Death
Hermione sat at the graveyard, in front of the section of the heroes of the Second War. She could hear kids playing in the background, and her husband trying to calm them down. She sighed and kept looking at the grave right in front of her, ignoring the couple a few yards away, talking about her.
"I've heard she is crazy. She talks to the trees"
Hermione felt a pang of pain in her heart. True, she talked to the trees, but that was because He was in them. He had taught her to see the beauty of nature. When He was alive He had loved to go out in the nature. Hermione sighed. It wasn't that she didn't love her husband. She did love him! But only as a brother. But what else could she do? When He'd died she'd been pregnant with His twins, and when He'd died she'd been a wreck.
"I hear she talks to the air, and screams at it"
Once again she sighed. She did not talk to the air, she spoke and screamed to the Sun, asking it to send His heat to her home, to have a part of Him back. To feel like they were together again, like they'd been before the war. Before His father found out about them and went to tell Voldy and his Death Munchers. Now, without Him, being alive was pointless.
"Well, I heard that she was cheating on her dead boyfriend with her actual husband, and that he's their real father, not simply a step-father"
Both girls started giggling madly, and Hermione could stand it no longer. She stood up and took out her wand. She pointed it at the girls and put a silencing charm on them, right before she sent them a particularly nasty Cruciatus. Then, without stopping to check the effects the spell had had on the girls she pointed the wand at herself and muttered two words. She instantly fell dead next to her true love's grave.
In a room in St. Mungo's, Harry Potter hugged his two step-daughters close to him, as Hermione passed away from the comma she'd been in for almost three years now. He set the two young girls down and looked at them, feeling terrible as he saw they looked just like their deceased father, not at all like their mother. He let out a strangled sob as he realized he had nothing to remind him of his Mya, the one woman he'd truly loved, as the years went by. He stood up and left, leaving two platinum-blond girls behind, looking at their dead mother with their grey eyes. Who would have ever thought Harry Potter would end up as Draco Malfoy's daughters' guardian?
OK, just to clear things up, the whole first part is what Hermione was dreaming off in her comma. Hope it wasn't too confusing!