Hermione’s laughter was dark and she pulled Draco down to her and with their lips centimetres apart she whispered, "It’s a tragic story, really. The wedding was supposed to be tomorrow. Harry caught me in bed with Ron and then he murdered both of us at Grimmauld Place. Terrible business. Then he went through my things and found you and Theo’s love letters from the war, so now he’s come here to kill you both, and everyone who gets in his way. Then he’s going to go back to his office, write a suicide note and kill himself there. He just couldn’t bear my infidelities, despite his own which are sure to come out soon. It’s going to be front page news for weeks."