A/N
Thank you so much for reading, this is the final chapter. I hope you don't hate me too much for the story line, I tried to be as gracious as possible. Enjoy the final chapter.
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This is just the usual for me
Everybody took their turns with the stone, each saying their piece to Draco, each saying goodbye.
Hermione couldn't move, couldn't speak. She was exhausted.
They had all agreed that Harry and Pansy would stay, to make sure Hermione was safe. They were all concerned. What if now she has seen him, she will do something stupid to be with him.
Harry didn't sleep a wink that night. He sat on the sofa next to Hermione. Hermione didn't get much eaither. She could feel Harry's gaze on her the whole night, but she had made up her mind.
She was going to be with him.
But when she was ready. When she grew old and her body was worn out, then she would be reunited with him. But she refused to inflict anymore pain.
The next few months were hard. But the grief, even though it never left, it got easier to manage. Hermione, after 3 months, finally decided she would go into their room. The room had been locked all this time, and she refused to enter or let anybody else enter.
She held the key to the door in a shaky hand and unlocked it, taking a deep breath and stepped into the room.
It was how she left it, bed made, clothes over the chair, there was still the lingering scent of Draco's aftershave in the air and she breathed it in. It smelt like home.
She walked up to the big double wardrobes, running her finger along the array of suit and jackets her fiancé had accumulated over the years, most of which either dark blue or black. She took one of the jackets off the hanger and wrapped it around herself. Breathing in again, she felt the familiar lump in her throat, and tears began to form.
"I miss you so much" she whispered to herself quietly.
As she moved along the wardrobe she stopped at his causal wear, hoodies he would wear when he was exercising or just lounging around the house.
She began sorting through. Picking out pieces she could give to their friends, as keepsakes. But there were a few items she couldn't bare to part with. The suit he wore on their engagement, the joggers he wore when they moved into their apartment, his favourite tie.
By the end she was exhausted, but she felt relieved, there were boxes labelled for Harry, Pansy, Theo and Blaise. His possessions were now significantly reduced, but the items she chose to keep went back in their rightful place in their wardrobe.
It was the closure she needed, to move on, just like her told her to. And she was going to live her life, live it to the absolute fullest. And when her time came, she will be with him again, right back to their usual.
