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A/N: Hey guys, this is my second fic and I'm hoping it will be better than my first. I plan to take more time with one, try to have an interesting plot, so it will take a while for updates. Feel free to leave any comments!

It was a beautiful day in May. The sun was shining above a sparse scattering of fluffy white clouds, the temperature was warm, but not too warm, and birds could be heard in the distance chirping happily amongst the trees at the edge of the forbidden forest. To put in other words, it was the perfect day to celebrate the graduation of the students of the 'Golden Generation'.

The grounds of the Quidditch pitch now were carpeted by beautifully manicured grass instead of the sand that usually inhabited the area. A large stage, on which the students had lined to receive their diplomas just an hour before, could be seen in the middle of the pitch, now empty.

Draco Malfoy stood apart from the mass of students, parents and faculty, leaning on one of the support posts by the Slytherin bleachers. He wasn't much in the mood to celebrate this happy occasion. So many things had occurred in the past year, so many celebrations had occurred; he was just beginning to tire of it all. The only activity that appealed to him at the moment was going home, crawling into his luxurious bed, and falling into a deep slumber, preferably for a few days.

Draco scanned the pitch, noticing how the once divided students now stood mixed, chatting happily as if they had never been separated into different houses. It was funny how a war could change things so drastically in such a short period of time. He smirked slightly; it was funny how he had changed so drastically in such a short period of time. And now that both of his parents were in Azkaban, he, for the first time, had total control over his life. More changes were definitely expected as he tried to figure out what he wanted to do with his life.

His eyes suddenly came across something of interest. There, standing a fair distance away, was the person who kept him sane over the past few months. She was chatting with her parents, happiness flooding her features, something that he had only seen a few times before. Draco watched her for a while, taking in as much as he could, because this was most likely the last time he would ever see her. This thought made him feel infinitely sad, but he tried to push it down, now was not the time for such emotions.

Suddenly her parents moved away seemingly trying to get a closer look at the castle's surrounding landscape before eventually departing to Hogsmeade Station. He watched her standing alone for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should say something, anything, before she left his life forever, but before he could reach a decision she turned slightly and looked directly at him. They gazed at each other for a moment before she smiled the smile that he knew she only smiled for him. She took a few steps towards him before she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. Viktor Krum. She was pulled in the opposite direction by her boyfriend and gave him one more glance over her shoulder before she was lost in the crowd.

Draco stared after her until he felt a comforting squeeze on his right shoulder. He looked over and saw Harry Potter standing next to him. Harry gave him a slight nod and turned to look into the crowd as Draco had been doing before. He felt a little better, with Harry standing at his side. He knew now what he needed to do. He had to get over Hermione Granger.

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