A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

insane prompt challenge

441: Occasion - Anniversary of a death

Assignment #10 Alchemy task #4 Rubedo, a reddening, purpling, or iosis - write about an angry outburst

Word count: 605

She walked slowly towards the grave shaking her head. He hadn't wanted some huge monument. She knew he probably would have been happy with nothing more than his name on a plaque somewhere that no one would see it.

She hadn't listened to that logic, honestly, he was a hero and deserved better. The onyx tombstone shone in the midday sun. She was the only one here at the moment. Everyone else was at the Ministry's Remembrance Ball. She despised the thing. It had been two years since the Final Battle. Two years since he had died.

She knelt at his grave, her fingers tracing the letters carved into the stone. She'd demanded they use onyx. It was only fitting for him to have a black tombstone. She bit back tears thinking about his dark eyes.

"Severus, I don't know why I'm here if I'm being honest. You're gone, I need to move on, need to grieve. It's been two years. Two difficult years. I miss you, I hope you know that, wherever you are now. You knew he had that damned snake, knew what its venom did, why the bloody hell didn't you have an antidote on you? You...you...dunderhead!" she yelled at the grave.

This wasn't the first time she'd gotten to screaming at the stone wishing she could scream at the man buried beneath it. "The worst part, no know knew about us, how the hell can I grieve for you if everyone thinks we were nothing to each other? How am I supposed to act like you meant nothing to me, go on dates with Ron, or Harry, or anyone, and pretend my heart hasn't been shattered to a million little pieces!" she banged her fists against the stone tears pouring from her caramel eyes.

"Careful, wouldn't want to break any thing," a voice stated from behind her. She stood, spinning to face the voice, her wand in her hand. She sighed when she saw the speaker.

"Draco, what are you doing here?"

"Same as you I guess, paying my respects in a more private fashion. I would prefer it if you didn't break Severus' tombstone...again." Hermione blushed slightly.

"He was a very infuriating man," she muttered. Draco smirked.

"True. He was also the love of your life." Hermione froze.

"You knew."

"Yes, I knew about the two of you. It was never really my business, Granger. He made it so towards the end."

"Merlin, he asked you to make sure I was protected or some other nonsense. Merlin, I should learn necromancy..." Draco laughed. Hermione blinked. She couldn't think of a time where she'd heard Draco laugh that wasn't mocking her or her old friends. It sounded...well, nice.

"He did ask me to make sure you were alright. I think he knew he wouldn't survive the war."

"He didn't plan on it, obviously. He was so...tortured he probably felt he deserved it." Draco nodded.

"Look, Granger, I know you and I...never saw eye to eye on anything...but would you like...to I don't know, grab a coffee or something." She opened her mouth to protest.

"Not like a date or anything, and not because I promised Uncle Sev I'd look after you. I didn't. I nodded my head which he took to mean 'yes'. No, because we are probably the only two people who are mourning his death." She nodded slowly.

"Fine, but it's not a date," she agreed as Draco led her out of the cemetery. He gave one last glance at the tombstone, gave it a brief nod, and turned his attention back to the witch in front of him.