Instantly, she saw his reaction across his face. It was a mixture of sadness, and rejection. His usually warm gray eyes twisted into ice cold glaciers, and his face turned scarlet, as his heart was laid out in front of him. Draco started screaming, but neither Miss Fake nor Blaise looked like they cared. If anything, the girl looked like was enjoying this bad revelation. Hermione wanted to close her eyes, but she knew she couldn't. She couldn't ever forget the way Draco looked so… abandoned. When he turned around and walked away with tears in his eyes was when Hermione finally turned away from the scene.

"Why did you show me this? And, how on earth am I here and there at the same time?!?" Hermione's tear-filled brown eyes were staring daggers into Lucius' face. In return, he just laughed in her face.

"My answer to the first is to show you that your bad blood can no longer infect my family. The other answer to the second question is that obviously you can't see the present in a pensive. It's from the past. You were there, and then you came here, of course…but I wasn't expecting your little brain to be able to think that hard."

Before Lucius could even begin to react, Hermione tackled him. She felt her anger growing as she threw continuous punches toward his face. By the time she had stopped, his face was covered in blood, and his nose looked broken. She was still breathing hard when she saw his eyes roll backwards into his head.

"Now, you can't tell me not to infect your precious family. Draco loves me and I love him. Deal with it." Hermione rolled off the unconscious Lucius to take his pulse. It was faint, but still there. She kicked him in the side, and walked away.

Hermione walked in and out of various rooms before she realized she had no idea where she was. She looked around the room she was in currently. It was a dark blue room, with a brass bed next to a window. On the other side of the bed was a dark cherry table, with a bouquet of black roses in a white vase, and a letter next to it. She walked toward it silently. The letter was addressed to her.

She reached down to pick it up, and stared at it. Hermione knew she shouldn't read other people's letters, but she felt like this looked important. It did have her name on it after all. She looked around to see if anybody was around, and started to open it as quietly as she could. Hermione acted like it was the most fragile thing she had saw.

Once she did open it, she took a deep breath. It said:

Hermione,

I know this may sound like it's too soon, but we have been through so much together. I am ready to live my life with you. You are my life…you are the light of the sun in my day. You are the air that fills my lungs. You are so amazing, and I miss you every time you escape my arms. To spend my life with you, would and could only be a blessing. Will you please marry me, Hermione?

With Love,

Draco

A single tear fell on the paper in front of her eyes. Hermione knew now how Draco felt, but she would never again get to see it. She cried as she realized that never again would she ever look into his crystalline eyes and see him look back with love and admiration. She would never again see him smile, or hear his deep happy laughter. She could never again feel the same as when she was in his arms.

For this, she sat down on the bed and cried.

Hermione cried for hours, but she didn't know how many. She didn't care. She ended up crying until she fell asleep.