~~~~TWO MONTHS LATER~~~~
Two months later Hermione found herself exactly where she presumed she would be; dying in an uncomfortable bed in the cancer treatment center of St. Mungo's, with an impoverished heart for a man who never loved her. She had known this would be her fate, ever since the doctors informed her of the disease and how it was irrevocable, four pain staking months ago.
She had ended up living with harry and Ginny, who lovingly looked after her and immediately forgave her for her stubbornness and lashing out at them so many, many months ago. Harry could hardly believe his best friend was dying, right before his eyes. It had been especially hard for him to take, because his whole life he tried his best to prevent his friends, family, and the whole wizarding world from early deaths. But now it seemed, to him, that it was all for nothing. His best friend was dying. He wept openly in her arms when she apparated into his kitchen unexpectedly one night, disheveled and beaten. He cried for her, to her, with her. Their tears would not stop falling. And that is where Ginny had found them the next morning, Hermione in a brotherly embrace from Harry, slumped over the kitchen table. Ginny cried as well upon hearing the terrible news. Harry stayed home from work for two months, caring for her. She could not have asked for a better friend than him, and she tried endlessly to keep from waking him in the middle of the night when she would writhe in pain, and cry out. It took her a while to train her mouth to keep shut when she awoke with pain, either from the cancer or from a dream about him…No, even after she left him, he was all she thought about. He was always lingering subconsciously in her mind, both prevalent and not.
Her two months with the Potter's passed unbelievably fast, but she tried her best to be happy being with them, and truthfully, that was the happiest she could remember being in a long, long while. Yet, her thought still remained on him.
A week and a half into St. Mungo's, Hermione Jane Granger Snape had passed away. It had come easily for her. That night, she knew she would go. She decided on it. She told her nurse to let her go, and to let her slip away peacefully, dreaming in her sleep of her love.