May 17th 1998

Hermione let a hand run over top of the tombstone. She kneeled in front of one and read the words that was engraved on it.

Hillary Dawn Fronts

July 24, 1832 to March 26, 1872

Loving Wife, Mother, Daughter, and Sister

You may have died young but you will forever

live in our hearts.

Hermione allowed a small smile on her face as she traced each letter over top of the tomb. She thought about how the woman in front of her died. How much her family must of missed her when she left. She thought that today was a fine day. She looked up at the sky.

"Not a cloud in sight." She whispered softly.

And it was true. The sky was, Hermione swore, the bluest that it could possibly be. The birds were singing and the sun was shining. She watched as a ladybug flew pass her, and all she could do was damn the day. How could it be so beautiful? So...perfect! Somebody had died and it was suppose to be gloomy, raining and thundering. That was how funerals were suppose to go. Or at least that was the only logical explanation in her head.

Hermione turned back to the tombstone and gave a small smile before standing up. She absently touched a hand to the stone and turned when she heard a stick break from behind her.

"Know her?" Draco asked as he came closer.

Hermione gave a soft smile and gently shook her head. "Nope, haven't the faintest idea who she was. I was just passing her grave and wondering was all."

Draco tilted his head and offered Hermione his hand. He smiled as she placed her hand in his and wondered if even a couple of months ago she would have allowed him to do even this. He mentally shooked his head, probably not. He was starting to realize and treasure the moments like this. He then pulled her into his arms and with his free hand tilted her head up.

He took his time staring at her. Taking in everything that was her. He only placed a soft kiss on her mouth when her eyebrows formed a worried frown.

"What's wrong Draco?" Hermione whispered softly as his lips still hovered close to hers.

Draco shook his head and dropped his forehead to hers. "Nothing. Just wondering."

He felt her head nodded under his and thought that this was the women he loved. He would tell her later, he would make sure of that. But right now was for Nan.

"It's about to start." They both turned at Narcissa's voice.

Narcissa watched as Hermione gave her son a quick peck on the lips and walked ahead. Narcissa smiled to Hermione as she walked by and Narcissa felt relived when Hermione returned the smile. It was then that she looked over to her son and she felt her heart breath a sigh. Her son was in love with his wife. And Narcissa couldn't have asked for anything better.

"You make sure to give me grand-babies!" Narcissa said as Draco walked to her.

Draco scoffed. "Now why would I do something like that for you mother?"

"Because you love me." She stated as she took her sons outstretch arm and felt the tears well up as he patted her hand softly.

"That I may mother. But what if my wife doesn't want one?"

"Well then I think that I might have to persuade her into wanting one." Narcissa smiled mischievously. "Maybe a good fertility potion would do wonders." She laughed when he stopped.

"Mom, I don't think that would be a god idea."

"Of course it would." She huffed. "I want grandchildren, so I will do anything for them."

Draco watched as his own mother walked away and then decided to follow her. He could only think about what he had gotten into with the women of his family.

The funeral was flawless. Isabella looked up into the sky and the same thought that went through Hermione's mind earlier, now went through hers.

Why couldn't it at least rain?

Isabella glanced down at the hand that grasped her tightly. She then allowed her lips to have a slight curve as she looked up at Narcissa. Her best friend. Her sister. She knew that without her she wouldn't have been able to go through this. And she thanked her in any way that she could.

She looked over to where her son was standing beside Hermione. She felt a fresh batch of tears threaten to fall as she saw their intwined hands together. She watched as Hermione leaned her head against her husbands shoulder and as Blaise brought in the blonde hair girl into his side. She watched as the two cousins never broke that physical contact with each other.

She was so very happy in this sad time that her niece was able to find love and that her husband loved her back. She looked over at her son and saw that he was also very much in love with the blonde hair girl. She wondered who it was.

"Her name is Luna Lovegood." Narcissa whispered.

Isabella looked at Narcissa. "You know its a good thing I love you."

Narcissa looked back and smiled. "Don't I know it."

They both let go of each others hands and walked away from the younger crowd. Letting them have their time alone with Nan.

"When do you suppose they will be back?" Ginny asked as she paced in front of the fireplace.

"I don't know..." Harry trailed off. "She said that she would be back with Luna, Blaise and Malfoy sometime tonight."

Ginny huffed as she flopped down onto the couch beside Harry. She then leaned against him, resting her head against his shoulder. "I worry that's all."

"I know." He kissed her head. "I worry too."

"I just wished that I could have went with her. She would need our support."

"I think that she got that from those three today."

Ginny sat up straight. "I know that! Really I do. I just...Oh I don't know!"

Harry looked over to Ginny's straight form and saw that it was slightly shaking. "What's wrong Ginny?"

Ginny lifted a hand to her cheek and felt the tears falling down. "I'm jealous."

"Why?"

Ginny got up and turned to him. "Because I am losing the only sister that I have ever known! For crying out loud she is never comes to spend time with ME any more! She is always with Zabini and Malfoy," She pointed an accusing finger at Harry. "Hell she even spends more time with you and Ron. I feel like I am being left out."

Harry stood up and wrapped his arms around Ginny. "She loves you very much Ginny."

"I know." Ginny wrapped her arms around him and allowed herself to cry. "I just feel that way. I feel like I'm losing her."

Harry tightened his grip on her as she let out a heart wrenching sob. He looked over to the portrait hole when he heard foot steps. He shook his head when he saw that it was Ron, signaling that he had it under control. He watched as Ron nodded and headed up the staircases.

Ginny pulled back when she was finished. She felt exhausted and foolish. "Thank you."

Harry grinned. "Anytime."

Hermione and Draco returned back to castle later that night. Neither saying nothing as they got ready for bed and saying nothing still as they got into bed.

Hermione moved to cuddle into Draco and sighed when he wrapped his arms around her. She laid still and waited for sleep to over come her.

"It's ok to cry Love." Draco whispered to her.

Hermione nodded her head. "I'm done crying Draco. I am now going to live for her." and she fell asleep wrapped in her loves arms.

Draco smiled for the first time that night and followed her into sleep.