So, I used to have this story on fanfiction but for some reason it go deleted. So I'm reposting it because it was one of my favorite stories that I've written! I hope anyone who hasn't read this yet enjoys it!

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Best Mistake

She came to him that night.

She never came to him. It was always the other way around.

He sighed as he felt her small hands glide across his chest. "How did you get in here?" he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"The same way you get into my room: a Disillusionment charm," she answered. She rested her forehead against his. "Why didn't you come tonight?"

"I was tired," he lied. He told himself that he would not go to her anymore, they had to end it.

Her lips brushed his tentatively, as if it were the first time they had ever kissed. "Don't lie to me, Draco," she said, seeing through his words. He pulled her down next to him and kissed her tenderly. She returned his kiss with much enthusiasm, leaving them breathing heavily when they finally parted.

"You shouldn't have come down here," he chided her while stroking her hair, tangling his fingers into her thick curls.

"I had to," she said simply. "You need me right now, Draco." She laid her head against his chest and pulled her body closer to his. She was right, of course. She was the only thing keeping him going these days. Ever since the Dark Lord gave him his assignment to fix the vanishing cabinet in the Room of Requirement and kill Dumbledore, he lost all interests he had in his former life. He hadn't even had the energy to go out of his way to taunt Potter.

"You're right," he said. "You're always right, Hermione." She had noticed early on that something was wrong with him. She even approached him once, asking if he was alright. Of course, he just shoved her off and told her to keep her muddy nose out of his business. But she was Hermione Granger, and he knew she would try to find out what he was up to.

He recalled the day Hermione had cornered him in an empty classroom.

Draco grunted as he was roughly pushed into an empty classroom. "What the Hell!" he scoffed as he turned to face his offender. "Granger?" he said, mystified. "Don't ever touch me again! I don't want Mudblood germs!"

"Oh, bugger off, Malfoy," she said with a wave of her hand. "Let's cut to the chase. What happened to you?"

"Why do you care?" he asked.

"Because you aren't acting very Malfoy-ish lately."

"Malfoy-ish?" he repeated curiously.

"Yes! You never go out of your way to insult me or my friends anymore and you're always brooding," she said carefully. Draco crossed his arms defensively.

"I don't see why you should be upset about this. It seems I'm doing you a favor by not bothering you and your pathetic friends," he spat.

"I'm just curious, is all," she said.

"Ah hah," he said knowingly, "that's always the case with you. Haven't you ever heard the phrase 'Curiosity kills the cat', Granger?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow. Hermione stuck her chin in the air and huffed.

"Sorry, for just trying to help," she said disdainfully.

"I never asked for your help!" he protested with a sneer.

"You didn't need to," she said quietly. "I could see it. In your eyes, I could see it. You may not know, but you're not very hard to read. And, from what I can tell, you are screaming for help," she said, almost sounding concerned.

Draco leaned against a desk, uncrossed his arms, and buried his face into his hands. He listened to Hermione's footsteps as they traveled towards him and stiffened when her fingers lightly touched his shoulder. "Let me help you," she whispered to him.

"You can't," he said, dropping his hands to look into her eyes. They were the color of honey. He loved honey once. Before his life became complicated.

"Well, if you can't tell me what happened, then maybe you could tell Dumbledore, I'm sure he could help," Hermione said, not noticing Draco's face hardening at the mention of the Headmaster's name.

"I don't want that old man's help!" he cried, shaking her hand off of his shoulder. "It's too late to help me, Granger," he said, sadness laced in his voice.

"Well, maybe I can take your mind off of whatever it is," she said, "I'll do anything, as long as it helps."

"Why?" he asked.

"Because, I'm Hermione Granger," she said, smiling. "It's what I do."

Draco snorted. "Well, isn't that the truth. Can't stay out of anyone's business, can you?" He said with a smirk. Hermione laughed lightly. Her laugh made Draco think of tinkling bells.

Draco marched over to her and cupped her cheek in his hand. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"You're going to help me forget temporarily," he said and crashed his lips into hers.

It had continued like that for months. He would try to repair the cabinet or try to think of ways to kill Dumbledore and afterwards, he would sneak into Hermione's dormitory and forget everything, for the time being.

"Will you ever tell me what is going on?" she asked as she pulled off her nightgown, exposing her breasts to him.

"Maybe," he said, cupping one of them lightly. Apparently he would not be ending things tonight "Probably not," he answered truthfully. She brought her lips down to his again as he fondled her breasts. Their tongues intertwined in slow, languid movements.

Draco pulled her back down and climbed on top of her. "It's really something I just don't want to talk about," he added while pulling down her knickers. Hermione nodded her head in understanding and watched as he removed his silk pajama pants and boxers. She wrapped her legs around him and purred as she felt the now familiar feeling of being filled completely. He kissed every inch of her exposed skin he could reach as he pushed in and out of her.

Soon, the two lovers were panting loudly as they reached their orgasms. He kissed her tenderly, savoring the moment, knowing that when he woke up, he would have to go back to his Death Eater duties.

Draco flung the door open to the second floor girl's bathroom in frustration. That damn vanishing cabinet would be the death of him! He gripped the sides of the sink firmly and stared at his reflection. His elbows locked as his face contorted, trying to hold back the tears that were fighting to escape.

He could feel eyes on him as he shook slightly and finally let out a sob. He couldn't believe it. Draco Malfoy was crying. Yes, he was blubbering like a baby.

"I think it's nice when a man can show his feelings," a shy female voice said.

Draco quickly wiped his tears and turned around to try and find where the voice came from. "Who said that?" he asked.

"Me," the voice said, "Myrtle." Draco watched as a young girl stuck her head out of one of the stalls. He had heard of her before. 'Moaning Myrtle' they call her. Her ghostly figure emerged from the stall slowly.

"Hello, Myrtle," he said hesitantly.

"You aren't here to throw things at me or make fun of me, are you?" she asked, floating closer.

"No," he asked, confused.

"Good," she said simply. "So handsome," she said idly, admiring him. "Tell me what's got you so upset?" she asked, hiccupping softly at the end.

Draco inhaled deeply. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" he asked.

"Who would I tell?" she countered sadly. Draco smirked half-heartedly and told Myrtle the whole story. How he became a Death Eater-he even showed her the snake tattoo on his forearm-and the assignment he was given. He even told her about Hermione.

"Hermione Granger?" she asked, shocked. "I know her! She was in here a lot 4 years ago making some disgusting potion. She turned into a cat." Myrtle chuckled. "It was quite hilarious, actually."

"You know Hermione?" he asked, ignoring everything she had said.

"She doesn't talk to me anymore," Myrtle admitted. "Nor does Harry Potter and the other fellow."

"You can't tell any of them this."

"I told you I wouldn't," Myrtle said, slightly offended.

"Thank you," Draco said, turning back to the sink.

'Fucking Potter!' Draco thought to himself as Professor Snape helped him back to the dungeons. "Why can't I go to the hospital wing again?" Draco asked his Head of House.

"Because, Mr. Malfoy, if I were to bring you to the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey would want to know what happened, Dumbledore would be brought into this, and you and Potter would have been expelled," he stated simply.

"Why would I be expelled? I was the one who got injured!" Draco said, sucking in a breath as he felt pain pierce through his chest where Potters spell had sliced him open.

"True, but you were fighting to injure. So you would both be held responsible," Snape answered as they reached the portrait hole. "Serpents tongue" Snape whispered to the Portrait. It swung open, revealing the common room. Snape deposited him into his room and left silently.

Draco pouted in his room as he waited for Snape to bring him the potions he had promised. He was startled as the door to his room swung open and banged loudly against the stone wall. "Draco!" He heard Hermione's voice say, but he couldn't find her. Suddenly, she appeared before him, ripping off what appeared to be a cloak.

"How did you get in here?" he whisper-yelled at her. He reached for his wand and cast a spell that closed his door and locked it.

"Never mind that," she said, sitting down next to him. "I heard what happened and came straight down here."

"Oh yeah?" he asked. "Your beloved Potter nearly sliced me to bits." Hermione frowned and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly.

"What are you apologizing for? You didn't do this to me."

"I'm sorry for my friend's rash behavior."

"You're ridiculous," he said, laughing slightly. She kissed his cheek and smiled at him. His face grew serious as he pulled her head back down to his and pushed his lips against hers, claiming them in a searing kiss.

He broke the kiss and let his head fall down onto the pillow. He couldn't believe Potter had followed him into Moaning Myrtles bathroom. For weeks that had been his sanctuary. Poor Myrtle had tried to defend him but, honestly, what could she do? She's only a ghost.

His body stiffened as he felt Hermione straddle him. She kissed him again, making sure not to touch his chest. She unzipped his trousers and pulled them down low enough to free his hardening member. Draco bunched her skirt up at her waist as she slipped her knickers down.

"You always know what I need," he said as she positioned her entrance above his throbbing erection.

"I've told you before, Draco, you're very easy to read," with that said, she impaled herself onto his cock. She rolled her hips, moaning as she was filled completely. He grabbed her hips as she started moving up and down, impaling herself onto him.

"Oh, Hermione, what would...I do without you?" he asked between thrusts.

"Probably wallow in self-pity," she answered between her erotic movements.

"Too true."

Hermione sped up as she felt her approaching orgasm. She fell forward, unable to keep herself up any longer, as her orgasm hit her. Draco kept thrusting up into her as his release also approached. Right as Hermione finished, Draco's seed spilled into her.

"Thanks, Hermione," he said.

"Don't mention it," she responded, placing her head in the crook of his neck.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but, you should probably leave," Draco said, stroking her hair.

"Why?" she pouted.

"Because Snape should be here any moment with my potions," he answered.

"Oh, alright," Hermione said, kissing him again on the lips and began to make herself decent again. Draco pulled his trousers up and reached for her hand. He pulled her down and kissed her one last time.

"I...I lo-" he started.

"I know," she said and left.

"Go, Draco!" His Aunt Bellatrix shrieked as she ran down the corridor with the other Death Eaters. It was time for him to kill Dumbledore. If he didn't, he would be killed. He was not ready to die.

He was running down the corridors towards the Astronomy Tower when a small pair of hands pulled him into a small alcove.

"Draco, what's going on?" Hermione asked, frightened. "There are Death Eaters in the school!"

"I know, Hermione, I let them in." Hermione's eyes widened.

"No," she said, shaking her head.

"Yes, I had to, Hermione."

"You didn't have to!" she yelled. "Dumbledore could have helped you!"

"You don't understand! He would have killed me!"

"Who?" Hermione asked.

"The Dark Lord!" Hermione gasped. "If I don't kill Dumbledore, then I'll die."

"No," Hermione said again. She grasped his arm and jerked the sleeve of his jacket up. She brought a hand up to her mouth as she stared at the Dark Mark that tainted his pale skin. "How have I never noticed it before?" she whispered.

"Disillusionment charm," Draco said, brandishing his wand. "I have to go, Hermione," he said, pulling away.

"No," she sobbed. "Don't go!"

Draco turned to stare at the girl before him. He grabbed her face in both hands and kissed her fiercely.

"I love you, Hermione," he whispered.

"I love you too, Draco." He kissed her again and backed away, tears falling down both of their faces. He lifted his wand, pointing it at her head. Hermione sobbed silently as he tried to compose himself.

"Hermione, you are an amazing person," he said, not knowing where to start. "I've grown to love you, and I care very deeply for you now." Hermione nodded as tears continued to streak her face.

"Don't" she breathed.

He continued as if he hadn't heard her. "You were the best mistake I ever made." She opened her mouth to protest but he shushed her with his finger. "It was a mistake because this year I wasn't supposed to get close to anyone, let alone you."

"So you're going to kill me now?" she asked, still crying.

"Kill you?" he asked incredulously. "Didn't you listen to a word I just said?" She nodded. "I'm not going to kill you, but know, that I'm doing this because I love you. It's for the best," he added.

"I love you, Draco," she said.

"Love you, Hermione."

He raised his wand up to her forehead, one tear escaping from his eye.

"Obliviate."

Draco couldn't shake the image of Hermione as he took her memories out of his mind. Her eyes turned lifeless as she slid to the stone floor. He felt like a monster. But it was the right thing to do. He didn't want her getting hurt trying to protect him, because she is Hermione Granger and she would try to do that.

He stood in front of the entrance to the Astronomy Tower, composing himself before entering.

When he finally entered, he saw Dumbledore standing by the railing. Draco disarmed the old man when he began to raise his wand. He asks how he got the Death Eaters in.

"The Vanishing Cabinet in the Room of Requirement. I've mended it."

He only catches hints of what Dumbledore is saying. He hears Dumbledore say that he can't do this. "I've done things that would shock you!" Draco states.

"Like curse Katie Bell, and poison a present meant for me-" Draco trails off again, thinking of Hermione.

He's brought out of his thoughts by Dumbledore trying to reach out to him. "Draco, please let me help you!"

"I don't need your help!" he said, tears started to fall down his cheeks. "I have to do this! I have to kill you or he's gonna kill me," he admitted. Dumbledore's face softened as he admitted this. He started to tell him how he could help and everything would be okay. Draco listened, thinking it over. He started to lower his wand. If Dumbledore were right, then he could be with Hermione. But before he could lower it his Aunt Bellatrix stepped in. She smiled at him and kissed the back of his neck. "Well done, Draco," she whispered.

He watched as his Aunt and Dumbledore exchanged a few words. Bellatrix turned back to him and yelled: "Do it, Draco!"

Before Draco could fire the curse, Snape stepped in. Relief flooded through him. He didn't want to kill the old man. He wished silently that he had listened to Hermione all those months ago.

He listened as Dumbledore pleaded with Snape. "Please, Severus," he begged, "Please."

"Avada Kedavra!" Snape's voice echoes through the Astronomy Tower and all was silent until Bellatrix let out a shrieking laugh and casts the Dark Mark into the air.

Draco ran down the stairs behind his Aunt, not sure what to expect. When they reach the end of the stairs, a battle was raging between Death Eaters, students and teachers. His breath gets caught in his throat when he sees Hermione throwing hexes at Dolohov. She knocks him out with a curse and turns, whipping her hair over her shoulder. Their eyes meet, and for a second, Draco believes that she remembers everything. Before he can call out to her though, she turns to help her friends fight. He watches her retreating form solemnly.

"Goodbye, my love. And good luck," he whispers, then follows his Aunt to the large doors

I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Let me know =)