My dear Hermione,

When you read this letter, it must mean that I'm dead. You wouldn't come into my room if I weren't.

I suppose I was killed by deatheaters, because I refused to get the dark mark. Right now, when I'm writing this, I'm scared like hell. I hope it won't hurt too much…

But note that I'm not angry at you, not at all. The urge to fight them off is even bigger because I couldn't say good-bye to you. I have to survive and I hope you'll never have to read this letter… But my hope isn't very big, so I'm writing it.

I love you, Hermione. And I know you love me, no matter what you say. I can see it in your eyes. I love you so much I'd die for you – and probably will. Please just don't forget me, babe…It's a dangerous game I'm going to play with those deatheaters and they won't be pleased about me saying, what seems like ages ago, that I want my mark and now refusing to get it. They won't be pleased about me playing my little games with them. And maybe that's because I'll lose the game this time. But I can rest in peace because I love you. And I know you love me, too…

Good-bye,

Draco Malfoy

"I love you too, Draco. I already miss you… Good-bye…"

Hermiones tears still fell, but she knew that he knew. That he knew how much she loved him and still did. She knew that he had been ready for what to come. And she had the feeling that she had said goodbye. She had the feeling that somewhere out there, he knew that she had just said good-bye…

But the pain sat deep and it took Hermione days until she ate again and the tears stopped falling the whole day. And she wouldn't let anyone in Dracos old room. And at his funeral, she threw a black rose onto his coffin. And she became an auror. And she fought side by side with Harry, without ever speaking a word with him again. And she was there when the final battle started. And she killed her first deatheater with the words "For Draco". And Hermione was the one who killed 127 deatheaters before she died, first tortured by the cruciatus, with an odd grin on her face, then killed by that green flash of light. And there was a smile on her face, because she had had what she had wanted for all those years since Draocs death: Bittersweet revenge.

…………………….THE END…………………….

I don't know if you liked this ending. Maybe you think it's rushed, but it was a DrM/HrmG Fanfic and Draco was dead, so there was no need to go into detail about Hermiones lifestory. I think it's a good ending for a more-or-less good story. And I want to thank all my reviewers, because I luv y'all so much. You guys rock my socks, your reviews are like oxygen to me.

You could go and check out 'Where love and hate collides' now, If you haven't got enough now… Or you can just not check it out and do whatever you want.

I know that many of you were upset because of Dracos death, but a romanze between those two could never work for long. It would either end in a terrible break-up, or in death. And if it ends up in death, their love will never fade. It will be ever-lasting. It will be great, because the one died for the other and the other lives for the one who died until he dies for the other. It's romantic, if you come to think about it. And if you have a different opinion, that's okay. But this is my story. It built up in my head and none of you could change the plot. Not the ones who asked me for a Hermione-Draco-Ron triangle and not the ones who said I shouldn't let Draco die and I should make him come back. It is my story and I like it just as it is.

Yours sincerely,

Sydney Blake