Draco walked through the dark hallway quickly with a purpose

Draco walked through the dark hallway quickly with a purpose. When he came to the portrait of the fat lady he stopped. He looked at the red headed figure on the cold stone floor with an expressionless face.

"Practising for when you'll have to sleep on church doorsteps, are you Weasley?" he asked coldly.

Ron turned, "Oh ha ha ha, very funny Malfoy, what are you doing here?"

Draco swooped to help Ron up, he'd never done that before. Ron looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm not going to ask how you managed to forget your password again, mostly because I don't care. Anyway, I have some more important things to say."

Ron glimpsed a flash of glass, or glasses he thought. He tried to turn but Draco pulled him back.

"Leave it, Weasley. I've got things to say. Harry. It's hard to say goodbye to yesterday but everyone has to do it, also, nothing will be the same without you, and by you I mean her as well. The last thing Weasley is th-."

"What are you playing at, Malfoy," Ron interrupted.

"Look, I've said his part, I've said her part, now I'll say my part, Life goes on Weasley, remember that."

Malfoy turned and strode away from Ron, before he was gone he turned to look at Ron, raised his wand and said "Stupendoso,"

The last thing Ron saw before falling down was the glint of Harry's glasses and the fiery red of Ginny's hair as they disappeared around the corner.

Ron awoke with a start, damn dreams. Memories from last night flooded into his head. It was only four in the morning. He sat up and went to check on Hermione. He opened the door to her room and saw that her bed was neatly made. The only thing out of place was a photo album, lying on her bed. He approached it and looked at it. It was a group picture of himself, Hermione and them. Them being Harry, Ginny and Draco. Draco stood off to the side, he never could take a joke. Harry had made a comment on how much he washed his hair. He looked at grumpy Draco, a frown of annoyance was poised on Draco's lips. It was weird, how Malfoy had been sent to give him the groups parting messages. Malfoy had seemed weird and out of character that night. Then again, being nice was never in Malfoy's character. He flipped to another photo, he clearly remembered telling Hermione to burn some of these. This one was of himself wearing Harry's glasses, Harry was holding a carrot above his head, to indicate that Ron was a carrot top. He remembered Draco's words. Life goes on. Life had gone on, no matter where Harry and Ginny and Malfoy were. The sun still rose everyday, sometimes he wished it didn't. It was rather obvious to him that they were dead. You-Know-Who had disappeared the day after they left. He slammed the photo album shut. A newspaper clipping floated out. The headline read"

The Boy Who Lived Dead?

Where has the wizarding world's hero gone and whom did he pull down with him?

Underneath the article it had a large picture of Harry and two smaller pictures of Draco and Ginny. In the right hand corner of the page it had a picture of Hermione's tear stained face and himself with his face hidden behind his arms. He stared at the article for a moment, he'd never seen it before. Hermione had made a pact with him to never look at those incriminating articles, obviously she had broken it. He strode down the hall, where was she at the crack of dawn? The kitchen was empty and a cool breeze was blowing through the open door. He looked outside. He had a cold feeling inside. This had happened before. Hermione had gone missing for two days and turned up in a muggle hospital a few miles away. He grabbed his broomstick and soared up into the sky. When he arrived at the hospital he walked down the aisles to the receptionist desk. He described Hermione to the nurse who said that no one of that description had come into the hospital. She gave him a strange look. It wasn't until half way down the corridor he realised he had worn wizarding robes to bed that night. He noticed a visitor regarding him as if he had just escaped from the psych ward. He noticed a red haired woman asleep with her face away from him in a room. If Hermione was here he wouldn't of thought about checking to see who it was because Hermione would have already checked. No, he wouldn't look, he was being silly, how could that be Ginny?. He walked down the corridor deep in thought. He ran straight into a man. He looked up into the greenest eyes he had ever seen, the eyes of Harry Potter.

"Harry," he said and his voice choked.

Before he could blink the man was gone, he ran down the corridor to where the woman had been. No one was there. Was he going crazy, why would Harry Potter be hanging around a muggle hospital? Was he feverish? Was ten years of marriage proposal rejections finally getting to his head? He ran wildly outside, no sign of anyone. He jumped on his broomstick in front of numerous muggles and flew back home. He stepped over Hermione who looked like she'd passed out drunk on the doorstep and ran upstairs. He grabbed Hermione's photo album forcefully and looked into the eye's of a smiling Harry. They were the same eyes, he was sure they were. He ran to his window and stared out of it, maybe they would come. He felt himself starting to sweat. Was he crazy? He was breathing heavily, It couldn't be, they were dead. Weren't they?

Out of the darkness she opened her eyes. She looked up and saw the moon. Draco's face was shadowed in it, the moon always reminded her of them all. This time the moon framed just his face. She smiled warmly.

"Come down here," she whispered then darkness enveloped her again.

Hermione opened her eyes, she had a blinding headache. She was so cold. She looked down and realised that she was sopping wet. She'd had such a strange dream. About the moon and Draco. She's had numerous dreams about the moon before. It had all started when she'd found Ginny beside the Hogwarts lake. A round shining ball had hung over her luminescent body. Inside the ball, were their faces. She looked at her fingers, sometimes she still felt the blinding pain she'd felt when she'd tried to touch the shining magical sphere. "Only a moonchild can touch the moon," Ginny's words echoed in her head. Hermione sat up, all the muscles in her body ached. She'd looked in all the books possible but she could never find one about a moonchild. When ever she went to the library any book she suspected may have had information was out of the library or gone. This had happened for many years. Librarians looking at her and telling her that no book on that subject existed. She walked stiffly inside. What had she been thinking? She started to cough. She ran up to her room and got changed. Ron should have been at work long ago. She got some coffee and drank it deeply. An owl knocked at the window. She opened up the window and let the almost black owl in. the letter was from the ministry. Ron had been seen by various muggles on a broomstick that morning. She turned around to see Charlie Weasley, the minister of magic ranting and raving and waving his hands in the fire. He was in a flap because of all the memory squads that had to be sent out. She ran up to Ron's room to see if he had left. She banged his door open. Usually they avoided each other for days after the monthly proposal but today was different.

"What have you been doing? Charlie's going crazy? Ron , are you alright?" Ron was sitting on his bed, his knees drawn up to his chest. He was sweating profusely and breathing very heavily. She crossed the room in two short strides and felt his forehead.

"You're as hot as lava." She looked at him concerned, she pushed him and tried to get him to lay down.

"Harry? Ginny? Where'd you go? Why did you runaway?" Ron looked at her with wild eyes.

"Shhh Ron, I'll call the doctor"

"Hermione, Oh Hermione, I saw them at the hospital, Oh, will you marry me?"

She brushed his hair from his face, he was obviously very sick. Not sick enough to forget about milking it for all it was worth though. Why did he keep proposing?

She picked up some floo powder and prepared to leave, when she saw the daily prophet. There was an article about Ron proposing to her last night. It had a picture of the exact moment Ron's face had crumpled. The headline read:

Still Waiting for her Harry?

She picked up the paper and threw it at the wall, why did the prophet always get everything wrong? It was insult to herself but more than anything, it was an insult to Harry, Ginny and Draco. She leaned back and slumped on the wall. Why had they wanted to leave their best friends? Her stomach felt sick ever time she thought about how it would never be the same again. She desperately wanted her Hogwarts days back. "Please le t them come back," she whispered.

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