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Prologue: Draco confesses to Hermione. They get together. Yada yada yada. But wait! There's more. Draco doesn't want to become a death eater like he's destined to be. Read up in the next chapters!

Final Destination Chapter One

Confession

Hermione walked gaily back to her dormitory from the library. She smiled when she reached the door to the common room of the head boy and girl dormitory. She had been made head girl this year and it was the only good thing that had happened so far since school started. The head girl and boy had their own rooms separated from their houses.

Hermione dropped herself on the red couch representing her house in the small common room. She threw her books carelessly on the floor and didn't bother to pick them up. She glanced at her muggle watch which showed 10 p.m. She was exhausted. Hermione sighed heavily as she warmed herself up by the fire.

"Hermione?" said a familiar voice from behind. Hermione scowled loudly and grunted in response. She didn't have to turn to know who it was. It was Draco. For some reason, he had been made head boy.

"Hermione, I have to say something," Draco said rather awkwardly. "Can you turn around and face me," he squeaked.

Hermione rounded on him and eyed him suspiciously. "What do you want Malfoy?" she snapped.

"I er…I need to talk to you," Draco said looking at his shoes.

Hermione folded her arms over her chest. "Fine. Say it," she growled.

Draco lifted his head and stared into Hermione's warm brown eyes. Clearing his throat, he said most awkwardly, "I'm sorry."

"What?" Hermione spat, confused.

"For everything. For…For teasing you. For calling you names, bullying your friends and just being irritating all the time," Draco blurted.

Hermione looked at him with question. She could see the sincere ness in his eyes. She was speechless.

"Why?" she managed to whisper.

"Because…I love you okay?" Draco confessed and he turned away quickly. His face had turned as red as Ron's ears when he was embarrassed.

"Draco wait!" Hermione cried immediately stopping his steps. Draco turned his red face to Hermione. He could see Hermione's eyes were glassy now. 'She must be confused' he thought. Draco drew a deep breath and walked to her. He took her soft hands gently in his and kissed it.

"I can't lie to myself anymore. I love you. And I always have. It's just that I never found the courage to tell you that. But now, I guess I have. I've been waiting for this moment too long. Besides, this is our last year at Hogwarts. So what the heck. We might not even be seeing each other next year," he said in almost a whisper still clutching Hermione's hand.

"Draco…" Hermione's voice trailed. She still couldn't speak.

"I know. It's complicated. You're confused. I hope you'll forgive me for my rudeness these past years. If you don't, I understand," Draco finished in barely a whisper.

He turned to leave. His eyes were glassy now. Draco shook away the tears and entered his room. He closed the door gently and threw himself on the bed. 'She must think I'm an idiot!' Draco wailed in his heart. 

Suddenly there was a knock. "Draco?" said a gentle voice. Draco opened the door to find Hermione staring sheepishly back at him. "I forgive you," she smiled, her arms clasped behind her. Draco grinned overwhelmed, finding it hard to believe his own ears.

"Thanks," he mumbled and welcomed Hermione in his room.