The Diary of Draco Malfoy

If Only She was Here Again

(sequel to If Only-Hermione Granger's Diary)

Dear Diary,

Yesterday was Hermione's funeral. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I loved her, too. But I was too stupid to admit it. Why did I have to be so stupid? Today is April 27th. Last year I saw her picking flowers from the Garden on April 27th. I remember because she looked so beautiful. But I just shunned her. I didn't even have the courage to say 'Hi, Hermione.' If only then I'd known that my true love would be gone in only a short year. In one year, I still wouldn't have succeeded in telling her how I felt. I have to go now. I'm going to go pick some flowers and put them on her grave. Yes, I think she'll like that.

Dear Diary,

Yesterday I picked some of the best roses and carnations I could find. My hands bear the scratches of the effort, but she deserves them. I remember her entry. I still have her diary. Harry and Ron wanted me to have it. They seem normal, as if it doesn't matter. How could they do that? They were her best friends, and their acting as if she never existed. I want to kill them, but Hermione wouldn't do that. She'd be pissed off at me if I did. Today is April 28th.

Dear Diary,

Today is the last day of school. We're getting out a few months early. It's a relief for me, actually. I won't be haunted at night, thinking that she's dead. Thinking that I'll never see her again. But I know I won't be in peace. I'll never be in peace. Sometimes I just think of suicide. But somewhere, I know she wouldn't want me to do that. Somehow, I know that she'd want me to keep living, to not give up, to get on in life. But how can I? She's gone. I'll never see her again, and the thought is scaring me. And to think, just a month ago I was calling her a 'filthy little mudblood'. Well, I was the one acting like a mudblood. Today is April 29th.

Dear Diary,

Today is the 30th. I miss her so much. Today is her birthday. The roses have rotted, and I cleaned them away. I'm going back to the school to give her a birthday present. Harry and Ron are going to come with me. We're going to throw a birthday party. There'll be cake and pumpkin juice. But her birthday gift is going to be a bouquet of white roses. I think she'll like them. They were her favorite flowers.

Dear Diary,

Today is May 1st. Mayday. Yesterday was fun. Hermione was there, I could feel it. I even thought I'd seen her. She looked so beautiful. She was wearing a white, flowing dress, her hair straight, and flowing in the wind. She was beautiful.

Dear Diary,

Today is May 2d. I miss her so much. Today I just burst out crying, for no reason. If only she'd known I would have given her a chance. If only she'dve known. Maybe she wouldn't have committed suicide. God, I'm so depressed. Sometimes I just think about leaving this depressing world. But Hermione would want me to stay. Somehow, I think she knows her friends need my help, but I don't know how. They just seem to ignore the thought that she ever existed.

This is only chapter 1.