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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of it's characters. J.K. Rowling does :D Please do note that the inspiration for this fanfiction is the book/movie "P.S. I Love You".

Chapter 2: The Story

"As much as I hate to say it, I owe you, Malfoy." Harry muttered quietly as he watched his wife tend to the brown-haired girl on the bed. She took the wet towel and wiped his bestfriend's face, her mouth in a thin line which resembled their old Transfigurations professor's look a lot. He felt his fist tighten as he continued to watch.

Draco stood beside Harry, and he didn't say anything. There were a lot of questions running through his head, but he dare not voice them out. He did not care about it in the slightest, but he liked knowing things. It was one trait he'd had ever since, and he certainly did not grow out of it.

"Where did you say you found her again?"

Draco turned to look at his old rival. "Hogsmeade. The bar just across the post office."

Harry turned to look away from Hermione and Ginny, and he looked at Malfoy. Green eyes met gray eyes. Draco knew he was asking for anything that would explain what had happened to her. He felt like raising an eyebrow. He wasn't in the know, and yet he could have guessed about the reason behind the bushy head's uncharacteristic deed tonight.

"She saw Estrobel. Mistook him for Weasley."

Harry nodded in understanding. Just then, Ginny Potter stood up from the bed and gave one, miserable look towards Hermione. She stirred lightly in her sleep, and turned the other way, her back facing the others present in the room. Sighing, Ginny took the basin and towel from the bedside table, and then walked towards the two guys who were standing near the door.

"I'll prepare some food."

Harry smiled at her, before kissing her on the forehead. She directed a nod towards Draco and then swept out of the room. The two men were left inside. Harry rubbed his temples and sat down on the edge of the bed. For some reason, Draco felt compelled to follow. He opted to sit on the chair in front of the study table.

"Thank-

"Look Potter, if it had been any girl I know, I would have done it. The thought of leaving a drunk woman to fend for herself is much too uncivilized." He said before Harry could get around to thanking him again. He did not feel too comfortable with it.

Sience ensued for a few seconds.

"How's the probation going?" Harry asked off-handedly. Draco shrugged.

"My five years is nearly up."

Draco thought back to how he and his family had been pardoned, but were under 5 years of close watching and probation. The moment the war had ended, he was both a free man and a prisoner.

Harry nodded, and then turned back to observing the sleeping form of Hermione. Draco watched him, and noted that he looked far too miserable for someone who had just recently gotten married and been promoted once more in the Auror office.

And then his gaze shifted to the woman on the bed, and then he mentally kicked himself for his second of ignorance. Had he not just mentioned his name? Weasley. Of course he'd be miserable. Just two days ago, the Golden Trio lost one in their number. Which is the reason why he was even here in the first place, having delivered an indisposed Granger into the hands of her good friends.

Which he still did not understand. Though he had taunted her for many years, he always took Granger to be reasonable and logical. To find her drowning herself in sorrow and alcohol, no matter if it was because she had lost Weasley, was very much not like the Granger he had always referred to as a mudblood.

"She must have fancied him, then." Draco said aloud, and he could not help but smirk at the thought. It wasn't probably a surprise, he did hear rumors about the two's childish acts during their Hogwarts days, involving the Brown girl and McLaggen.

He could not have known about what had happened after Hogwarts though. After the war, it was decided that everyone repeated their year as the previous administration in the hands of the Death Eaters was nowhere close to satisfactory, and so the students did. This was an opportunity for the seventh-years to finish their last year.

Bite me. They did it for the three. Bloody favorites. He thought bitterly. The wizarding world probably did owe it to them, though.

But then, as he was on probation, he kept out of the public eye. He merely attended classes and stayed in the Slytherin common room most of the time. He was mostly outdated of the going-ons in Hogwarts, and even more so the moment they had graduated. It didn't matter to him, though. He just wanted to forget about it all.

Which is why it was safe to say how he could not even suspect how much Granger fancied Weasley. He still could not comprehend it. He had always seen that type of weakness to be extremely irritating.

"Malfoy."

Draco looked up at the sound of Harry's voice, and he only saw a blank face staring back at him.

"They were supposed to get married."

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Today."

Draco tilted his head. He almost felt sorry for Granger, but then who was he to even care about trivial stuff?

For once, though, he was not able to come up with a retort. All the years of not having practiced sneering and taunting the trio probably made him that. It was not so because he became all good suddenly. It was more so because he owed them, and it was far better to stay away rather than to force himself to act civil towards them.

"She asked about two days ago."

Draco's head snapped up. She?

A small smile found itself on Harry's face. He pushed his glasses back up and reached for Hermione's hand. He looked fondly at her.

"Yeah. I figured she got tired of waiting for him to ask her, and so she did it anyway. She's always been very courageous, you know." Harry continued.

Draco could not understand why he was telling him this. He concluded that the he simply needed to talk. He felt lucky, to be present. Do note the sarcasm. Still, he could not deny that these things did not evoke feelings of surprise every now and then.

"He didn't give her an answer right away. He told her to wait for a day and he'd marry her then and there."

Harry let go of Hermione's hand and the smile left his lips. He looked close to tears.

"You know what hurt her most?"

Draco could hardly care, and he turned to look at the wall clock. It read 12:48. He wanted to go back to the mansion.

Holding her hand once more, Harry looked at Hermione sadly. She looked so serene and peaceful. Draco noted that she looked very different from the woman he had seen at the bar earlier.

"He knew he was dying. And he didn't tell her."

Draco felt his head turn abruptly to look at his companion's direction. Harry did not take his eyes off Hermione, but he saw it from his peripheral vision.

Draco Malfoy looked surprised.