Hermione sat on the rubble that was the remains of the Castle. She closed her eyes and held her head in her hands as she breathed the first air of freedom.
They had done it.
They had won the war.
She could feel the tears that she hadn't allowed herself to shed since the end of that first night threaten to pour from her. She wrapped her arms around herself and watched as the survivors walked the grounds, tended to the wounded and moved the dead.
She watched as the Order rounded up the traitors of war. They would be dealt with, they would be handled and she could sleep again. The fighting was over.
She sucked in a shaky breath as the first of many tears fell. She planted her feet and rested her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath.
"You need to breath or you're going to pass out." She shook her head as the voice filled her ears.
" .alone." she pushed out between her teeth.
"Granger please."
"You don't get to talk to me." She stood screaming at him. "You don't get to pretend that all of this isn't partially your fault. You used me." She whispered as those who weren't mourning turned their attention to them. She looked at him then, he was half the man he had been, she looked at the stringy hair and the thin body that was in front of her. Looking for the person that had been there two years ago.
"Malfoy, they need you to go with the Order. You still have things to answer to." Harry walked up standing in front of her. She could see the other nod and turn to walk away as she slumped back onto the broken staircase.
"Today isn't the day. Tomorrow won't be either. But one day we need to talk about that night. When you're ready." Harry spoke at her before walking away. She bent her head and let the tears fall.
A.N.
Holy Smokes ya'll. Thank you to those who made it this far. Those that have waited for me to finally finish this. Those that came back when I took it down and those that have put up with my horrid posting schedule. I appreciate you all and hope that you will continue with me to the next one.