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"It's too late." she quietly says. He just helplessly stares at her standing in the doorway. He hears voices and laughter coming from the living room.

"I know I didn't choose quickly enough," here she scoffs and his heart warms at the familiar gesture. "but you know I chose you! I told you months ago, but you don't answer my owls. Hell, I tried talking with you at work, but you walk into the other direction or completely ignore me." She closes the door and leans against it. Her eyes are closed. "My father told me to choose between the family and you, and of course I had to think about it. I mean come on, that's a life decision." She still refuses to open her eyes. "Because I thought that our thing could always be, you know, a little teenage thing, but then I knew that I could never stop loving you." She mumbles something faintly. I know that she can see the question in my eyes. She sighs, lifts her head and stands up straight. And for the first time I see her lovely honey brown eyes. I can read them like the back of my hand and know that she's conflicted.

"Look Draco, I appreciate this, but .. you know I love Ron now." I imagine my face looks as crushed as my heart feels, because tears pool in her eyes and she looks away again.

"You're lying." I say it plain as a fact and see her confusion as she stares at me. "I know you're lying, because every time you talk about someone you love romantically you touch your wrist."

She glances at her wrist and looks back at me. A few tears have already escaped her eyes and I know I look the same.

I see the left corner of her mouth lifting up a bit and feel myself smiling back full force. Suddenly she can't stop the laugh bubbling up in her and chuckles.

I see she struggles with finding words. "Hermione Granger, at a loss for words. I think I should call the daily prophet."

"Shut up" she says and punches my shoulder. Hard.

"Ouch" I frown.

"You're such a prat. You should be lucky I lo.." She stops before I hear her sentence but I already have my shit eating grin on my face and know that I haven't lost her yet.

I smile and walk forward till she's pressed against the door again. Her warm breath against my face is the best feeling I can imagine.

I whisper, because of our close proximity, "I know I'm not the most perfect man. But" and here I hold up my index finger, "I know that I love you more than anything I've ever loved." I lean in. "And that's a lot" I shrug, "you know, .. my Nimbus 2001" she punches my shoulder again and I laugh, "but I love you and that's not gonna change."

As I lean in she turns her face away. I think she caught my hurt look, because she immediately started explaining, "Right now, I'm in a relationship with Ron. I know I'm going to break up tomorrow right away, but .. I just don't want to cheat." I nod as if I understand, and I do.

I walk backwards till I am on the steps of her porch.

"I love you", I tell her.

She smiles and watches me go. As I walk I hear the door open and close. I feel my face stretch and know I'm smiling.