Warning: This is a very sad and depressing ending. I'm tempted to just kill everyone off... Sorry if it's too morbid......



The End



Hermoine stared at the black hole in the ground. They were lowering the casket into it. Everything was grey and black. The wounds on Draco's wrists had turned purple. She had seen him before they put him in that box. Harry came round to comfort her, wrapping his arms around her. She shoved him off.

"Get off, Harry." she said coldly.

Harry looked a little miffed.

"It was only Malfoy, Herms."

Hermoine glared at Harry. Ginny Weasly was crying.

"I won't marry you Harry Potter." she said boldly, shoving the ring back in his hand. Then she strode away, leaving the famous and good Harry Potter standing with his mouth open.

What Happened After

Harry Potter soon married Lavender, and they had four children; Halli, Herbert, Leslie, and Luke. Ron was engaged to a student from Durmstrang, the twins opened their shop, and Ginny became a famous Chaser.

As for Hermoine.....

She was nineteen, she still couldn't get over what had happened at Hogwarts. Draco's face was planted firmly in her mind.

One morning, Ginny had been invited over to visit. She knocked upon the door, but to no answer. She causciously opened the door. To her utter horror, she found Hermoine, lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood. She had slashed her own wrists.