A/N: I am so so so so sorry that I haven't updated in about forever. It's inexcusable really but I'm going to try anyway. You see, I was at a very big stage in my education until two weeks ago when my summer began. I had hoped to update this on that Sunday (24th) but I didn't manage it. I was then on holiday for a week and between reading fanfiction, family stuff and pottermore news, I didn't manage to update it on Saturday or Sunday. I'm very sorry. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Passion's songs.

Chapter 4: Well Done

Wish that I could see you one more time,
But I know that God holds your life,
Your battle is finally won...

Well Done ~ Passion

Bam!

The metal door opened loudly and swung round to present Sienna, who was juggling a large amount of containers. She somehow managed to crash her way through the door and into Malfoy's room.

"Here we are," she announced in her sing-song voice whilst dropping all the containers onto the floor. She wore a triumphant smile.

"Sienna?" Hermione asked.

"Yes?"

"Um. Exactly how many did you get?"

"Well..." She started to count all the different containers on the floor, lost count and started again. Three. Whole. Times.

"Okay, let me change the question," Hermione interrupted hastily, "Why did you get so many?"

Sienna grinned knowingly, "I feel that this would be a good way to show that everyone on both sides has lost someone dear to them during the war and its aftermath. Plus I hope it might help you two to stop trying to kill each other..."

"Right."

The sarcastic opinion was exactly what Hermione was thinking. Except she didn't say it. Hermione looked towards the shadowy figure who had retired to the corner of the room since the practically buzzing Sienna had opened the door.

"And what if I wanted to mourn in private?" He added.

"You're not allowed to be alone with magic. Therefore, you can't mourn privately anyway."

After this, Sienna flounced her way out of the room, the trail of her robes following her and bouncing like excited puppies. Hermione started to pick up the containers and place them in a row. She finished and counted fifteen.

"I'll light them all and then you can just take them one at a time for each person you've lost."

Malfoy nodded silently and, once Hermione had lit them all, picked a container and brought it to his side of the room.

Hermione took one in memory of Dumbledore. She remembered his wise words during their years at Hogwarts and, although McGonagall was now the headmistress, she did not know what it would be like to go to Hogwarts without him there.

Her next was dedicated to Fred Weasley. It was only when she discovered he was dead that she fully apprehended that the Weasleys and other people she loved were not immune to the Death Eater's attacks. She realised that if Fred died, who was to say that any of them would survive? She could feel her eyes begin to tear up but she turned and took two more candles.

These ones were for Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks. Hermione could not begin to speculate what Lupin must have been through in his life. The werewolf would have believed that he'd have to live without his three best friends at the age of 21. That three of his best friends, Peter, James and Lily, had all died on the 31st October, 1981, and that all he had left was the traitor in Azkaban. Then, when he found out that Sirius was not, in fact, the betrayer, he had lost his friend again only two years later. Permanently.

And of course, Tonks had only just had her child when she was killed. She would never live to see her son grow and live. And her son, like her friend Harry, would have to suffer because of Lord Voldemort.

This moved her onto her next candle. Tonks had only just lost her father when she died. Ted Tonks: the muggle-born who left his loved ones so that they might live. It was, in Hermione's opinion, the ultimate sacrifice and even she couldn't do it. Instead, she sent her loved ones into hiding, so that they would no longer remember their daughter. It was an event that she would remember and worry about for the rest of her life, always wondering if she took the right choice.

She took another light, acknowledging that Malfoy had also taken five candles. Hermione didn't imagine that he would need many more.

Finally she realised she had forgotten to dedicate a light to Sirius. She knew that Harry really missed him, although only knowing him for two years. It was tragic – the first real loss of the Order in the Second Wizarding War. Sirius seemed so full of life even though he had been in Azkaban for a long time.

Hermione was happy that he and Remus were reunited though. Moreover, though she knew that this was a bad thought, she liked to believe that Remus was better off with Sirius, Tonks and James. And that Sirius would be happier with his friends, despite never having lived through some of the best years of his life (that she had left to come).

Rather belatedly, Hermione realised that most of the candles were for adults. Perhaps it was a sign that she had been very mature for her age... Or possibly, that she didn't have enough friends. On the bright side, it could also mean that she had just been lucky.

Apart from Faye, she thought as she took yet another light.

Faye Dunbar was a roommate of Hermione's during school and was always very cheerful and ready to lend a hand. Though they were not particularly close, Hermione liked Faye and, at the beginning of her first year, had envied Faye's new close friendship with the muggle-born Georgia.

In time however, she had become close with Neville and, later on, the boys so this particular feeling of jealousy had long since elapsed.

Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, trying to forget these depressing thoughts, she turned to take one last light. As she reached forwards though, she encountered a cool, smooth hand touching her own.

She quickly snapped open her eyes and it wasn't until she registered the surprised look on the supposed 'paragon' (though he was rather good-looking), that she realised what had happened.

"Who's it for?" he asked warily.

Hermione took her time to reply, wanting to cause him as much annoyance as possible, "I'd rather not say."

"Very Gryffindor-ish," he commented snidely.

"How about we both say who on the count of three?"

"One."

Hermione assumed that was equivalent to a 'yes', "Two."

"Three."

"Severus Snape," they both answered at the same time.

"But he-"

"Why would-"

They both began to splutter after speaking simultaneously again.

"You first," Hermione gallantly offered.

"First and foremost, he was my godfather," he revealed.

"And secondly?" She was intrigued now.

"Who says I have a second point?"

"You did – when you said 'first'. Usually that implies there being a second point."

"I don't want to tell you. Why were you so surprised? I mean, he wasn't exactly one of your biggest fans."

Hermione let that sink in for a moment - Malfoy sounded honestly curious.

"He helped the light side, which is more than I can say for some people." She figured that this was relatively polite – she hadn't exactly mentioned any names so it was his choice how he took it.

"Ha! Absolutely pathetic." By the look in his dark eyes (and very large pupils, Hermione noted - probably because of being in the dark for a long time), he seemed genuinely amused that she tried to insult him in such a way.

This was odd. If Hermione wanted to insult someone – which didn't often happen in the first place – she tried to use the truth as it hurt more. Obviously, this technique didn't seem to work for Malfoy.

"That was the definition of 'Draco Malfoy', clearly."

"Of course. If you want to think that, go ahead. I don't particularly care either way." He smirked back cockily and this was the last straw.

Hermione had enough sense to leave the room before she did anything that could get her fired. She was... confused to say the least. This was definitely a new method that Malfoy was specifically using to wind her up. Sadly, it seemed to be working.

She took a further breath and pushed open the door to the patient inside.

Shit, she thought. And considering she didn't usually swear, this was big.

To quote Hermione, 'shit'. I left you on a cliffhanger... Sorry? :3 Oh and guess what, that thing that was meant to happen last chapter... didn't quite make it into this chapter either - have I dragged this on too long? I feel like I have... These two chapters and the next one were planned to be only one chapter...

On another note, woohooo for Pottermore xD My username is PatronusEcho199 xD ... Is it sad that not only have I memorised my username but I also memorised the other options?