More screams filled the dark manor that the Malfoy's occupied. The two boys couldn't tear their eyes from the scene. Ron fell to his knees, shock overpowering every other emotion within him. Her name fell from his lips in confusion. She couldn't be dead. Why did Malfoy have to kill her. This things spun around his head as Harry remained still, confusion washing over him before Dobby appeared at their side and apparated them out of the Manor.

Bellatrix turned her head to look for the source of the screams, and found the face of her sister, Narcissa. She had ran to the bodies of her son and the mudblood, dropping to his side and began willing him to wake up, pulling his lifeless body onto her lap and rocking him, crying into his chest and repeating the words to wake him.

He never responded. Bellatrix watched with intregue at the mini scene before her. She didn't understand why her sister was upset. Lord Voldemort would be pleased that the mudblood and the blood-traitor were caught and stopped before they created any abominations to the Wizarding world. She tilted her head slightly and narrowed her eyes, like a child trying to work out a puzzle.

More deatheaters ran in at the sound of a new voice screaming out, stopping in their tracks at the sight before them and looking between eachother to see if anyone knew what happened and how to break it to Lucius when he finally arrived to the room.

Ron was still staring blankly ahead when Harry and Dobby walked him into Shell Cottage, Bill and Fleur taking him in an instant and sitting him down. Fleur stood up straight and scanned around before frowning down at Harry

"Where iz 'Ermione?" she questioned, hoping she was outside

"She - She was" Ron managed to croak out before his voice gave in and his body began to shake violently with angry tears, he buried his head in his hands and rocked himself back and forth. Bill and Fleur looked to Harry for help, not aware of how serious the situation was. Harry watched as his best friend mourned Hermione for a few silent moments before looking up to the two quizzical hosts. He swallowed a lump in his throat and took a breath

"Bellatrix tortured Hermione, from what we can gather." he started, turning his emerald eyes to the slightly tattered rug on the floor, staring through it as if he was rewatching the scenes.

"When Ron and I escaped to find her, Draco-" he squeezed his eyes shut "Draco was stood over her with his wand, covered in blood. Before we could stop him, he- He killed her" he finally informed them, causing Ron to cry harder as he got up and left the room to mourn alone. Harry's face was hard, ignoring the rogue tears rolling down his face.

"We killed him." he stated, looking up again at the two shocked faces. He shook his head lightly

"I knew he hated her, but to kill her?" he gritted his teeth and turned, punching the nearest wall to him, slicing his knuckles. But it didn't stop him. The only thing that stopped him from punching in a new archway to the room was Bill, who pulled the raven-haired boy away and turned him, wrapping his arms around him and allowing him to give into the tears that he fought so hard to keep in. His wife running into the kitchen to cry in private.

The news soon reached the burrow and other members of Dumbledore's Army. The count of mourners that turned up on Hermione's final day was Incredible. But it didn't ease Harry or Ron in the slightest as they sat at the front, looking at the Periwinkle Blue casket she was resting in.

It was a double funeral. Despite the protests of most the Pureblooded family of Draco Malfoy's. In their mind, he should have been laid to rest in the family graveyard and to look down on the world they ruled. But this was never to happen. Not for Draco. He was to forever rest with his one true love for eternity and that was the way it was going to remain.

Narcissa Malfoy had been the one to go against the wishes of her husband and deranged sister. She had lost a son because of their selfishness and wasn't about to let him down again.

Narcissa had seen the entire thing, she had come running when her sister called her to help with Draco and had to remain silent as she saw the connection between her son and the girl. She had seen that look before. The look of pure love. It was what her and Lucius had shared on so many occasions. To begin with, she was disgusted, but that soon turned into admiration for her son's bravery, and then swiftly to a heart wrenching sorrow at his sacrifice. She knew why Draco had done it. If he had simply let Harry and Ron kill him, Bellatrix would have tortured Hermione more. Which would be intensified by the fact that Draco was no longer with her. It was to save her that he had to kill him. And she was the only one to understand that - until she turned up by the Burrow, a letter in her hand and tearstains marking her face.

Molly had greeted her, she never had a problem with Narcissa, and the owl from her the day before had settled her mind and prompted her to venture out and meet the woman.

Molly looked at the Female Malfoy, tears running down her own face. No words were exchanged between the two of them, only the letter. Once it had left Narcissa's hands, she disaparated back home, leaving the Weasley's Burrow and Molly in one piece.

The woman turned and headed inside, finding a quiet and secret place to open the letter.

She let out a gasp, dropping it before burying her sobbing face in her hands, breathing weakly at the words inside it.

Granger.

Hermione.

Hermione. I much prefer that to the formalities of our surnames.

I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, or call you that horrible name yesterday. It was uncalled for and I wish I could take it back. But I can't. I can only tell you that I'm sorry. If I could, I would spend the rest of my life apologising to you and making it up to you. Because you're so special. Everyone can see that except you. I know that over the next five years of Hogwarts, you will shine, and my only fear is that you'll miss it. That you'll think you're nothing more than a lump of coal.

I want you to know that you're a diamond. The brightest star in the sky, and the most important person here.

I wish you would let me love you, because I would love you everyday. And when you learn to love yourself, I'll know my life is complete.

I hope I get the courage to send this to you.

I know I wont.

I will always love you.

Draco Malfoy.

The letter was later shown to Ron and Harry, who didn't believe it at first, that the twelve year old stuck up Draco Malfoy could have written something like this and continued to insult and torment the girl and her friends. But then they realised it was simply school yard behaviour. Picking on the girl you fancy, pulling on her pigtails to get her to notice you because that's how you think it works. And Draco being a Malfoy, the boys highly doubted that he was taught how to express love in any way that wasn't painful.

It took a lot of convincing, but eventually the plan was made and the date set.

Harry's eyes flickered to the pure white casket of Draco. That was the only way to get Draco buried with Hermione. They would share one grave, but have two caskets.

The mourners eventually began to disperse as the funeral had ended, and ventured to the Weasleys - Where Narcissa and Lucius was invited. As expected, the male refused and returned home. But Narcissa accepted, finding comfort in the family and leaving with them.

Harry and Ron remained and stood above the gave, sucking in a deep breath, Harry looked to his best friend, frowning

"There was nothing we could have done" he breathed, patting Ron on the shoulder and looking back to the gravestone.

"We should have seen it. She was our best friend" Ron croaked. He hadn't been the same since that day in the Manor. It was no secret that he loved Hermione, so this was twice as painful for him. He swallowed a lump and turned away from Harry, walking slowly after his family.

"I know" Harry sighed, taking one last look at the Headstone before turning and following suit.

-"Here lay

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

Loved until the very last moment.

The Brightest Stars in the Sky"