A/N: So this is from popular demand, I thought everything was pretty clear on how things were going to end up, but I hope this clears any confusion!

Hermione stared at the body lying prone on the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. Draco's hands were shaking as he walked closer to the still body. As soon as they walked in together, hand in hand, Pansy had known what was going to happen.

'Til Death Do Us Part…

It was the only way Draco and Hermione would be able to be together. Hermione felt the pity curdle in her stomach, threatening to make her sick. After the battle, the last thing she had wanted to see was more death…

Draco quickly thought back to the way Pansy had stared at him, stared as if he was her trophy…she had arranged everything, given up her soul to be with him, and yet he had killed her in cold-blood. A soft hand gently touched his trembling skin, and any doubts fled as he looked at the petite girl beside him. Tears had made paths down her cheeks, but her beauty wasn't marred.

Amber eyes met silver ones, and they held each other's gaze for what seemed like an eternity. They were no longer innocents. Draco had killed, and Hermione had let him. They both participated in the death of so many in battle, and they would continue to war for the Light, no matter how many evils they would have to stare in the eye and murder.

Soon, they took Pansy's body to lie forever with the rest of the Death Eaters. She would be counted as simply another dead body, and nobody would ask questions.

As they stood, looking at the destruction before them silently, Hermione felt a light tap on her shoulder.

"How long?" Harry's eyes were full of turmoil as his mind battled with the fact that his best friend was involved with his former enemy, who had also just assisted in ridding the world of evil. Hermione almost laughed as Harry's gaze shifted to Draco uncertainly. He looked as if he didn't know whether to just walk away or slap the boy. However, her laugh deserted her as she saw the bodies reflected in the green orbs along with Draco's steely glare. It would be a long time before any of them would truly laugh again.

"Long enough, Harry. I love him." The three words seemed to slap her friend, and he looked dazed for a moment. Ron, who was behind the raven-haired hero, looked livid. He started to walk towards the couple, but Harry stilled him with a touch.

"And you?" The question was for Draco, and the two boys meet glares with equal intensity.

"I love her more than you'll ever know." The bitter and hateful sarcasm that usually laced his voice when he spoke to Harry was gone, replaced with warmth that surprised Hermione. He may never lose all of the darkness that lived inside of him, but he was making an effort. All out of love for her.

"What about your fucking wife, Malfoy?" Ron's face was red, and he was balling his fists dangerously.

"It was a precaution that had to be taken to protect Hermione, Weasley. But Pansy died in the battle."

"I didn't see her…" Harry's face clearly showed his suspicions, and Hermione quickly changed the subject.

"I love Draco, Harry…Ron. I'm not ever going to stop loving him. So you may as well get over it now." Her words were stern, and their old friendship emerged once again with her grasp onto her usual controlled self.

"I'll be there for you, Hermione." Harry just nodded his head at Draco, not ready to accept him. They would probably never get along, but Hermione smiled at his gesture. All three of them turned to Ron, who simply nodded curtly and walked away.

"He'll understand someday." Hermione kept her smile on, knowing that Ron just wasn't read to let go of his grudges.

The three teenagers stood together, Draco's hand in hers grounding Hermione and filling her with a calmness that she would have thought impossible in her situation. Light began to take over the world once again, and as it filled the area around them, it seemed to bring hope along with it.

The war wasn't over, but they would win. Draco had been the first to convert, but after him came dozens of people who had supported the dark purely out of training or ignorance. The Light accepted them willingly, and protected them always.

As for Draco and Hermione, nothing would ever sever the bond that had formed through darkness and light intertwining in a perfect blend.

A/N: As far as a sequel goes, if a plot bunny comes to me, then I'll be happy to write about it, but it probably won't be for a while. Hope you enjoyed the story!