Author's Note: So...hey guys! It's Red again. :D This fic was my first idea after school ended and I hope you guys like it.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling is responsible for Harry Potter in all its awesomeness. Nothing belongs to me, except my plot.

Chapter One: Confession

Hermione's POV

Graduation. At last, it's here. Well…the real ceremony ended a few hours ago, and we're getting ready to leave Hogwarts in the early morning tomorrow. I've actually packed all my stuff already…but there's one more thing I need to do before I can say that I am ready to leave Hogwarts for the very last time. I need to tell Draco Malfoy that I love him.

That's right. I, Hermione Granger, am in love with him. And all of this happened just because we've been co-Heads for the past year. Now you might tell me I've gone crazy, with me falling for him, of all people, but…he's changed. The war really took its toll on him. After the war, he lost everything. His father went to jail, and his so-called friends abandoned him. His mother…his mother escaped during the war. She went away for some time. But, until now, 2 years after the war, nobody has seen her yet.

Anyways…he's changed. I've seen a side of him that I bet nobody knows about. When Harry and Ron found out about my friendship with Draco, they went ballistic. Ginny, on the other hand, was more open-minded on the topic. To tell the truth, Ginny is the reason why I have to tell Draco my secret tonight.

~six months ago~

"You really like him, don't you?" Ginny said, smiling at me. I nodded silently, with nothing more to say. "Will you ever tell him?" she questioned further, obviously wanting more answers. I shook my head.

"Of course not. That's just ridiculous if I do." I shook my head as Ginny opened her mouth to say something. "No, no, absolutely not," I said, wishing to end this topic already.

"But, why?" she whined, trying to talk me into it. "Hermione, this is your only chance to tell him! After graduation, you might not see him again! Or probably if you do, it'll be too late!"

"I'm afraid, Gin," I admitted. "What if I tell him, and he doesn't say anything? What if I tell him, and he laughs at me? What if I tell him, and he says I'm being stupid?"

"Well, Hermione…what's worse? Those things you said, or wondering forever what might've happened if you told him?"

Well, that shut me up. Ginny does have a point. What if I don't tell him? Then I'll never know how he'd react to it. I spent a few more minutes thinking about it and afterwards, I nodded to myself. I've made my decision.

~end of flashback~

Draco's POV

I heard somebody knock on my door, just as I was finishing my packing. "D-Draco?" I heard Hermione call, albeit hesitantly. "C-can I talk to you?"

"Sure, I'll be right there!" I called back, closing the lid of my trunk and locking it. I got up from my chair and opened the door to a pale looking Hermione. "Er…are you alright Hermione? You look pale…"

"I-I'm fine, don't worry. I just, er, have something to say actually. I just wanted you to know before we leave Hogwarts and…"

Know about what? I thought to myself. "Erm…go ahead then. Just tell me what you need to tell me," I said smiling.

"Well, actually, it's been going on for a while now, and er…what I'm trying to say is that I—I can't do this," she said abruptly, cutting off her own sentence.

"Do what?" I asked, not following what she was trying to say. "Er…do you want to come inside and sit down first? And erm…try to compose yourself? You might need some time before you can tell me what you are trying to tell me…"

"No, thanks…it'll be better if I just spit this out already…so I get it over with," she said, turning paler by the minute, if that was still possible, seeing that she was already as white as a sheet.

"Okay then…let's have it. Spit it out already," I replied slowly, unsure of what to expect from this.

"Er…you know what? Can you just give me more time? I'm sure I can say this by tomorrow morning. Is that okay with you?" she asked, smiling sheepishly.

"Erm…okay then." I was about to close the door when I called her back. "Oh and, Mione?"

"Yeah?" she replied, turning back towards me.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure it's fine," I said, grinning at her. "After all, you're practically my best friend these days so I'm sure whatever you'll say won't be that bad."

"Thanks," she replied. "You don't know what that means to me."

Hogwarts Express

12:00 PM

Hermione's POV

"Hey, Mione? Wake up, we're almost here," Harry said, patting my shoulder lightly.

"Huh? What?" I said groggily, rubbing my eyes. The light of the sun outside blinded me temporarily. Blinking continuously, Harry and Ron came to view and the scenery outside as well.

"So, how was your nap?" Ron asked jokingly. "You've been asleep since we got off the station at Hogwarts. Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"I actually slept well," I lied. "I'm probably just tired with all that needed to be prepared for today," I added, making my lie more believable. In truth, all my things have been prepared early the last evening. The only thing that kept me up was that nagging voice in my head reminding me of what I had to tell Draco.

The train slowed down, interrupting my thoughts. After a while, it came to a complete halt. Harry and Ron retrieved their trunks overhead and looked at me. I came to my feet and got my trunk, with Harry's help, seeing that it was overflowing with books again. "Thanks," I muttered.

We got out of the compartment, with Harry and Ron walking out first. I felt relaxed, with no sign of Draco on the train anymore. As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Hermione," Draco said. I guess I spoke too soon. I gulped and turned to face him. "So…what was it you were going to tell me?" he asked, smirking.

There goes my coherence. There goes my reason. There goes my confidence. Well, let's just get this over with, so I can go home and forget about it.

"Well, see…er, I've liked you since we became friends," I said quickly. "You were a changed person, I saw that, and then things changed between us, and then I wake up and I feel something different for you. And…it's so stupid." Isn't that just the perfect way to end a confession? I hit myself mentally, looking up at Draco, only to find him staring at me, shocked, of course. I sighed and turned away, already walking out of the train, dragging my trunk with me.

Draco's POV

Wait, what? She likes me? She actually likes me? Wait, why is she walking away?

I pulled her back to face me, our lips meeting. Abruptly, she pulled away from me. Why though? I thought she liked me… within seconds I was staring at the her figure dashing out from the train, cheeks burning red and her eyes brimming with what looked like tears.

Great. I knew I messed up. This was all too good to be true.

~8 years later~

Ministry of Magic, Department of International Magical Cooperation

8:00 AM

"Mr. Malfoy?" my secretary called one day, looking at me through the sliding glass door in my office. I looked up at her from The Daily Prophet I was reading. "Ginny Potter is here to see you, sir."

"Let her in," I replied, folding The Daily Prophet and placing it on top of my desk. Weaselette entered my office, with an envelope in her hand. "So…good to see you, Weaselette," I said sarcastically.

"Malfoy, it's Potter now, and this is no time to be joking. This," she said, raising the envelope she was holding in the air, "is really serious. Something has to be done about it."

"And that envelope is about what?" I said, my voice losing any previous hint of sarcasm, replacing it with evident worry.

She threw it on my desk, the envelope facing me. I recognized at once Hermione's miniature penmanship spelling out my name. Draco Malfoy, the envelope said.

"She's getting married to Ron," Weaselette said, folding her arms above her chest. "And you have to do something about it. Quickly."

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