shook his head.

Fred stepped next to Mrs. Weasley, right along George as they began questioning her.

"What'd he say to you Hermione?" Fred asked.

"Did he touch you?" George joined.

"Harm you?"

"Anything?"

"Would you stop!" Hermione let go of Ron. "This is not about me, it's about Harry! Now can we please just go on and pay our last respects to him!" she yelled.

Remus Lupin nodded, "Hermione's right. C'mon, Harry deserves some respect," he said making a motion with his hands for everyone to follow him. "Even if no one else will give him that." he added while muttering as he and a few people turned around, soon followed one by one by everyone back to the casket that was now six feet under.

A/N: In the story when Luna said "they", I was referring to people from the Dark Side, Death Eaters, etc. Sorry, if I made any mistakes. Let me know what you think and please, no flames!