Epilogue:

Harry looked at Hermione's dead body and couldn't believe what just happened. He walked into the house in a good mood. Bearing the best news ever. He thought he and Hermione would go over to Ron's and celebrate till dawn.

From the moment he saw Draco he felt like everything had twisted upside down. He couldn't believe Hermione would ever consider kissing him.

A tear slipped his eyes as he kneeled by Hermione and caressed her cheek with his hands.

Six years. For six years they have been the best of friends, and now she was lying lifeless because of him.

He had to leave, he couldn't stay at this house anymore. He would disappear and no one will ever hear of him again.

Killing he could handle, after all he killed Lord Voldemort. Witnessing the death of those closest to him was hard, but Harry have done it non the less. But being responsible for the death of the person who had always been there no matter. Now that was too much to handle.

He would forget about Ruby, forget about his old life, and escape, somewhere he would never be found.

All of a sudden Harry felt a letter fall on his head. He raised his head and saw Hermione's owl standing over him breathing with difficulty.

Harry took the parchment off of the owl's leg and tore it open. He noticed Hermione's clear hand writing right away.

My dearest Harry,

Words can't really explain, what I will tell you in this letter, but it is something I must try and do.

Harry, I'm in love. And I'm not talking about some teenage crush, that changes after a week.

I am in love with a great man that loves me. He takes care of me, stands up for me, and mostly stands up for our love.

He has the purest heart, and the easiest nature. He always finds a way to make me laugh, and I have never felt more secure than when I have his arms around me.

I married that man Harry. I did the one step I thought I would ponder over my whole entire life. I am married and it feels amazing.

It is the one move I will never regret nor will I ever look back at, and wish to go back in time and change it.

The man I am talking of, the one who makes me feel like I am dreaming, is Draco Malfoy.

I know right about now you are furious. You are probably thinking of ripping my letter apart and coming to fetch me from his evil hands, but Harry hear me out first.

Draco is not evil, neither is he a Death Eater. He is a normal guy, just like you and Ron, but he was unfortunate to be born into an evil family.

His mother is a fine person, while his father was the reason for all of Draco's "cruelty".

His father was controlling and forcing Draco to follow his footsteps all of his life. Draco has proof, and he's planing on clearing his name in the Wizarding world once Lord Voldemort is defeated.

Please believe me, you know I am way wiser than to fall for some trap, he really is different.

I met him one day, a few weeks after Dumbledore's death. That's when he told me about everything that's been going on and about his true self. I believed him right away, I don't know why. I just felt it right there and then, in my heart that he was telling the truth.

I led him into my house and let him stay there as a hiding place.

Day by day went by and a strong love grew between us.

We got married in our own little private ceremony, and now I am pregnant with his child.

I have a feeling it's a boy, if it is, I want to name him after you, for being such a heroic person and a great friend.

Harry I love you very much, that's why I am pleading for your understanding.

Please give Draco another chance, see who he really is and then feel free to judge him.

I know you will like him eventually and you will be the best of friends.

Draco and Ron are very close right now. They accidentally met, fought the first few times, but then they got along greatly, and still do to this day.

I know I should have told you about us a long time ago, but you must understand, I did not want to endanger your life. You risk your life for our sake as it is.

The only reason I'm writing to you right now is because there is no other way out of it. I am in love, and I must share it with you, my best friend.

I can't wait for your arrival. To hear all about your journey and to sooth you with my famous soothing tea.

I love you dearly and I will always be here for you no matter what, just like I know you'll always be there for me.

I really hope you will grow to be friends with Draco. After all you are the only person I will trust as a godfather to my child.

Love you always and forever,

Your best friend

Hermione.

Tears escaped Harry's eyes as he was reading the letter.

'If only I would have gotten it earlier. If only I would have given Hermione a chance to speak, instead of bursting into yells and committing murder.

Murdering my best friend's love, and with that, causing her own death. I can't live with this guilt anymore. I will not be able to tolerate, looking into Ron's and Ginny's eyes after they find out what happened.

And Hermione's parents, oh my god, how will they react when they get back from the States.'

Harry took one last look at his best friend, laying lifeless in the arms of the one she loved, and with one last tear escaping his eyes, he apperated away, to never be found.

The End!