Disclaimer: You know already, all HP characters don't belong to me.

Disclaimer 2: The ending is inspired by a Chinese romance tale

Author's Note: This is an alternate universe where there's no Voldemort, Hermione is a pureblood and Harry's parents are still alive.

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Chapter 12: A Request

Hermione didn't regain conscious until the next morning, and when she did, she found herself in her bedroom.

Hermione got out of her bedroom and rushed to the door. She turned the doorknob, trying to get out. To her horror, it was locked. She ran to the windows and found them locked as well.

Hermione rushed to her door and banged it with her fist. "Mum! Dad! Let me out, please! I want to see Harry!"

No response.

"Maybe they can't hear me." thought Hermione and she tried again.

"Somebody open the door, please!" she cried. "Let me out!"

It was like a minute or two before she heard anything outside. "Hermione, darling…"

"Mum! Mum, let me out, please, I beg you!" pleaded Hermione.

"I can't. You will go and find Harry if I do."

"You don't understand!" said Hermione in protest. "Harry is sick, I have to see him!"

"…I'm sorry, I just can't let you go. The Malfoys say that we have to watch over you, or you will go and elope with Harry. We have locked you up until your wedding day."

After that, Hermione could hear footsteps fading away.

"You can't do this to me! Mum!" she screamed, pounding the door but she didn't receive any more responses.

Finally she was tired and she sank to the floor, crying. "Oh Harry…" she sobbed. "What am I going to do now?"

She wanted to see Harry badly, she wished she could kiss him and tell him that she loved nobody else and she would never, ever marry Malfoy.

Hermione stayed in her room for the whole day. Meals just appeared on her bedside table from nowhere. She refused to eat them. If her parents wanted to marry her off to Malfoy, let her be a skinny, unhealthy bride. She would look so dreadful that Malfoy probably wouldn't want to marry her.

Hermione had kept the bloodstained paper that Ginny gave her and she spent her time staring at it, worrying about Harry.

Night came and Hermione could hear the key turning on the doorknob. Getting up from her bed, she watched as the door being open.

Then Ron and Ginny came in.

Hermione got out of her bed. "Ron, Ginny! I…"

Clutching the paper tightly, she quickly explained, "I want to go to Harry's last night, but my parents…"

"I heard. And it's not your fault." interrupted Ron. "They are so selfish. I almost wanted to punch your father when he told me that they have locked you up."

"How's Harry? Is he all right?" asked Hermione anxiously.

Ron looked away. Ginny took a deep breath and put her hands on Hermione's shoulders. "Hermione, y-you better sit down."

Judging by Ginny's tone, Hermione could tell that she had some bad news. "What happened? Has Harry's condition gone worse?" she asked as she sat down.

"You could say that." said Ginny. "When you didn't arrive last night, his condition just went worse and…" she trailed and her lower lip trembled before she started weeping.

"What?" asked Hermione in horror. "What happened then?"

Ginny didn't answer, instead she took out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes. It was then Hermione noticed that both Ron and Ginny were wearing black.

Ron finally looked at Hermione. "He died, Hermione." he said quietly. "Harry died last night."

There was a long silence.

"You're joking." said Hermione finally.

Ron shook his head. Hermione backed away, shaking her head in disbelief.

"His last wish is to see you in person…" said Ron.

"No…" Hermione covered her ears, unwilling to hear anything.

"Hermione…" started Ginny.

"You're lying, both of you." said Hermione. "You two are lying…"

"We're not, Hermione. Harry is dead." said Ginny sadly.

"Hermione…" started Ginny.

"Liars!" screamed Hermione. She pounded her fists against Ron's chest. "This is all a sick joke! Harry is still alive, he must be!"

"Hermione… Hermione!" said Ron desperately and grabbed hold of her wrists. "Please!"

Hermione looked into Ron's eyes, they were filled with sorrow.

"We're not lying." said Ginny quietly.

Hermione looked at Ron and Ginny before she finally broke down and lowered herself to the floor, sobbing.

Sighing, Ron kneeled down and tried to help Hermione up, but she refused to get up. She stayed on the floor, crying as she buried her face in her hands.

Ever since Hermione found out that Harry had died, she went into a depression and refused to eat or drink anything. All she did was lying on her bed, crying as she thought of the times that she and her true fiancé had spent together. Soon she had gone pale and skinny.

The wedding day finally arrived. The weather was dark and gloomy, unsuitable for a wedding. But the Malfoys insisted to hold the ceremony. The entire household of the Grangers had gone upside down as everyone prepared for the wedding.

"Please help Miss Granger to put on her wedding gown." said Mrs Granger to her maids.

Then she and her husband rushed to her daughter, who was sitting at the dressing table. Hermione's face had covered with makeup in attempt to hide her pale complexion.

"Hermione, please get ready…." started her mother but she stopped.

A tear rolled down Hermione's cheek, leaving a dark trail of eyeliner. With her sad face, Hermione looked like a broke doll beyond repair.

Ginny, who was the bridesmaid, looked at her best friend in despair. Ron and Neville were standing at one side in their best suits, looking rather depressed.

"Oh dear…" said Mrs Granger and called, "Somebody go and get the waterproof makeup from my room!"

"Hermione, please. Harry is dead, it's time for you to move on." pleaded Mr Granger.

Hermione remained unsmiling. Her face was blank, like a person under a deep trance.

Sighing, Mrs Granger hugged her daughter. Hermione didn't hug back. "Darling, if there's anything your father and I could do to make you happy, please tell us…"

Hermione suddenly blinked and said softly, "Yes…"

"What did you just say?" asked her father.

"I want to go and visit Harry's grave." said Hermione and she looked at her parents hopefully. "May I? I want to see him before I married."

"Well…" said her mother. Ron, Neville and Ginny looked at each other.

"Please." said Hermione desperately. "Mum, Dad, this is the last request your daughter is going to ask you. I'm not going to ask you anything more after this."

"Harry's last wish is to see me in person. I want to fulfil his wish before I become a Malfoy…" begged Hermione.

Her mother thought for a while and looked at her husband. "If we say yes, will you put on your wedding gown?"

Ron rolled his eyes.

Hermione nodded eagerly. "Anything, just let me go and see Harry, please."

"All right then." said her father and nodded.

"Oh thank you!" said Hermione and she jumped up, threw her arms around her father and kissed him. "Thank you so much…" she said.

Her father kissed her and said, "This is the least I could do. Now get into your wedding gown. Your mother and I will go outside."

Hermione smiled. She continued until her parents had gone outside. Then her smile faded. She went to her cupboard and opened it.

"Hermione, what are you looking for?" asked Ginny.

Hermione didn't answer. Finally, she took out a black dress with long black sleeves.