A/N: Hello my dear friends. Sorry for the wait but yes, the next chapter is here. The muggle world can get quite hectic at times you know. Also, I am aware of the fact that many people are not happy about Hermione being killed. But believe me, it had to happen for the story to progress. So yeah. .

Anyway, enough of my blabbering.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does...

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Her Will

White – that was what Draco saw when he opened his eyes. It only took a while for him to realize that he was staring at the ceiling of the Hogwarts' Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey was hovering outside his cubicle. 'His' cubicle? He got his own cubicle?

"How lucky." – He scoffed.

When Madam Pomfrey noticed that he was awake, she quickly came over.

"Mr. Malfoy. How are you feeling now?"

Draco noticed that the mediwitch's eyes were puffed and red as if she had been crying very hard. That was weird.

"I am quite okay Madam Pomfrey. Just this small throbbing in the back of my head. How did I land up here in the first place?"

Madam Pomfrey shook her head slightly, her eyes filling with tears again. "Don't you remember?"

That was when it all came crashing back to him, filling his eyes with tears.

Pomfrey obviously noticed this for she patted and rubbed his back sympathetically.

"You loved her." – She stated rather than asking.

And that statement did it all. It literally tore him up. His head pounded more painfully, his palms were all sweaty, his vision blurred and his chest tightened. His heart hurt. Not in the poetic way. No. It actually hurt and he shook his head slightly trying to get rid of the foreign tears in his eyes.

"I still love her, you know." One lone tear slid down his pale face.

Just then, Kingsley came in and said, "Draco, Albus wants to see you in his office. Right now."

"I thought you could save her, Madam Pomfrey." – Draco stated plainly, getting out of his bed. He quickly followed Kingsley towards the Headmaster's office. He never noticed Poppy Pomfrey whispering a quiet "I am sorry" and the tears welling up in her eyes.

Upon entering the Headmaster's office, he saw Dumbledore staring gravely at a piece of parchment. Harry and Ron were also present and looked as if all their blood had been drained. As soon as Dumbledore raised his head and looked at him, Draco fixed him with a questioning stare. The Headmaster nodded and said, "Miss Granger left her Final Will with me which, according to her wishes, was to be executed immediately after her death. If none of you have any objections, I will read it out aloud for all of you to hear."

When no one said anything, Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and started to read from the parchment.

"I, Hermione Jean Granger, solemnly declare this legal document to be my final Will. My wishes are to be carried out dutifully. No one is to question my intentions for in doing so, you will be soiling my memory."

"I start with Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, and the entire Weasley family. Thank you for letting me become a part of your family. I cannot thank you enough for it but please accept this small token of love and gratitude. To you all, I leave all the belongings in my Gringotts vault."

"To Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave this necklace. You remember giving it to me, right Ron? It is engraved with the words – 'To My Love'. That clearly wasn't me... I hope you find the perfect girl for it. I also leave you my diary. Yes Ron, my personal diary. You wanted to read it for a long time. Now you have the chance. But you have to share it with others as well."

Ron was crying hysterically again. Hermione was his best friend after all and he loved her anyway.

"To Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Weasley. I put you two together because that is how I always saw you two. Together. I am really really sorry that I will not be present at your wedding. But I hope that this gift will make up for it. I leave you the house on the seashore which I inherited. You know which one right?"

Harry was clutching his head and was wearing a pained expression on his face. He was desperately fighting back tears.

"To George Weasley. You were always like an elder brother to me. For you, I leave some of my own, let's say, ideas which would be worthy of a place in the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Also, I have asked the Ministry of Magic to confer WWW with the title of 'Best Joke Shop in Wizarding London'. You have certainly proved yourself worthy of it. And George? I will surely tell Fred how much you miss him."

"Now finally, I end with Draco Malfoy. I deliberately did not use your middle name here. I know how much you hate the man. Draco, you are that one person whom I will never forget. I usually know all the right things to say but you are an exception, Draco. When it comes to you, I am tongue-tied. But then again, how can you explain how much someone means to you in only a few words?

Thank you for everything. I leave you this letter. Read it when you are ready. I also leave this vial of my memories. It's your decision whether you want to share it with others or not. Though I prefer you do share them. I also leave you with a part of myself. My wand. Every witch or wizard is buried with their wand in their hand. But not me. I want 'you' to have it. Please keep it."

Draco was clutching his chest desperately, as if trying to stop his heart from aching. He let his pain show without any shame. For him, it was just the two of them in that room. Just Draco and Hermione. The others ceased to exist. He was clenching his jaw and it looked as if a very strong Cruciatus curse was being used on him. Only, this pain was far worse than any curse.

"I thank Professor Albus Dumbledore for agreeing to be my Will executor and for all his help. And with that, I end my will and testament. Signed Hermione Jean Granger."

Dumbledore looked up from the parchment and slowly gave out all the things to the respective people. Just like Hermione had wanted. He also told them that he would go to the Weasley household later and read the Will. He, therefore, asked Draco, Ron and Harry to accompany him. Just when they were about to leave, the Headmaster spoke up again.

"Oh and one last thing before you leave. I think it will be appropriate to hold Hermione's funeral here. Tomorrow."

A/N: So? How is it? Yeah.. It's not great. But I felt the need to put it out. Review please. Even if it is just a teeny tiny one saying that you are still reading this story, I still appreciate it. Reviews make my day and motivate me to update faster.

Disclaimer: The idea of Hermione's Will has been borrowed from "Mimi's Black Rose" written by xxSammySabotagexx. I don't own it, Sammy does. And go read that story (Mimi's Black Rose) if you haven't. It's AWESOME