I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
Cause no one else cared

"Hermione seriously, just drop it already!" Harry angrily slammed his book shut and glared at his friend, hardened to the tears in her eyes. They'd been there for so long he very rarely even saw them anymore.

"But Harry it's been months. Everyone else has come out of hiding now and been fine. What if something's happened to him? Something bad?"

"Then it's his fault 'mione, why should we care?" Ron chimed in, looking up from his game of wizard chess with Dean. Hermione made the irritated noise that most of Gryffindor had become used to hearing after these conversations. The thing was nobody else cared about him as much she did. And nobody could understand why she cared so much.

After my dreaming
I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
When I'm done here

The bird song was what woke him up. Since when had there been any birds near the manor? That's when he remembered where exactly he was. He groaned and fell back onto the hard concrete of his cell. He wondered if he was going to die here. He wondered if anybody back at Hogwarts cared. Although he hadn't exactly given anyone cause to care about him. Fear struck him, how would he be remembered if he were to die at this place? Would anyone even bother to remember him, or was he already forgotten?

So if you're asking me
I want you to know

When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

"Find him for me Hedwig. I know you can find him." Hermione finished tying the letter to Hedwig's leg and watched her fly off into the distance before slumping against the wall. When she'd first spoke of her fears to Ron and Harry they'd reacted in the way she'd expected them to: with outrage.

"After all the things he's done to us, after all the names he's called you, you're actually bothering to care where he is and if he's okay?" Was Ron's response. Harry's was along the same lines, if slightly more diplomatic at first as he possessed somewhat more emotional sensitivity than Ron did.

"The war is over. Why are we still talking about old prejudices and holding ancient grudges? Harry you read Dumbledore's letter, if Dumbledore trusted him why can't you?"

"Trusting him is what got Dumbledore killed!"

"No Harry, knowing Voldermort's plan and being willing to manipulate it to bring Voldermort down despite it meaning his own death is what got Dumbledore killed."

"That still doesn't explain why we should care Hermione."

"Because I think I love him."

Don't be afraid
I've taken my beating
I've shared what I made

I'm strong on the surface
Not all the way through
I've never been perfect
But neither have you

He used the endless hours in the dark cell to think about her. How he'd upset her so many times in the past. How many times he'd used the foul name he'd picked up from his father, not really considering the effect it may have on her. But then there were times when her perfect mask slipped – a cross word, a threatening of hexing, that punch in third year. Now he had chosen his allegiance and was suffering for it. After years of causing others suffering he was receiving what he'd dished out so many times in the past. He just hoped she remembered him of all people. He may have exuded a confidence which indicated he didn't care, but if she were to forget him then he wasn't sure he could cope with that knowledge.

So if you're asking me
I want you to know

When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

There was a tapping at the bars on the tiny window, broken by a hooting. He pushed himself up from the floor and stood on the stool he'd had thrown at him the previous night in order to reach the window. "Potter's owl?" He reached between the bars and took the parchment from Hedwig's offered leg. He unrolled it and read the words on it, a grin unfurling on his face as he did so. She cared, she remembered, she was bothered. Then his smile fell. Would he ever get to see her again? Another hoot from Hedwig caught his attention, there was something else attached to her leg, an always inked quill from Zonkos. Following his instincts he ripped off the blank parchment at the bottom of her note and scribbled on it, retying it to Hedwig's leg along with the quill and storing her note in his robe pocket to save for later.

Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well

Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are

"Hermione, Hedwig's back. She won't let anyone else go near her though. Go and take whatever's on her leg off so I can send a letter to Mrs Weasley."

Hermione looked up, surprised that Hedwig had returned so soon, let alone with a reply. She raced to the owlery and retrieved his reply from Hedwig's leg who then flew over to Harry as he entered behind Hermione. "What is it that's so important Hedwig wouldn't let me go near her?" He asked her, trying to make out the scrawled writing on the ripped parchment. Hermione turned to face him, tears streaming down her cheeks, and handed him the parchment.

When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

He looked up from her letter. It was dark now and he knew it must be late at night as noise above had stopped a long time ago. Until now that was. It sounded as if fighting had broken out. Sure enough after some time had passed the noises got louder and soon he could see flashing lights as spells were cast. He heard Bellatrix's voice begin to cry out the killing curse but somebody beat her to it. Silence fell briefly and then light flooded his cell as the door was flung open. She was standing in the doorway, looking terrified as to what she would find but exhilarated at the same time. "You came." He stated in dismay. She broke into a grin and crossed the room to where he was standing. She looked nervous as she closed the space between them, but determined as well.

Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well

Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are
I can't be who you are

"Of course I came. I love you Draco Malfoy." Her brown eyes were shining with sincerity and she blushed as he reached out and took her hand, pulling her even closer to him. Oblivious to Harry, Ron and the rest of the Order now filling the room he slipped one arm around her waist and pressed his lips gently against hers.

"I love you too Hermione Granger."