"He hoped so much Hermione would find it…" Yeah, what should she find? Great question… But you will see.

And yes, I suppose you pronounce Emilie like Emily.

Well, and… I don't write my chapters looking at the number of sides I'm writing. I write it and if I have the feeling that this is the end of the chapter, well…. It is.

dracosgirl2515: Oh well, (sarcasm) thank you so much for your constructive criticism (/sarcasm)

Oh, and note that I'll put a "THE END" under the end, so you guys won't get confused anymore, sorry for that.

And I decided not to make Ron have a crush on Hermione because it is even more cliché like this fic already is and besides, it's too late for something like that.

And to all those who are sad that this will be over soon:

I will write other stories, of a different kind. Darker ones. And maybe even fluffier ones (does that word even exist?) But if you expect a fluffy I-love-you-I-love-you-too ending for this one, be warned that there won't be one because a Hermione/Draco relationship just would not work for long.

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Hermione wallked around the corridors when she heard Dumbledores voice. She wanted to turn the corner and wish him a very happy christmas, for it was the 25th, but she heard the sadness in his voice and didn't want to disturbed this seemingly intimate talk. She turned to leave, when she heard her name and stopped dead

"…will tell Hermione Granger, the headgirl. Maybe she should announce it later, after the holidays, to the other students…"

Hermione turned again and took that corner "You can tell me now. What happened?"

She saw the person Dumbledore was talking to. Someone from the ministry she didn't know… And then she looked to Dumbledore and she knew something terrible must have happened. Something that Dumbledore knew would make her cry…

"Hermione, maybe it's the best if you come to my office later…"

"What happened, professor?"

"As I just said, maybe…"

"And maybe not. What is it? No matter what, I can handle it as well right here as I can in your office"

Dumbledore looked at her and sighed

"I know you made your peace with mister Malfoy… It seems that he stumbled and fell down a staircase at his house… Blaise Zabini has been there when it happened. Maybe you can talk about this later to him, for he, too, had ben close to mister Malfoy…"

"Has… been?"

Dumbledore sighed again and the man from the ministry stared to the ground

"He has broken his neck, Hermione. He was immediately dead"

Hermione took a few steps back, staring at the headmaster and the other man

"No…"

"Hermione, please…"

"Why? Why would he stumble? Have you asked them? Over what? When he was going where? Why?"

"Miss Granger…" The man from the ministry reached for her hand, but she pulled it back "Those things happen every day. They are sad, but you can't go around to search for an responsible, for there is none…"

"Have you asked Blaise?"

"Miss Granger, we…"

"HAVE YOU?"

He looked at her with sadness "Maybe you should rest now…"

Hermione turned to Dumbledore, tears in her eyes "They haven't even asked him, have they?"

"Hermione, would you please come to my office with me? Thank you Mister More, I can handle this myself now"

The man nodded and left, Dumbledore putting his hand on Hermiones shoulder and making her go to his office with him. The walked past many teachers and students who all looked confused, but Hermione held her head up high, tears still streaming down her face.

When Hermione sat down opposite of the headmaster, he looked deep into her eyes as if searching for the information she had to tell him so she wouldn't have to speak about it, but then he sighed and asked her directly "Why do you think the ministry should ask Blaise Zabini about this?"

"Because Draco did not stumble"

"How do you know?"

"They killed him"

"Why? Who? Hemione…" He leaned over "What do you know that I don't?"