Hermione gazed out of the windows, tasting the salty tears that ran down her cheeks as fluent as ever. Snow softly fell, covering the grave that she stared at every night. She had felt such love for him. A love that made her heart light and her soul free. She had never known what love was, and after Draco she thought she would never love again. But now she knew, that what her and Draco had had wasn't love. Love ran stronger for him, that boy, no, man, than it ever had for Draco Malfoy. It was a love that brought a tear to the eye and a whisper of sweet emotions to her delicate lips. Those hours they spent, lying in each other's arms, just talking. About the future, about the present. It was on this very windowsill, Hermione thought, this very sill. That he had declared his ever-lasting love for her. The Boy Who Lived. Her life was as empty as her broken heart now, for Harry had not survived Him again. No one could have survived the pure hatred that He Who Must Not Be Named had for her darling, her soul mate, and not even her love could protect him. Dumbledore turned up just too late. Sure, 'He' was gone now. But so was Harry. Evil was conccered, yet the good in her life had perished also. The tears carried on, trickling slowly down her sad but beautiful face. Then fell out of the window, splashing onto the brilliant white snow. She was breaking down, slowly her world fell apart. Crashing down around her. Drifting around the castle, her tired eyes taking in nothing of her surroundings yet taking in every emotion. Absorbing each feeling. She visited the grave every day. But her heart was not at rest. It had been 6 months now, since it happened. But she still couldn't believe that the man who had once made her the happiest girl in Hogwarts, the man who made her life worth living, who when she was with made the world right, was dead. When they were together. All of a sudden, there was no war of wizards; there was no death, just him and her. Sharing their souls and joining their hearts together in a wonders love which could warm any heart. What they had was so special, so unique. And yet was snatched away so quickly by Him. Crying softly, Hermione reminisced about their love. She missed him so much. When they were together, she felt her heart burst with the unrequainted love. But now they were apart, her heart lay shattered on the cold floor of depression. Still crying, she stood up on the window ledge and muttered a few sweet words into the bitter winters wind.

"We will be together again, Harry Potter. Together again." Ewt t ert raesg

And with those last few words she outstretched her arms took a deep breath and let herself fall forwards, flying past the delicate snow flakes, diving down towards her lovers grave, finally coming to rest next to it. Before the darkness engulfed her soul completely she murmured. "I'm coming, my love"