Sherlock wakes up with a start. It is his phone ringing in his pocket. He pulls it out and squints at it. It is Mycroft. He rolls his eyes once. He picks it up. Mycroft speaks, "Dear brother, would you be considerate enough to pick me up from the hospital. I have been invited to the, ahem, funeral."
Funeral? Oh right. It is today. He rubs his face. He says, "Okay." He disconnects the phone.
He turns his head around. Hermione is not here. He touches her pillow. It is still kind of warm. She did not wake up that long. Kitchen then.

Hermione woke up around seven. She opened her eyes, blinked a few times. As the memories of last night come back into focus, a tiny smile played on her lips. She touched them and turned her head sideways. Sherlock was still sleeping peacefully. God, she thought as the early morning rays fell on his face, he is beautiful. And a little odd but wonderful too. Only if he knew that. She raised her head and supported it on her hand. With her other hand she softly strokes his cheek. As one finger traced his cheekbone, she giggled to herself, "Mr Zygoma."
She shook her head and got up from bed. Better get coffee ready. Today is the funeral.
As she is getting her caffeine fix prepared, Sherlock walks into the kitchen. She turns around and laughs. He frowns, "What?"
Truth was he looked too endearing with his hair messier than usual and the light scruff on his face. She shakes her head, "Sometimes you are too cute." She turns her attention to making coffee. She misses out on the shy grin he gives.
"Oh," he says, "Mycroft will go to the funeral, he asked me to pick him up."
She places a steaming mug in front of him. She asks, "You okay?" He just nods and wraps his fingers around the cup. "Okay. Do you want any breakfast?" Another nod. "Okay."
At the mention of the funeral, his mind wandered off. He is going to go and say his last goodbyes to Molly. Before regret can fill him again, he feels a warm touch on his shoulder. It is Hermione. She kisses him on top his head and pats him twice. He hears her walk away.
She rummages through her closet for her sombre black dress. God, where is it? She has felt loss. She knew how helpless it made you feel. And how every single regret you ever had comes haunting back. A single tear rolls down her cheek. She wishes she could help Sherlock more.
Sherlock sips his coffee. Black with two sugars. He nearly chokes. No one will make any for him down at the morgue. A renewed wave of guilt and grief crashes on him. He takes a few deep breaths. It does not work. The tears roll down his cheek without asking him for permission. Then, he feels hands around him. The soft floral smell tells him it is her.
Hermione was on the way to her bathroom when she decided to check in on Sherlock. She dropped the dress on the floor when she realised he was crying again. She rushes over and hugs his shoulders, bumping her head against his. He being this upset made her empathetic enough that a few tears of her own run down her cheeks.
He clasps her arms and sobs rack his entire body. She does not say anything, just holds him and to him it felt like she was holding him tight enough to keep him from falling apart. When the intensity fades a little, she gently says, "We can always not go."
He rubs his face, "No. We need to."
"Okay."

Mycroft was retained in the hospital when he had collapsed again and the cause was cranial pressure. Now Hermione and Sherlock were at St Barts and she is keeping a keen eyeon him. She did see how his Adam's apple rose up and down; and how his breathing became laboured when they entered the hospital. He silently makes his way to Mycroft's room. Somewhere between the lift and the corridor, he took her hands in his. She gently squeezed back. She knows he is looking for validation that she will not leave him alone now. And she will not.
Sherlock knocks on Mycroft's door. Anthea opens it. She smiles, and it gets broader when she sees their joined hands. A deep blush colours Hermione's face at Anthea's broad grin. She moves aside to let them enter.
Mycroft was already dressed and ready to go. He stands up from his bed when they enter. His eyes, too fall on that unusual anomaly. He raises an eyebrow and Hermione looks up at the ceiling as if the common fake ceiling is the most interesting ever. She knows what they were insinuating at and it just made her awkward because honestly it was not really what they are thinking.
Sherlock groans, "Oh get over it." Hermione bites down on her lips to stop from the maniacal giggle that wanted to burst out.
Mycroft smiles "Well. Then, Miss Granger, can you excuse us? I need to talk to my sibling."
Sherlock grumbles, "She can—"
"Sherlock it is okay," Hermione says, "I can wait outside." She tugs her hand out and walks out of the room, Anthea following her.
Mycroft begins, "Seems like you two are quite attached."
"I guess we are," he already knows where this is going.
"You know where I am headed."
"Yes. Redbeard. I know."
"That and I just want to say two more things. One, I am sorry for your loss. And two, Hermione Granger is good for you, I think."
His older brother's last word surprises Sherlock too much. His eyes widen and for a moment his brain refuses to function. Then Mycroft adds, "Just be careful brother. I don't want you to…" he could not quite finish what he wanted to say. He walks out of the room.
Sherlock shakes his head and follows his brother out. His eyes find Hermione, who is near the lift, smiling and talking with Anthea. She smiles and cocks her head to the left. An errant cur escapes from her immaculate bun and falls on her pale, smooth neck. As he gets closer, he thinks how beautiful she looked in her demure black dress and low heels. She hardly had any make-up on, but she glows. His heart skips a beat. He blinks.
She turns her head to look at Sherlock and Mycroft. Anthea presses the up button and they wait for the lift to arrive. She notices that Sherlock's pupils were dilated and he is blinking too fast. She bypasses Mycroft and stands beside Sherlock. She asks, in a low voice, "What? Is anything the matter? You look like you just solved something."
Only that my brother is concerned that I might be falling for you, he thinks, but he is wrong, I don't do all that. He says, "Nothing. I am fine. No, I am afraid how Lestrade might react at my presence." This is the half-truth. He is worried about that.

The funeral was solemn. Nearly everybody cried—Hermione, John, Greg, even Sally, and Sherlock wanted to but he did not, instead he grabbed her hands again. At that moment, she realised, having feelings, accepting them makes you strong but hiding them, denying them does not really help you. She put her head on his shoulder.
The church service was over. More than fifty people attended. As they were all heading towards the burial plot, Hermione spots Harry. She waves him over.
Harry joins her, Sherlock and John. He says, "I am sorry I could not be of any help."
Sherlock says, "You don't need to apologise. How are you?"
"Good."
John's phone rings. It is Mary. He excuses himself. A man tells them to hurry up. Sherlock says, "John can find us later."
They walk to the cemetery. They reach just as the coffin was being lowered into the hole.
When the ceremony gets over, Harry clutches Sherlock's elbow. He says, "Sherlock I need to talk to you."
Sherlock and Hermione give identical frowns. Harry takes a deep breath and tells everything Moriarty said to him in the car in Paris.
Hermione's head reels and Sherlock feels the ground slip. He tugs his hand away from her grip and says, "Where is John?"
As the reason for his urgency hits her, fear pools in her stomach. She swivels her head around, trying to locate John.
Then Sherlock's message alert rings. Her eyes widen. He takes out the phone. She looks down at it. Unknown number.
Sherlock opens it.
"Back to where we began.
XOXO
-J.M."

A/N. DUN DUN DUN.
THE END
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kidding, I will start work on the last part. Till then, a few things:
1. THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO FOLLOWED IT, FAVORITED IT AND REVIEWED IT! YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE YOU AWESOME PEOPLE!
2. I am really sorry for killing Molly but it is was necessary (it made ME upset)
3. YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST
4. Sorry to make you suffer, but the third part might come along a little late but it will be uploaded. :)