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A/N: this part of the story is told in present, before all the things of the 1st chapter. Is before she and Draco where together. Bernie thank U!!! (my beta)

How Do You Want Me To Live Without You?"

A long, long time Ago,

I could still remember...

Mourning over my dear friends' death was almost a thing of the past. That didn't mean I wasn't mourning over their death, it only meant that I didn't cry all the day, the seven days of the week like I used to do since they were gone.

Now I'm only trying to regain my normal personality, trying to do the same stuff as ever. The question was: How could I do if all the things I did before were always related with Harry or Ron?

Well, like people say "Life Goes On", I did that with my life and gained new friends. Now I try to spent almost all my time with Parvati and Lavender, the same as Ginny. Who could have told before that from only having boy friends, I would have only girl friends?

Parvati and Lavender are now making a make-up session to a 7th year Gryffindor. I still don't like that kind of stuff even if they're my friends. That doesn't mean we share the same interests.

Ginny is having Potions; I pity her, really poor Ginny. She's lost more than me: her brother, and her crush. Maybe things would've been different if she'd told Harry about her feelings. That demonstrates you've got to do the things you want to, to say the things you feel, you think; to the people you want to tell, because maybe you won't get another chance. Don't keep your feelings for yourself. In that way you won't regret anything, you won't have 'what ifs' haunting your mind.

Ok, so I don't have anything better to do than go to the library. The old Hermione would've done that. Yes, I'm a new Hermione now; life has changed, not too much, only a little bit.

And, annoying noisy people won't be there; that's definitely a bonus.

I push the big heavy wood doors and greet Madame Pince. I go directly to the shelves. What I'm goin' to read?

I want something interesting, mmm, "Hogwarts: A History" sounds fine to me. I remember the many times Ron and Harry joked about me and 'Hogwarts: a History', 'cause I was always quoting something from there.

I look around the library, it's almost empty except from Madame Pince and I, I think.

I was reading until someone tapped my shoulder. I turn around and it's Malfoy, just what I need right now!

I get out of the Gryffindor tower after months and I've got to find him…I'm pretty sure now he'll start joking about my friends' death.

"What do you want?" I ask him coldly, ready to hear something nasty coming from him.

"I just…want to say I'm sorry about Potter and Weasley." He said, I stare at his eyes and I think for the first time in my life I saw honesty in them, shinning through his gray-silver irises.

"You hated them when they were alive, what are you sorry about?"

"That I hated them doesn't mean that I wanted them death, Hermione."

He called me Hermione? Now that's strange. I can help myself, but to believe that he's truly sorry.

"Thanks." I mutter. I can feel my eyes filling with tears. He bent over and wiped them with his fingertips.

"Look, they are death now, you can't do anything to change that. Don't cry over spillled milk."

"I miss them." I finally let me tears come down through my cheeks. How humiliating, I'm crying in front of Malfoy, of all people Malfoy had to see me cry!

"Hermione, calm down. It's natural for you to miss them, after all they were your best friends, but you know what? If you need anything, and I mean anything, or someone you want to talk with…just call me."

He smiled me a genuine smile before walking through the wooden doors.

"Thank you." I muttered even if he can't heard me.

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A/N: I know this was very short, really sorry about that and that it has grammatical errors and it's because I've only sent the story to my BETA at this moment, so when she returns me the story fix, I'll upload it. PLZ REVIEW, PLZ REVIEW. hate it? love it? let me know.