Hermione sat on her bed at the Burrow, staring out the window at a white marquee in the backyard.
Today was Bill and Fleur's wedding, a happy event for all who were not Hermione Granger.
She hadn't been happy since that fateful day at Hogwarts. The day that Professor Dumbledore was killed, the day that Draco Malfoy left her.
Of course, he didn't really leave her, nor did he want to leave, and Hermione knew that.
She understood it, probably better than anyone else.
But that didn't stop her from hating it. She hated the fact that he was gone, hated the fact that he was taken away from her so abruptly, right when their relationship was reaching new heights.
She still cried every single night.
No boy has ever made her cry like that before. No boy, that is, until Draco Malfoy came around.
He had changed so many things about her. He taught her love, true love, and he taught her that two people who were so different could come together over one thing, that one thing being, once again, love.
She missed him more than she'd ever missed anyone. Every single day she missed him more and more.
She had originally thought that, as the days went by, the hurt and the missing him part would soon start to fade.
But she was so wrong. It only grew worse with each passing day.
Right now, as she stared out at the marquee, she was thinking about their last night together.
"The sky is so clear tonight. I don't think it's been like this in a while," Hermione said quietly.
Draco stared at her. "You pay attention to the sky?" he questioned.
"A lot of attention. I watch the stars every night," she told him.
Draco smiled at her and took her hand in his. "I do too. Every single night."
They were silent, Draco brooding over what was going to come.
Hermione caught on to this and whispered, "It's a good omen, Draco, the clearness of the sky. It means good things are coming."
Draco shook his head, and held tighter to her hand.
"It's tomorrow, Hermione," he whispered.
Hermione couldn't speak, or think. She knew what this was coming down to.
"The… The thing you've been planning?" she questioned.
Draco nodded. "Tomorrow night," he moaned.
Hermione raised her free hand up to his cheek, and caressed it. "I guess this can't go on any longer then," she said sadly.
Draco held her hand to his face. "No, I can't put you in any more danger."
"I've been hearing that ever since I became friends with Harry. Draco, I don't care about danger," she whispered.
Draco smiled. "I know, and that's what I love most about you. Your inability to feel fear," he said.
"Oh I feel fear, Draco, but not for myself; mostly for you. Just please, please be careful," she told him.
He couldn't believe how supportive she was being. She wasn't telling him off, or screaming that she hated him for doing this. She was with him no matter what.
"I'm more worried about you being careful," he confessed to her.
"I'm always careful," she laughed.
Draco leaned deeper into her hand. "I hate to see this end," he cried.
"I do too, but we were left on this world just for each other, Draco, I can feel it. Fate will bring us back together," she told him.
He closed his eyes. "I love you, Hermione, so much more than anything or anyone else in my life. I'm sorry for what I have to do," he whispered quietly.
Hermione leaned in and kissed him. "You're forgiven. With me, you will always be forgiven. I love you, and I am always going to love you."
She still felt that fate was going to bring them back together. There was a reason that they had gotten together in the first place, and she knew that it wasn't just for a quick relationship.
It was for something much much more than a quick relationship; it was for life.
A knock on the door disrupted her thoughts.
"Come in," she said, her voice hoarse.
Ginny entered the room. "Mum says the guests will start arriving in about half an hour, so we should get outside-Hermione, you're not even dressed yet!" she said.
Hermione looked down at her outfit. She was still in her pajamas.
"Oh, you're right, sorry, got a little distracted," Hermione told her.
Ginny walked into the room and sat on the edge of her bed.
"Hermione, are you alright? You've been a little off lately," she questioned.
"I'm fine, Ginny," Hermione said stiffly.
Even though Harry had ended things with Ginny at the end of last term, things were still a bit tense between the two girls.
"Look, I realize that we've drifted apart in the last year, but I want things to go back to normal, Hermione, and I'm sorry for whatever I've done," Ginny apologized.
Hermione sighed. Ginny was making this so difficult.
"I know, Ginny. Me too," was all she said.
Ginny smiled at her and stood up. "Do you want some help getting ready?"
Hermione looked around the room, then down at herself.
"Yeah, I suppose I could use some help. I need to be downstairs in half an hour," Hermione said, thankful for the help.
She put on her dress. It was lilac-colored and flowed down past her knees. She sat down at the vanity table in the corner of the room. Ginny got to work on curling her hair, and Hermione started putting on a light shade of make up.
Ginny finished curling Hermione's hair, and then swept it into a loose side ponytail.
"Thanks, Ginny," Hermione told her.
"Not a problem, Hermione," Ginny responded.
The two girls walked downstairs and out into the marquee.
Hermione was sure that the wedding ceremony was beautiful, but she couldn't bring herself to pay attention.
Throughout the entire ceremony, all she could think about was Draco. She fantasized about what it would be like if this was their wedding.
"…Then I declare you bonded for life."
An eruption of applause went throughout the entire marquee, and Hermione was snapped out of her daydreaming.
They stood up and the chairs disappeared, and a gleaming gold dance floor spread out beneath them.
Ron led Harry and Hermione over to a table with Luna Lovegood, and not long after they sat down he asked Hermione to dance.
"Come and dance," he said to her, taking one of her hands in his.
"What?" she asked, snapping again out of another daydream, this one involved her and Draco dancing at their own wedding.
"Come and dance," Ron repeated.
Hermione looked perplexed, but agreed, thinking that if she had something to do with herself, she would not think of Draco so much.
They started dancing, Ron pulling her close, and Hermione tried not to pay attention to his grabbing hands.
She looked out over his shoulder and off towards the woods when she saw it; a flash of silvery blonde.
She stopped dancing immediately, surprising Ron.
"Are you alright?" he asked, alarmed.
No, it couldn't be, he couldn't be here, could he?
"Hermione?" Ron pried.
"What? Oh, fine, I'm fine; I just got a little light headed. I'm fine though. Shall we continue?"
They continued dancing, and Hermione saw it again; another flash of silvery blonde by the edge of the woods.
"Ron, I'm sorry, I need a bit of air, I'll be back soon, okay?" she said.
"You sure you don't need me to come?" he asked, concerned.
"No, no, stay, have fun. I'll just be a moment."
And with that Hermione fled the marquee and walked as quickly as she could without actually running towards the trees.
She stopped at the edge of the shadows and whispered, "Draco?"
He stepped out from underneath the canopy of trees, and Hermione sighed happily.
He was wearing a pair of black dress pants and a white oxford, on which the sleeves were rolled up around his elbows. His tie, which she supposed was tied before he got here, was hanging loosely around his neck.
"Hermione," he moaned, and he made his way to her at once.
He took her in his arms and held onto her tight, sobbing into her shoulder. Hermione stroked his hair, and grabbed his shirt.
"Oh Draco," she whispered.
"Hermione, I love you so much, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Hermione," he kept repeating.
"Sh, it's okay, Draco, please, I love you too. So much. It's okay," she whispered back.
He pulled away from her and looked into her eyes.
"I've missed you so much," he whispered.
"I've missed you too. I can't stop thinking about you," she whispered back, not wanting to speak too loud.
"Oh, Hermione, me either," he said, and then he crushed his lips to hers.
It felt so good kissing him again. Hermione was in a heavenly bliss right now.
They pulled apart for air, but neither one of them let the other go.
And then, it really hit her. Draco was here, standing in front of her, holding onto her.
"Draco, how did you get here? If someone sees you!" she started to exclaim.
"Hermione, relax. No one knows I'm here, and everyone's attention is on the wedding celebrations. You're the only one that wasn't paying enough attention to that to notice me," he said with a small laugh.
"This is so dangerous," she said.
"I thought you said you didn't care about danger?"
Hermione smirked. "Oh, I don't," she said before kissing him again.
They pulled apart again and Draco bowed to her.
"May I have this dance?" he asked while holding out his hand.
"Absolutely," she said to him, as she took his hand.
He twirled her around, making sure never to leave the shadows of the trees.
"You've gotten very good at dancing," he complimented her.
"Let's just say that I had a very good teacher," she replied.
The music slowed down to a soft waltz, and Hermione rested her head against his chest.
She didn't care how wrong or dangerous this was. Draco was with her, and that's all that she had wanted for the longest time.
The song ended and Draco pulled away from her a bit.
"I have to go," he said sadly.
"I figured as much," Hermione said, just as sadly.
"But I have something for you. Turn around," he told Hermione.
She raised her eyebrow at him before turning around.
She felt something cold touch her skin, and when she looked down she saw a beautiful silver necklace with blue topaz stones around her neck.
"Draco, this is beautiful!" she exclaimed as she spun back around.
"My mum gave it to me a while back, said something about giving it to the one I love. So, it belongs to you now," he told her.
"I love it," she whispered.
"So, now, when you're missing me, just put the necklace on, and it will remind you that I love you, and I will always be around," he told her.
She leaned her face up to his and gave him a soft kiss.
"I love you so much, Draco. Please, be careful," she said to him.
"You have no idea how much I love you, and how much you mean to me. You be careful too," he said.
And with one final kiss he walked back into the shadows of the woods.
Hermione wiped the few tears she shed away from her face and walked back towards the party, clutching on to the necklace.
"I miss you already," she whispered to the wind
Author's Note: Hey! So, this is technically chapter one, and I hope everyone likes it! Let me know what you all think (: