After a War ((Old Copy))

Chapter 1 Book 3

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Nobody spoke, nobody moved, saying you could hear a pin drop was an understatement. Draco didn't even hear anyone breathing, which wasn't a good thing, saying that three of the people in the room were in hospital beds. He regretted it the second he said it. He didn't want to, and he knew she didn't want to. Not until after school. But, his mother didn't have long, and he felt like he had to, for her at least. The first movement made since he said it was when she moved her hands to her mouth to try and prevent crying more. It didn't work. None of them could stop crying. It was torture just to try and lighten the mood. Who could? Who could brighten the day of someone who's mother just died? Hermione. Hermione Granger. Though, Draco didn't know how long she would be Granger. It all depended on this moment. It was nothing what he planned, he wanted it to be beautiful, he wanted to take her to the beach, no wands, no magic, just a walk on the beach, and maybe, something magical. A ride on a Hippogryph. Nothing would have been better. But that wasn't going to happen.

She sat on her knees in front of him and smiled widely, though she was still crying both from joy, and sadness.

"Draco Malfoy, I don't care for rocks that shine. I don't care for huge weddings, I don't care for Fancy cars or houses. I do care for you, through all the perks and flaws, blood doesn't effect me, words don't either, not anymore. We both know I love you, and, id love to marry you." She said, she grabbed his hands and looked at the ring. "This is expensive." She whispered. He lifted her hand and slid the ring on it slowly. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, he didn't know what to do now. She was now planning on getting Married. How could he do that? He would connect her to all the people that tried to kill her. His father, his aunt, His step sisters and brother. What has he done?

He stared at the ring on her hand, it was too late, he didn't want her to think he didn't love her, because he did, more than anything. But he didn't want her to be in danger of her own family. What about Voldemort? What would happen if he did something to her? What would happen if Voldemort... Killed her? He wouldn't let that happen. And he had always thrown the word love around, like it was nothing. He was young still, and things didn't matter. Emotions flew and fell. They appeared and faded. What if she ever stopped loving him? What if Weasel was her true one?

He looked at her, she was smiling brightly, and that disappeared. Reality kicked in and suddenly the world ended.

"MUM!" Pansy screamed. The doors burst open and healers ran in. Draco pulled Hermione to the edge of the room, so they wouldn't get in the way. They stood and a loud beep, non-stop meant that all three of them had stopped breathing. Pansy was in Blaise's arms, both of them crying their hearts out. Draco shrank back down on the wall and buried his head in his hands. He could have done something. He could have gotten the poison out of her blood somehow. He should have killed Bella while he had the chance. And nothing was going to stop him next chance he had. All of them. He was going to kill all of them. Family or not.

Noise faded. And everything became a blur. The Healers rushed around the room, trying to do everything they could. It was useless. There was nothing. Narcissa was gone. With Pansy's, Blaise's, and Theo's mum. Hermione's parents were dead, and she was supposed to be on her way to get Justin. Draco stared blankly at his hands, even if he couldn't see them through the blanket of tears that covered his eyes. The sounds of Pansy yelling and Blaise trying to soothe her was barely even heard, all he heard was the air. He couldn't hear anything. All he wanted to hear was her voice, her breathing. Memories started, and that was it. This was the woman that taught him how to walk. To talk. She introduced him to the world. And she was leaving it too soon. She couldn't die. No, not Narcissa Malfoy. Not when she had to live for him. She had to. She couldn't leave him. Not with how much he needed her. He couldn't live without his mother. She taught him how to use his wand, she made sure his robes were in order every day. She sent him letters every day he wasn't home. She tried to save him from Voldemort. And what did he do? He let this happen. Draco did this. He killed his own mother. He brought Bella to the house, he didn't kill Bella. He should have. He desperately anted to. He wanted to kill the woman the same way that the bloody witch killed his mother.

He felt Hermione sit down next to him. She hugged him and held him tightly. He made no move. He just laid his head on her shoulder and wanted to stay there forever. He didn't want to think about anything anymore. His mother, and his best friends mothers were dead. All of them. He opened his eyes for a moment, and a silvery wisp form of his mother stood there.

"Draco, I love you." She whispered. She kissed his forehead and disappeared. Forever.