Twenty minutes later, Draco, albeit with slight difficulty, was stood in Hermione's living room. He walked around. On her mantelpiece were many photos. Harry, Ron and Hermione were the main focus of the photos, snowball fighting, clubbing, on holiday. In the centre, however, was a very different photo. Draco picked it up to look more closely.

Hermione was stood in what appeared to be a wedding dress, with Ron by her side. He had his arms around her, and, every now and then, the two would sneak a kiss.

"My, my…" Draco whispered.

"Malfoy!" Hermione called from the kitchen. "It's ready."


Draco placed the picture back in its place, and made his way to the kitchen.

Hermione dished up eggs, bacon and sausages onto two plates, and took them to the table. As she placed Draco's down, she saw him look at her wedding ring. She quickly pulled her hand back, and sat down to eat.

"Where's you're husband then, Granger? Run off with a Pureblood? Suppose you didn't tell him you were Muggle born until after the marriage?"

Hermione had gone very silent.

"Well? Where is he?" Draco pressed.

"That's none of your concern."

"I'm curious. Enlighten me. I'm going to need a lot of entertaining until I get better."

Hermione sighed.

"Why do you want to know so much?"

"Like I said, I need the entertainment."

"He's dead, Malfoy. Is that good enough for entertainment? Ron died so that scum like your father and his friends would rot in Azkaban!"

It was Draco's turn to become silent.

"What's wrong, Kneazle got your tongue, Malfoy? It's alright for you to badmouth my dead husband but I can't dare do it to you?"

"How long ago did he die?"

"Why?"

"Just answer me."

"Three years ago."

"So why do you still wear his wedding ring? He's DEAD Granger, so you should just get over it, like the rest of us have to!"

Hermione burst into tears. He looked at her, feeling guilty for causing her pain. She had stopped his sufferingbeing more painful than it had to be, after all.

"That…that was out of order." He said plainly.

Nothing came from Hermione but sobs. Draco had to try to calm her down.

"Granger, you're not a filthy Mudblood… And Ron… He's only dead if you forget about him."

She looked up at him, wiping her eyes.

"Thank you, Malfoy."

She got up and made her way to the bathroom, wiping her eyes.


The rest of the day passed quietly, the two trying to keep out of each other's way. At dinner, Draco broke the silence.

"I…I hope you don't mind, but I had a look at the photos in the living room."

"That's fine."

"They're really good…"

"And also full of dead people."

"Potter…" An icy glance from Hermione made Draco stop. "Harry too?"

"Yes. Same day as Ron."

Silence.

"I can sleep on the sofa tonight."

"No, it's fine, I will."

"Granger, I've kicked you out of your own bed. Let me sleep on the sofa."

"Damn you, Malfoy! You are going to sleep in my room and that is that."