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A/N: This is my first fanfic and my first songfic. Constructive criticism is needed.

He was gone. Was there any other way to say it? He was gone. He had left her. He was gone. Draco Malfoy was dead. He was gone.

Hermione Granger stood in the dark graveyard. His body didn't belong here. It didn't belong in any graveyard. It deserved to be alive. He deserved to live.

Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom,
The children play. The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.

He didn't get to live a full live. He had died in the war. Many had died in the war but his death was different. He had switched sides and went against his father and friends. He helped fight for what was right. He had helped them a lot. He was a spy for them. Hermione couldn't remember everything. It was as if it weren't happening to her. It was like reading a book.

Hermione looked around the battlefield. They had lost a great number but so had the death eaters. All around her people were fighting for what they believed in. Harry was battling Voldemort. Ron was battling some death eater. Ginny was nowhere to be seen. Draco was battling… his father. Hermione saw a flash of green light out of the corner of her eye. The last thing she remembers seeing was Draco falling to the ground. Hermione saw the light leave his eyes. For so many years they were blank and cold. Then, he had joined them and there was a bit of a twinkle in them. He smiled more often, he even laughed on a few occasions. He hadn't tormented her in so long.
They become more than friends. The months passed and he asked her to marry him. She agreed to marry him.

They planned on winning the war. They hadn't planned on his death.

Without you. Without you the hand gropes, the ear hears, the pulse beats.

Without you, the eyes gaze, the legs walks, the lungs breath.
The mind churns!

Hermione hadn't shown any sign of emotion. She hadn't shown any sadness at all. She had built up a shield.
Then, Hermione felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up into the eyes of The Boy Who Defeated You-Know-Who. Harry had been her friend for so long. He had watched Hermione and Draco fall in love. He had watched Draco die.

Draco hadn't even known about Hermione being pregnant. She was going to tell him after that battle. But, there was no chance. He was never going to get to see his child.

Hermione put a hand on her stomach.

The opposite of war isn't peace. No, the opposite of war is creation.

A/N: That was Without You. I hope you liked it. The song was Without You from the musical RENT. The last line was from the song La Vie Boheme from the musical RENT.
Can you please review? I need to know if I need to work on anything!