A/N: Ok this chapter took me forever to write. I had a MAJOR case of
writers block and this one is really just a filler in the story that was
necessary to the plot but I promise it will get better after this and that
I will update sooner than this time.
Chapter 4:
**Draco's P.O.V.
Draco opened his eyes and looked around. He didn't see the things he usually saw when he woke up. Where am I, he thought. Then the previous nights events slowly came back to him. Writing the paper, crying with Hermione. O lord, he thought, I cried in front of Hermione Granger. She probably thinks I'm such a wuss. He then noticed that it was morning and that he must've fallen asleep and that the paper in front of him was completed. He sat up and saw Hermione asleep on the recliner. Wow, she looks so peaceful, he thought. She's so pretty. Whoa, where did that come from? Did I just call her pretty? He mentally slapped himself for thinking something like that. Just then she started to wake up.
**End Draco's P.O.V.
Hermione opened her eyes and saw Draco looking at her. "You need to get up and get ready," he said. "The funeral is in 2 hours." Hermione nodded and slowly got up. "Alright, well, I guess I'd better go and get ready too," he said, also getting up. "I'll see you there I guess." She nodded again and watched him walk out of the door.
She walked into the bathroom and took a shower. Then she went into her room over to the closet and picked out her clothes for the funeral: a knee- length black dress and long, black dress robes. She then carefully put on her make-up and did her hair. She wanted to look good. For Harry. When she was done getting ready she looked at the clock. 11:30. She had 15 minutes until she had to be at the funeral. It started at 12:15 but she had to be there early with Draco to practice the speech. She quickly grabbed a bite to eat and apparated to the site of the funeral where she was met by Draco.
They practiced on what they were going to say for a while until the people started arriving. There were hundreds of people. Everyone wanted to be at the funeral of the famous Harry Potter, the one who had finally defeated Voldemort. They watched as the coffins were carried down the isle to the front of the crowd who were assembled at the cemetery where all of the people who had died from fighting Voldemort were buried. Hermione watched as Ginny, Ron, Lavender, Seamus, and everyone else she loved was carried in in coffins. Harry's was last. It was almost to much for her. How am I ever going to survive talking to them if I can't even watch the coffins being carried in? She thought miserably.
When it was time for her to talk, she and Draco walked up to the front of the crowd where the coffins were lined up. She looked down at the paper she was reading from, then at Draco, and began speaking. She and Draco each read a little bit about each person. She got through everyone pretty well, only tears, no sobbing. But when she got to Harry and began reading, she felt her knees get weak and she began to sob. Before she fell Draco caught her and she leaned on him as he finished reading. He led her back to her seat and they sat down. A few more people spoke and she cried into Draco's shoulder. When everyone was done speaking, the coffins began to be moved to the burial sites. Harry was to be buried next to his parents. She watched as he was lowered into the ground and buried. Never to be seen again. It was too much for her. She began to walk away and heard someone come up behind her. Then she heard Draco say, "Do you want a ride home?" She turned around and nodded, grateful for his help.
They walked until they came to little black sports car. Draco opened up the side of the car for Hermione to get in. It surprised her that he had a car but she was too heartbroken to say anything. She watched out the window as the trees and the road passed by. There wasn't one word spoken between the two of them the whole way to her apartment. As they pulled up to her apartment she got out and said a quick," Thanks for the lift," and walked into her apartment.
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Chapter 4:
**Draco's P.O.V.
Draco opened his eyes and looked around. He didn't see the things he usually saw when he woke up. Where am I, he thought. Then the previous nights events slowly came back to him. Writing the paper, crying with Hermione. O lord, he thought, I cried in front of Hermione Granger. She probably thinks I'm such a wuss. He then noticed that it was morning and that he must've fallen asleep and that the paper in front of him was completed. He sat up and saw Hermione asleep on the recliner. Wow, she looks so peaceful, he thought. She's so pretty. Whoa, where did that come from? Did I just call her pretty? He mentally slapped himself for thinking something like that. Just then she started to wake up.
**End Draco's P.O.V.
Hermione opened her eyes and saw Draco looking at her. "You need to get up and get ready," he said. "The funeral is in 2 hours." Hermione nodded and slowly got up. "Alright, well, I guess I'd better go and get ready too," he said, also getting up. "I'll see you there I guess." She nodded again and watched him walk out of the door.
She walked into the bathroom and took a shower. Then she went into her room over to the closet and picked out her clothes for the funeral: a knee- length black dress and long, black dress robes. She then carefully put on her make-up and did her hair. She wanted to look good. For Harry. When she was done getting ready she looked at the clock. 11:30. She had 15 minutes until she had to be at the funeral. It started at 12:15 but she had to be there early with Draco to practice the speech. She quickly grabbed a bite to eat and apparated to the site of the funeral where she was met by Draco.
They practiced on what they were going to say for a while until the people started arriving. There were hundreds of people. Everyone wanted to be at the funeral of the famous Harry Potter, the one who had finally defeated Voldemort. They watched as the coffins were carried down the isle to the front of the crowd who were assembled at the cemetery where all of the people who had died from fighting Voldemort were buried. Hermione watched as Ginny, Ron, Lavender, Seamus, and everyone else she loved was carried in in coffins. Harry's was last. It was almost to much for her. How am I ever going to survive talking to them if I can't even watch the coffins being carried in? She thought miserably.
When it was time for her to talk, she and Draco walked up to the front of the crowd where the coffins were lined up. She looked down at the paper she was reading from, then at Draco, and began speaking. She and Draco each read a little bit about each person. She got through everyone pretty well, only tears, no sobbing. But when she got to Harry and began reading, she felt her knees get weak and she began to sob. Before she fell Draco caught her and she leaned on him as he finished reading. He led her back to her seat and they sat down. A few more people spoke and she cried into Draco's shoulder. When everyone was done speaking, the coffins began to be moved to the burial sites. Harry was to be buried next to his parents. She watched as he was lowered into the ground and buried. Never to be seen again. It was too much for her. She began to walk away and heard someone come up behind her. Then she heard Draco say, "Do you want a ride home?" She turned around and nodded, grateful for his help.
They walked until they came to little black sports car. Draco opened up the side of the car for Hermione to get in. It surprised her that he had a car but she was too heartbroken to say anything. She watched out the window as the trees and the road passed by. There wasn't one word spoken between the two of them the whole way to her apartment. As they pulled up to her apartment she got out and said a quick," Thanks for the lift," and walked into her apartment.
**REVIEW PLEASE!!!**