Hermione's Detour
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
79,728
Reviews:
96
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Epilogue
Three month passed since her released from St Mungo, Ron and Harry followed her everywhere. They felt responsible for what had happened to her. The three professors told her what had happened, they didn't give her details they didn't want to mortify her with them and they didn't know them. She was doing alright, nobody else knew about the incident. She had told everyone that she went to visit a very ill aunt; the Ministry of Magic didn't give details about the Malfoys death. The Daily Prophet just published a single article that said that they killed each other for a disagreement, everyone bought it without questioning.
Hermione was normal most of the times, but some nights in her dreams she missed something that she didn't know how to name and she felt love for someone whose face was lost for ever in her mind.
That summer Ron's great granduncle passed away, Mrs Weasley insisted in visit his grave and pay their respect. Hermione and Harry also went with the family, she went apart from everyone else. She looked at the grave's stones, she suddenly saw a known name. Draco Malfoy. She stood looking at his grave, she felt the urge to say something.
"Hello, I don't know if you are listening to me or not. I have to tell you something, just to move on. I never understood why you did what you did, and I don't remember anything of it. I think that you had to be really sick for doing it. And even if you hated me that much, I want to tell you that I don't hate you. I forgive you, not that you cared about it. You know what is weird, when I think of you I feel protected. You are surely laughing at me right now, but I can't help it. Well, that is all. You don't own me anything anymore. I really hope that wherever you are, you have finally found peace"
A cool breeze moved Hermione’s hair slightly, it felt like a caressed. She smiled softly.
"Hermione, come here!"
"I am on my way, Ron!"
"Hurry up! I want to leave, I have never even meet Uncle Robustus well and I am sick of Aunt Romilda's sobbing!"
"Shame on you, Ronald"
Hermione saw Mrs Weasley giving Ron a sermon about family, tact and politeness. The three friends head back to the Burrow, Ron and Harry discussed quidditch all the way.
"I tell you mate, the Hungarians will win the next Quidditch World Cup!"
"You are crazy Harry, the Irish will win!"
"Thank you guys"
They both looked at Hermione, they were confused.
"We haven't done anything, Mione"
"Yes, you do Harry, you both do. Thank you for being just like you are"
She hugged them both, they looked more surprised. She was happy and life was great again. She didn't know it, but far away, in the world beyond the veil a soul was finally in peace because his love one was finally happy and well cared. She would never remember his love, but she would feel it for ever.
A/N:
1) My story gets on the top without updating new chapters because during the week I perform minor edits (changing some words or a phrase), I don’t usually have the time to do a mayor edit so instead I just fix small things. I am sorry if this upset you but I can’t go everywhere with the text file so I do it directly in the page.
2) I will post a different version of this story, it will have the same beginning but the rest will be very different. Feel free to send me suggestions or requests for this version.
3) If someone wants to ask something about the story please send me an email.
passionquill@gmail.com
Hermione was normal most of the times, but some nights in her dreams she missed something that she didn't know how to name and she felt love for someone whose face was lost for ever in her mind.
That summer Ron's great granduncle passed away, Mrs Weasley insisted in visit his grave and pay their respect. Hermione and Harry also went with the family, she went apart from everyone else. She looked at the grave's stones, she suddenly saw a known name. Draco Malfoy. She stood looking at his grave, she felt the urge to say something.
"Hello, I don't know if you are listening to me or not. I have to tell you something, just to move on. I never understood why you did what you did, and I don't remember anything of it. I think that you had to be really sick for doing it. And even if you hated me that much, I want to tell you that I don't hate you. I forgive you, not that you cared about it. You know what is weird, when I think of you I feel protected. You are surely laughing at me right now, but I can't help it. Well, that is all. You don't own me anything anymore. I really hope that wherever you are, you have finally found peace"
A cool breeze moved Hermione’s hair slightly, it felt like a caressed. She smiled softly.
"Hermione, come here!"
"I am on my way, Ron!"
"Hurry up! I want to leave, I have never even meet Uncle Robustus well and I am sick of Aunt Romilda's sobbing!"
"Shame on you, Ronald"
Hermione saw Mrs Weasley giving Ron a sermon about family, tact and politeness. The three friends head back to the Burrow, Ron and Harry discussed quidditch all the way.
"I tell you mate, the Hungarians will win the next Quidditch World Cup!"
"You are crazy Harry, the Irish will win!"
"Thank you guys"
They both looked at Hermione, they were confused.
"We haven't done anything, Mione"
"Yes, you do Harry, you both do. Thank you for being just like you are"
She hugged them both, they looked more surprised. She was happy and life was great again. She didn't know it, but far away, in the world beyond the veil a soul was finally in peace because his love one was finally happy and well cared. She would never remember his love, but she would feel it for ever.
A/N:
1) My story gets on the top without updating new chapters because during the week I perform minor edits (changing some words or a phrase), I don’t usually have the time to do a mayor edit so instead I just fix small things. I am sorry if this upset you but I can’t go everywhere with the text file so I do it directly in the page.
2) I will post a different version of this story, it will have the same beginning but the rest will be very different. Feel free to send me suggestions or requests for this version.
3) If someone wants to ask something about the story please send me an email.
passionquill@gmail.com