Standing there in the rain, I look down at Draco's casket. Pain isn't even the word for what I'm feeling anymore. Pain doesn't even describe it. My husband is dead. The one person who was there for me when everyone else had turned their backs was now being lowered into the ground. Narcissa couldn't even show up. She hadn't left the Manor since she got word of what had happened. Goyle was doing something in America. Narcissa had told his mum what had happened, but little is known on if Goyle ever got the message. So I watch as Ron, Harry, Lucius and Blaise use their wands to lower Draco's casket into the earth. Lucius does his best to hold everything in, but I can see that the pain is there. That it will only stay there until he gets in the comfort of his own home. They have allowed me to stay with them, for the safety of me and Scorpius. I look up at the sky, begging Draco to show me that he is in peace.
"Of course it rains." I whisper to myself.
"Hey Granger"
"What do you want Malfoy? Whatever it is I'm not falling for it." I answer, flicking my hair so it hits him in the face as I turn around.
"Wait up!" I hear his footsteps behind me. "I wanted to ask you something."
"What?"
"I...I wanted to ask you. Do you want to go dance in the rain with me?"
"Are you crazy? We'll catch cold!"
"No, we won't." He grabs my hands with his. "Just don't be seen, or I'll call you a Mud Blood. Come on." Following him, we go out behind the castle, by the lake and we dance. Not together, but just beside each other. We run in the rain, we dance in circles. "So, it's not true?"
"What's not true?"
"My father used to tell me that a Muggle-born would melt in the rain."
"That''s the silliest thing I ever heard."
"Yea, me too."
"Is that why you called me out here? To see if I'd melt?"
"No, you look pretty in the rain."
"Leave it to Malfoy." Ron says, looking at Draco's coffin now lying in the ground.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, leave it to Malfoy to have his funeral on the rainiest day of the year." I nod, looking up at the clouds.
Later on, I sit in Scorpius' room. I look at the walls, still half-painted.
"Hermione! Where are you?" I hear him running up the stairs. "Are you in here?" He asks, cracking open the door. I smile over my shoulder and he laughs.
"What?"
"You're doing it again."
"I'm doing what?"
"You're painting like a muggle. You're going to confuse the boy."
"It's called bonding, Draco. Maybe if you had once in a while-"
"Watch it woman."
The crib is still sitting in it's box in the corner, and here I am, sitting indian-style on the floor in Draco's sweatpants and old t-shirt. They still smell like him. Maybe if I just sit here long enough, he'll come walking back through the door, and everything will be the same.
"Scorpius Draco Malfoy" I rub my stomach.
"Granger?" What? No one has called me Granger in years, no one is still alive to call me Granger, except...
"It's Malfoy now."
"No, to us you'll always be Granger."
"Goyle?"
"What are you doing here? I thought-"
"I don't." I answer, finishing his thoughts. "It's not safe, and I can't walk downstairs without expecting.." I tear up again, and Goyle wraps his arms around me.
"Shhhh. It's ok, Granger. We all miss him."
"I know, it's just...I never thought he'd be gone."
"I know, none of us did. Malfoy was invincible." We go downstairs and I put on some tea. Sitting at the table, we talk about old times. We talk about Draco and Hogwarts. We talk about where I am going to go from here, with the baby. When it started getting dark, Goyle suggested we leave.
"Ok, there's just one thing I need to get from Scorpius' room first. Can you wait here?"
"Sure"
Walking up the stairs, I feel pressure below Scorpius. The second I walk into the nursery, the pressure leaves and is replaced with a warm, wet feeling on my legs.
"GOYLE?" I scream, feeling a pain in my back immediatly.
"What?" He hollers, running up the stairs, his wand already pointed at the window in the nursery.
"I...I think my water just broke."
"What do you mean you THINK your water just broke? Women are supposed to know these things Granger."
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, this is my first baby you TWIT! Now, do SOMETHING!" The contractions were hitting harder, closer together "Go get Narcissa! Go get Molly! And GOYLE!"
"What? You don't have to scream at me."
"I'm in LABOR! Now, do me one more thing?"
"Well, you better make it fast, because I don't want to deliver a baby."
"Go get Ron."