AN: ahahahahaha here is the epilogue and I hope you guys like it :D and don't forget to look out for the other half of this story: What Lonely Really Feels Like!
Draco Malfoy's P.O.V.
It's been four days since her death. Her funeral is in an hour. I still cannot believe she's dead. When I found her and realized she was my "secret" pen pal, I thought, Hermione is the one I fell in love with?
Yes, I loved Hermione Jane Granger and didn't even know it. If only our pen pals' identities were revealed since the beginning, but then again I wouldn't have fell so hard for her. I know it's weird to fall in love with a person if you don't even know their name but her life was so much like mine.
Albus Dumbledor's P.O.V.
I walked into Draco's room to come and get him for Hermione's funeral. He was standing in front of his mirror in all black and with a blood red tie as the only color on his person. I went over to him and gently laid my hand on his shoulder and said, "It is time."
He merely glanced at me with his solemn eyes but he did give a slight nod to acknowledge that he heard me. We walked in silence to the Great Hall where Hermione's funeral was held.
I knew all along what was going on with Hermione but this was something I was not able predict.
Draco Malfoy's P.O.V.
I looked around the Great Hall and saw no one. Not even Potty and the two Weasels came to their own best friend's funeral. It was just the Headmaster, the professors and I. Then I realized the two most important people were missing and I turned my head sharply towards the Headmaster whom was still standing besides me and asked, "Headmaster, where are Hermione's parents?"
The Headmaster grimly told me, "They did not care enough to come, Mr. Malfoy." I stood there in shock as he left my side to join the other professors near Hermione's casket. The words they did not care enough kept ringing through my head. How could her parents not care that she died. She's their daughter for Merlin's beard, their flesh and blood fused together. Hell, I could understand why Potty and the Weasels didn't come. They were her friends because she was smart.
Normal P.O.V.
The Great Hall was completely silent as Draco walked up to the casket that held the late Hermione Jane Granger. As he walked the length of her casket, he gently slid his hand across the casket's smooth surface and stopped when his hand came to her face. He stared at face intently and gazed at her with sorrow filled eyes.
Draco slowly bent down and caressed Hermione's check with his right hand and whispered, "I Love You" so only she could hear and then he gently brushed his lips across hers in a light kiss. He backed away with tears streaming down his once full of hatred face.