Chapter 2- Draco?!

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The furneral was on Sunday, his father didn't bother coming, his mother came and left right after the buriel and Harry and Ron said they shouldn't come because all he did was insult them. So...Hermione was basically the only one who came. She stood, staring at his gravestone for over three hours and finally went home. Draco hadn't made his will because he was so young so his lawyer gave Hermione all his money. "Good bye, Draco." She said as she left the graveyard in her car.

She went home and couldn't help but feel alone. She remembered the note he left her before the crash.

My love,

I have gone to work and I didn't feel like waking you. Keep yourself out of trouble and remember I always love you.

Affectionately Draco

She stared at the note in her hand. "I've always loved you too, Draco." She said, a silent tear rolling down her cheek and onto the paper. She called Harry and told him to come over. "Don't forget to bring Ron, too." She said and hung up. She just sat on the couch and remembered him before he died.

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Hermione ran into Draco's arms when she saw him at Diagon Alley. "I missed you!!!" She yelled happily. He made the hug tighter. "I missed you too." He replied. He kissed her deeply and Harry and Ron watched her in shock.

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A year after Hogwarts was a very rainy day. Draco had asked Hermione to meet him in Central Park and she ran to him and embraced him again. Draco then got down on one knee. "Hermione?" He asked and she smiled. "Will you do me the pleasure of...being my wife?" He asked and opened a small velvet box revealing a ring. "Yes, Draco!!" She said and wore the ring. They both laughed happily and he swung her in the air.

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Someone knocked on the door and she was pleased to see Harry and Ron. "How are you?" Ron asked. "I'm still very sad, but I neded SOMEONE to talk to..." She said. "Well, what did you see in him anyway?" Ron asked angrily and Harry elbowed him. "Oh. Right." Hermione invited them in and poured each of them tea. "Thanks for coming..." She said depressed. "Anything for you, Hermione." Harry said, taking a sip of tea.

Hermione smiled weakley and it disappeared in about 1 second. "But he's dead." She said, starting to sob. "And we can't change that, but you have memories..." Ron said, trying to cheer her up. "Yeah. Memories that are blurry and I can only hear words." She said, sobbing louder on Harry's shoulder. "Hermione, you have to get over him and get on with life." Harry said, patting her back and she pushed away. "What kind of advice is that?!" She asked, still sobbing while talking. "It's true advice. Not easy to do, but you'll soon get over him." Harry said, taking another sip of tea.

"I guess...." She sniffled. "It's just...there was something you didn't see in him....and when he died you didn't come to his funeral. It just..." She sighed sadly. "Nevermind..." Ron nudged Harry. "Comfort her!!" He mouthed. Harry nodded and turned to Hermione. "We're sorry about the funeral...it jsut wasn't out place to be." Harry explained. Hermione looked at him with an angry face. "Like Lucius would come!! And his mother stayed until he was buried and basically I was the only one there!!!" She said, almost yelling.

"You know, you could have been there for me--or-or for me." She said. "Hermione...we-we didn't know. We thought that there would be others--" Harry started but again, Hermione interrupted. "Well there WERE no others...ok? Have you ever seen Draco with any friends besides Crabbe and Goyle? You know what? I was wrong to turn to you guys. You can show yourselves to the door." She said and went to her bedroom.

"Great." Ron said sarcasticly, standing up from the couch. "Come on Ron." harry said, pulling him out of the door.

Hermione kept crying in her room until she heard someone knock on the door. She sniffled and wiped her eyes. "Go away, Harry." She mumbled and someone kept knocking.

"Alright, alright!! I'm coming!!!" She yelled and got out of her bedroom and answered the door. There, standing was Draco, her husband, which was supposed to be dead. "Harry?" She asked. "No." The man answered, confused. "It's Draco. You know, your husband?" He said, lifting up an eyebrow. Hermione backed away. "N-no. You're dead." She whimpered. He followed. "What are you talking about?" He asked.

"Y-you died in that car crash this morning." She whimpered. "What car crash?" He asked, coughing slightly. "Y-you're an imposter!!!" She said, backing away farther. "Hermione." He said, grasping her arms in his hands. "This is me." He said, looking into her eyes.

She looked at him. "My god, it IS you." She whispered.