Author's Note: I'll make this short as I know not everyone loves 'em. Due to a review wanting Draco and Hermione alive, I've come up with two endings for this story. The second ending is yet to come.

First ending:

DRACO

My father is pointing his wand at the both of us and with my wand on the floor (having dropped it early on to see if Hermione was all right), I am now feeling completely useless. Though just a few inches from my feet, I couldn't make any move to grab it. Malfoy's have the reflexes of a cat.

"Are you kidding me? You will actually kill your own son just to have your way? That's crazy!" I tell him although I know its not. Malfoy's have killed others for much less. My father just arched his eyebrow at me.

"Okay, I'll tell you what, I stop seeing Hermione and you let us both live," I say, trying to make a deal with him.

"I know you won't do that Draco. What do you take me for? A Weasley? I know better than that. I know how you've communicated with the witch without being near her."

I clench my jaw. There's that infamous line 'I'd die without her' playing back and forth in my head. I always thought I could die for the person I love but now that it's actually happening, I don't think I could. I mean, come on! To die and go to infinite abyss and so fucked up and unsure about God, heaven and hell… I am just so not ready to die. Maybe father is though.

"So father, when a person dies, where do you think he or she goes to? I mean, do you think there really is a so-called heaven and hell?" I ask him, trying to make conversation and lighten up his mood.

He shrugged. "The hell do I care? I don't think I need to worry about that now. You do though."

6 months after…

"I bought you flowers. They were fresh out of roses so you have to settle for poppies," I say, arranging the flowers neatly. "Hey, I learnt something new. Did you know that they make opium out of poppies? You probably knew it. You always knew everything."

I am kneeling in front of a marble beige tombstone which I helped the Grangers pick out. I even paid for it and all the funeral costs. The least I could do for having brought their daughter into my life and to her death.

"Avada Kedavra!" father yelled and a green beam of light sparked off his wand.

No! my brain screamed. Without thinking about what I was doing, I grabbed my wand and screamed out the killing curse he used on my beloved Hermione. I watched my father die right before my eyes. He died by my hand. And I feel no ounce of guilt or regret. He deserved it.

With tears streaming down my face, I rushed over her and grabbed her lifeless arms. "Oh shit Hermione, wake up! I love you!"

I pulled her body up and embraced her hard. Her head tilted back. I buried my face into her chest and cried softly. "I love you," I whispered to her, not knowing if she could even hear me.

"I'm too late," a voice said from behind me.

Professor Dumbledore. God, the guy is everywhere.

"So you knew?"

He merely nodded.

"You knew that my father planned to kill Hermione and me, and broke into Hogwarts, and you didn't make any move to stop him. You fucking son of a bitch!" I yelled and pointed my wand at him.

"Draco, lower your wand. I came as soon as possible. I was in Monaco when your house-elf owled me of what your father was planning to do. I apparated as soon as I read the letter but because Hogwarts is guarded with apparate-free hexes, I had to run all the way here. I'm sorry."

"My house-elf owled you?"

"Yes. Bamboozle isn't really as loyal as you think he is. He has joined the Order and is working as a spy for us."

Dumbledore helped clear my name from the ministry, saying that I only killed my father out of self-defense. I was still quite unstable at the time and if it weren't for him, I'd be in Azkaban by now. But sometimes I think my life is no different from Azkaban. Happiness has been sucked out of my body since the day she died.

Everyday I am racked by guilt and the what-ifs. What if I just left Hermione alone? What if I chose to obey my father? She'd probably still be alive. Harry and Ron are still furious with me. I can't blame them, I mean, if I didn't enter her life, well…

Hermione is an angel. She taught me what real, true love is. She showed me a world I never knew existed. She's my angel and she will forever be with me. But with her gone, she left with me another feeling I've never felt before. Fear. Fear of loving and losing. I have loved and lost and I don't want to love ever again.

I live in the muggle world now. Hermione's world. I don't ever want to live in the wizarding world again. It just pains me too much to do and learn magic without Hermione. Magic has turned blah and useless to me. Atleast in this world, I live with muggles like Hermione and I learn more about her. I visit the Grangers from time to time. They don't blame me for her death and they appreciate my helping out in chores. Chores – such an unfamiliar word but it feels just right.

Back when Hermione was in the brink of death, I was thinking I didn't want to die just 'cause she died. Shows how stupid I was.

"My beautiful, smart Hermione. I miss you so much. I still can't believe you're not here to tell me to wipe the smirk of my face or to roll your eyes when I try to brag about something or to scream at me for not listening to you. I should have listened to you and made you so goddamn happy that you couldn't smile any wider everyday that you were alive," I feel teardrops falling from my eyes. I wipe it quickly. "You see? I'm not as cold-hearted as you first thought I was. I cry too. Thanks to you. You made me become more of a human being Hermione. Although now that you're gone, I'm more of a coin operated boy who cries every night."

"And day," I add with a shrug, looking at the sun shining brightly over us.

I drive back to my house. The radio is turned on and I hear the DJ is saying, "To our lovesick listeners out there, remember: it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved again."

Ah fuck it.