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There was a large, dark, wet, red stain on the carpet outside of the bathroom door. He knew that there was no mistaking it for wine after seeing so much blood during the war. As he entered the bathroom, he felt as though his heart was mercilessly being ripped out.

There, lying on the tile floor was Hermione, her skin as white and paper, her eyes closed, here hair matted with red, surrounded by a pool of drying blood, and a blade in her hand.

Percy ran towards her, tears running down his cheeks as he felt for a pulse, but there was none. It was then that he noticed a roll of parchment lying on the floor a few feet away that was held shut by a seal that had the letters H.J.G on it.

He slowly reached out for the parchment and opened it. It was a letter to him. He started to read it.

Dearest Percy,

If you are reading this letter, then I suppose I am dead.

Dying is a thought that most people are terrified of. I however don't find it frightening in the least. It's my way out from this world I'm in.

I also guess that you will want to know why I did it, and you DO deserve one. The answer is both amazingly simple and horribly complex.

I love you.

I hate myself for falling in love with you, when I told myself not to. But I did. When you told me that "the night" was a mistake, I cried for hours. But I was ok knowing that you still wanted to be my friend, giving me hope that I could still win you over.

When I found out I was both ecstatic and upset. I knew that you would want to be a part of the baby's life, and that would mean spending more time together. But on the same token, I knew that pregnancy would mean me getting rather unattractive... but as I was never exactly beautiful, I gave up on this thought quickly enough. As we spent times talking, I realized that I didn't simply like you, I loved you. I loved everything about you; your red hair, your perfect nose, your cheerful laugh and even the way you talked when you were nervous. I soon decided to tell you how I felt.

Before I could however, Penelope came back. When I first saw her, I knew I had no chance. She looked great, and I looked, well, pregnant. Obviously, I was the lesser of the two. I was crushed. This time I didn't only cry for hours, but for days. I was 7 ½ months pregnant and I had finally understood that it wasn't me you cared remotely about, but the baby.

I felt so alone. Ron was dead, Harry had left the wizarding world completely and gone to live with muggles. Both of my parents were dead, and I had no real friends to turn to.

I had nothing left, no money to even care for my unborn child, which no matter what you might think, I loved.

If it wasn't for Sam actually, I would have committed it earlier. That and I could never take the baby from you. You deserved a home, and this child. It would have been too selfish of me. So I waited till Sam was born.

I know you and Penelope will make great parents. I really do. I f you wish to tell her that Penelope is her real mother, so be it. Just make sure that she reads Hogwarts; A History. It's all I ask, other then that you love her with all your heart, and make sure Penny does the same.

If I had lived and raised her, she would have hated her life anyway. After all I'm the know-it-all, bossy Granger, and I can't imagine children liking me anymore now then when we were in school. But, YOU, she will love, just as I do.

This isn't your fault Percy. Really it isn't. I know you can't help who you don't love anymore then I cant help who I do. It's not your fault you don't love me like I loved you.

I really do love you Percy.
-Hermione

Percy looked up from the letter, sobs and tears leaving him like never before. He leaned over Hermione's cold body and kissed her forehead, after stroking away some bushy, brown and red curl out of her face.

"I love you too Hermione. I just told you a few moments too late"

END

Sad isn't it??? A bit corny too... lol. I hope you liked it!!! Please Review. I think that I AM going to get started on my next story, which will be longer and much more cheery. Not that much could be less cheery then this, lol! Please Review! And, like I said before, Constructive criticism is appreciated but flames aren't.

Btw, I do NOT think that suicide is a solution to things. Its rather selfish really, so please don't say that I promote it.