Everyone blamed Hermione for it. They all knew what she had done and they knew it was he fault for breaking his heart...
The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night...
Hermione started drinking more and more every time she thought of Severus. Often she would take two bottles of fire-whiskey to his grave. One she would dump over the grave, the other she would drink herself, hoping to forget him for at least a minute. It did not work, not even for a minute. This was the reason Hermione decided it was time to join her love in death...
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
For those who stayed longer at the funeral had seen the two reunited in death.... the others would never know. Funny how drinking and death was what brought these two lovers together again...