'Hello, Hermione.'

He kept on playing the piano, not taking his eyes off of her. The sound was haunting, and deep. Hermione could not move. She started to stutter. She could not speak. He quickly shut the piano, making her jump. She was petrified as he rose from the piano and walked over to her. His face was less than an inch from her face. She could feel his warm, hot breath on her face, as she stared into his emerald eyes. Hermione was angry. And he could see it in her eyes.
'Ah, I came back. You didnt think I was through with you, I hope you didnt.'
'I knew it was you. You thought you could fool me, but I knew,' Hermione finally managed to spit out. He laughed, and shook his head, his black hair shining in the candlelight.
'No you didnt. If you did, you would have ran to Draco and youd have been gone. I know I looked familiar, but you didnt think that the stable boy Sven was actually, truly, the one and only..'
'Harry Potter,' Hermione whispered, cutting him off, not taking her eyes off of his. She was afraid of what he might do if she did. He nodded, and put his hands on her shoulders. How he had changed. He was taller, and alot more muscular. Harry noticed that she saw that.
'Being at Azkaban for almost 2 years does that to someone,' Harry said seriously. 'Who would have thought, the great Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, would end up there. What a fucking shame, isnt it, Hermione.'
Hermione shook her head. 'You deserved every single, torturous, unbearable second of it.'
Harry looked up to the ceiling, shaking his head.
'Dont you learn anything?'
A slap from his hand landed on her soft cheek, knocking her against the wall in the hallway. She hit it with a loud thud, and she cried out. She didnt move. Her tears fell down her cheeks, stinging at her face where he had hit her hard.
'Draco, help me,' Hermione whispered, closing her eyes. She knew she was powerless against him. She knew he would have the chance now to kill her once and for all, and he would not pass up the opportunity again. A kick landed hard in her stomach.
'Just in case there were any Malfoy Jr.s on the way,' Harry said, stepping back. Hermione was in so much pain, her body cramped up and her bladder burst. She could not think. She knew now why Draco was so quiet, Harry must have either knocked him out or killed him.
'Oh, and I didnt kill Draco. Id rather him have to deal with the pain of your death. So sad, so so fucking sad,' Harry said sarcastically. Hermione coughed, and she saw that it was red. Her body felt heavy. She watched Harry walk back into Gustofs room, and she heard his steps as he paced back and forth beside Gustofs bed. She moved her foor ever so slightly, and felt something metal, hard, and cold. The pistol. She pushed it with her feet very, very slowly, so it would not make a noise. She kept coughing so Harry would think she was not up to anything. Her hand reached down, and she grasped the pistol. She hid it under her robe as Harry hurredly walked back to see her.
'And what do you think, Hermione? Would you like to be buried next to Gustof, or..,' just then, Harry noticed the pistol was not at Hermiones feet anymore. Before he could speak again, Hermione pulled out the gun and shot at the first place she could think of. She shot at his knee, and he fell backwards, making a loud noise as he hit the hard floor. Hermione struggled to get off the floor, and she cried out in pain. She pointed the gun at Harry's head. He looked up into her eyes, smiling, shaking his head.
'No. You wouldnt. Your too weak,' Harry said, his voice cracking, his knee bleeding, making a pool of blood on the wooden floor. Hermione shook her head, and smiled cunningly. She unlocked the safety guard on the pistol, pulling it back. Harrys smile instantly left his face.
'And forever, I shall be without you. Your death, do us part.'
The shot from the gun rang out through the halls of the manor. Right through the head. There was no way he could come back to haunt her now. For the first time in 5 years, Hermione felt something lifted off her shoulders. Harry was gone, forever. She sighed, and ran back to her room, to wake Draco. She said the spell to wake him, and he opened his eyes, and scratched his head.
'Draco, theres something you must see,' Hermione pulled him out of bed, into the hall, down to where Harry layed, dead.
'He came back..,' Draco mumbled, shocked by the sight of him dead on the floor. He looked to Hermione.
'I need to call the police. Ill tell you exactly what happened, Draco. But all you need to know is that I did not let Harry get me this time. Hes finally gone,' Hermione smiled, and she hugged Draco.

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Draco and Hermione decided that the manor was no place for them. They still technically owned it, but they decided to move out of Germany for good. They did end up going to America, like they were originally going to do. Draco proposed, and Hermione accepted. They were married in the little church on lake Buena Vista at Disney World, and honeymooning in Rome. They still had plenty of money, so they moved to New York City, where Draco discovered the world of Law practice. He got a job in a huge law firm, and made alot more money. Hermione took a job at NYU as a professor, which she thoroughly loved. They had a little boy soon after they moved there. He looked very much like Gustof, but dont worry, he was Dracos child. They decided to name him Gustof after the original. (A/N: see? he comes back... hehe) Draco and Hermione lived a full and happy life, very much in love, forever. From time to time, Hermione would think of Harry, but she would often quickly dismiss the thought. She was just glad that it was over and done with, and that her life was finally the way she wanted it to be, free of Harry Potter for good.