Hermione had long imagined Draco coming to his senses, sprinting down the dock after the ship, banging into their cabin and apologizing. She imagined he would find her curled up in his bed and then they’d live happily ever after, or rather just  together. She thought it might be a bit like a resurrection, watching someone come back from the dead. Because he was, for all intents and purposes, much farther than six feet under. 