Hey guys! This is my second fanfiction. Well my first one was a poem so you can say my first oneshot fanfiction. I hope you like this. Please Read and Review! And please so tell me if there are any grammatical or spelling mistakes. You see English isn't my first language so yeah… PLEASE ENJOY!

MIDNIGHT CONFESSIONS

Voldemort was defeated 8 months ago. The war ended 8 months ago. Brave hearts died 8 months ago including Tonks, Lupin, Fred and who all not? Everyone was broken. I was Harry and Ron's support, their shoulder to cry on. Even Ginny needed my support. I mean, why wouldn't she? Her brother had died in the battle. I was there for all most everyone.

George was depressed for like 5 weeks. He didn't come out of his room or come out of his room for 2 whole weeks. In the third week, though he didn't come out of his room, he at least started eating his food in his own room. Everyone knew he had lost the other half of him. I got so annoyed with him that I walked into his room and threw a tantrum. I remember that day very well, as if it had happened just yesterday.

I got fed up with his 'depression' so I broke into his room. I cast the silencing spell. I shouted, screamed, cried. I told him he was not the only one broken. Told him that everyone was broken but they weren't depressed like him. Sure they were sad, heartbroken. Sure they cried, but at least they were trying to be there for everyone unlike him. We all knew that he was incomplete without Fred but at least try to get over him. If Fred had been there seeing George depressed like that he would have surely laughed. He didn't understand that his family needed him. They had already lost one son, but he made them feel like they had lost two of them.

The whole time George was staring at me with his eyes wide open. I couldn't have blamed him. I never acted like this. I, myself was shocked. When I realized what I had done I went straight to my room.

Everyone was staring at me and I knew that they wanted to know what I had done, why my eyes were red and puffy. Later, at supper, no one spoke a word. No one did after the war. Arthur was the only one who tries to start the conversation which, of course, dies quickly. But that day, that day even he couldn't start a conversation. I was surely looking angry because no one at the table namely, Molly, Arthur, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Charlie, Percy and even Bill and Fleur, wouldn't look me in the eye. Except George, everyone was at the dinner table, which of course was expected. We all said our prayers and were about to start our prayers when the door to George's room opened. Lo and behold, out came George.

We all were, of course, surprised. Everyone at the table stared at George, who casually came to the table and kissed Ginny and Molly on their cheeks. He summoned a chair between Harry and I. Everyone had their mouths wide opened. He said casually, "Are you all gonna just sit there with your mouths wide open? Cause if you are planning that as may as well warn you that there are many mosquitoes here today."

I cracked a smile. George and I started laughing. Soon the whole table was laughing. It was out first laugh after the war. It hurt my stomach because it had been a while since we laughed. It felt good to have the old George back. Even though Fred wasn't there, we will never forget him. While eating the supper George nudged me and whispered a 'thank you' in my ear. I returned him a smile. He cracked many jokes that day.

Now I am here, standing at the astronomy tower, thinking all that happened in the last 8 months. Professor McGonagall became the headmistress. Professor Slughorn was now the head of Slytherins. Molly had now become a professor at Hogwarts and thought DADA and was also the head of Gryffindor's. Arthur was now promoted to a very high position in the Ministry of Magic. Kingsley was now the Minister of Magic and Arthur was his assistant, which as I said was a very high position.

By time we all realized that Slytherins were not bad at all. They were forced to become what they were because of their parents, half of them in Azkaban. It turned out that Gryffindors and Slytherins had many things in common

3 months after the war, Hogwarts had reopened. All the students had to repeat their previous year. So right now Ginny is doing her 6th year while Harry, Ron and I are in the 7th year. Things have changed a lot. And this time change was good. I may not have changed in many ways as I study a lot, but I have. My parents got killed when a pack of Death Eaters raided my house in search for me, but as I was not found they killed my parents. Basically, I am an orphan.

Ron and I were together for 4 months, but we broke up because we knew that it wouldn't work. He now is dating Parvati Patil. They grew close to each other when they were mourning for Lavender. They really are good for each other.

The most surprising thing is that Draco Malfoy is now a good friend of the Golden trio. His father is now in Azkaban, waiting for his Dementor's kiss. Malfoy isn't feeling that bad 'bout it as he hated his father. His mother was not arrested because she had helped Harry. She lives in another manor which is smaller than the ex-Malfoy Manor (it has been destroyed, Narcissa didn't want to look at the manor again) and much more homey. Even she is not sad that her husband is in Azkaban. She is actually enjoying her life. She was forced to work for the Dark Lord or else they would have killed Draco and Draco was forced to work for him as they threatened to kill his mother. Narcissa was physically abused by Lucius. Not only her, but Draco was also abused the whole time.

Neville Longbottom was the head boy and Luna Lovegood was the head girl. Professor McGonagall didn't want any of the golden trio to take any more heavy responsibilities so she did not offer us the post, and we were really very thankful for that. Now that Draco Malfoy was our friend and there were no more responsibilities, we did lots of crazy stuff and pranks. The four of us were like George, Fred and Lee Jordan at their time. At first the three of them were surprised as I, Hermione Granger, was breaking rules with them but they didn't say anything. After all the war had changed us didn't it? Draco and I were the brains of the pranks and mostly did the stealing and all. Harry and Ron were there to ensure that the prank was performed properly on the person it was intended on. They both were amazing at that work. They would act like nothing is happening and when the person got pranked they ensured that everyone had their attention on the person they pranked on. We had loads and loads of fun.

Harry and Ron called him Malfoy, not because they were enemies or something but they called him that because it was kind of a pet name for him. And he called them Potter and Weasly. Whereas I call him with all sorts of annoying names such as Ferret, Drakey-Poo and the list is endless. And he calls me Beaver (he will never forget that incident), Ms. Know-It-All, etc. It was actually fun you know, talking to him? We debated a lot, not like the one Ron and I have, but more mature and sensible ones. We respected each other's opinions.

Harry and Ron don't have much time. They are busy with their girlfriends and I perfectly understand them. I don't mind being single. It was at least better than all those fights, misunderstandings, jealousy and all. All I wanted was someone to hear me out. Someone who will just listen to me and say nothing. Someone to be my shoulder to cry.

Standing here at the Astronomy Tower, all my worries fly away. As I stared at the sky which was full of stars and darkness, I let my tears flow. I felt cold as the cold wind hit my face. Thank god I was wearing a jumper. I hugged myself and did not stop crying. I was crying after 8 months. 8 months since the war took place. 8 months since my parents died. 8 months since changed. I let it all out, all my grief, pain, sadness, hate and loneliness. I let it all out. It was so relieving. But I didn't stop crying. Crying for my parents, crying for myself. I just stood there crying hard.

"Never thought I would see you cry, you know? A voice from behind me said.

"Sod off Malfoy." I meant it to come in a commanding way, usually the way I sound, but it came more like a plea. I couldn't hear his footsteps but I knew he was right behind me. He placed a hand on my shoulder. And I started sobbing harder. I don't think he was used to girls crying in front of him because he was so confused and frustrated. He looked around as if looking for help. I don't know what came over when I turned around and hugged him fiercely. He didn't know what to do so he just wrapped his arms around me and rocked me gently. He just stood there, hugging me, not saying a word.

"If you expect me to say that 'It's gonna be alright' then sorry to disappoint you cause I aren't gonna do it because it's a lie. I don't know what is going to happen." I was grateful for that because I didn't want him to fill myself with stupid things, so I just nodded. He knew that I hated when people give me false hopes.

"You know, I am not very good with crying girls." He said when he figured no help was coming. I cracked a smile and let out a small laugh. I pulled back to his face. He looked so relieved, as if someone had just lifted a humungous rock from his shoulder. I laughed a bit more at his expression. He didn't understand what made me laugh the second time and had a questioning look on his face.

"What are you laughing at?" I laughed a bit more. Soon I started laughing so hard that my stomach started to ache. He still had that questioning look on his face.

"You should see your face", managing those words between my laughs.

He looked like he was going to say something witty but stopped himself and smiled. After my laugh died, I realized I was on the ground. I readjusted myself and sat crossed my legs, sitting in the Indian style. He sat down next to me. We just sat there for a long time with a comfortable silence between us. He broke the silence, "Why were you crying?"

I didn't answer him for a long time, but I did. I started to talk and he just sat there listening to me without saying a word. That was exactly what I wanted, someone to listen to me while I talked, not interrupting me in between. I wanted to keep on talking.

When I finished talking he laid his hand on mine which was lying on the floor beside me. I didn't react. I liked the way his hand felt against mine.

"What's yours?" I asked breaking the silence.

"Mine what?"

"Your story"

"Oh…"

"So…"

"So what?"

"Are you gonna tell me or not?"

"Yeah"

He was silent for a few moments and started talking. He told me how Voldemort and his father blackmailed him and his mother to work for the Dark Lord. He told me how his childhood was, how loving his mother was and how abusive his father was. When he finished, I looked into his eyes. They showed no emotion and I knew deep down inside how hurt he was. I looked straight ahead and said, "It' strange how people how people can manipulate your loved ones right?"

"Yeah and it hurts. It hurts very badly." He said without any emotion in his voice.

"You know you should let it go."

"Let what go?"

"Your emotions."

He looked at me but I kept staring ahead. He nodded slowly. After I few minutes when I looked at him, I saw a single tear running down his pale cheek. I clasped his hand which was lying on mine and moved a little closer to him. We just sat like that. After a very long time, I stood up. Without looking at him I said, "We should go. It's late."

He nodded and stood up. When I looked at his face I didn't see find any trace of him crying. We just stood there staring at each other. I didn't know what came over me because I leaned pecked him on his lips and went away. I didn't wait to see his expression. I did what my heart told me to do. And if felt good.

AFTER ONE WEEK…

It had been a week and we both acted as if the kiss never happened. We were in our own way lining our own lives.

Here I am walking my way back from the library. All the corridors were deserted as it was almost midnight and I had special permission to the library so late because all the teachers knew how dedicated I was toward studies. I had to complete my Potions essay which was dew the next week but I wanted to complete it beforehand as I always did. I walked through the corridor which sent chills down my spine. I felt as if someone was staring at my back but when I turned back nobody was to be seen. I kept walking refusing to turn back. I started walking fast.

Someone covered my mouth and pulled me into a deserted classroom and locked the door behind. The assaulter released his hand. When I turned around, I was not very surprised to see the one and only Draco Malfoy. He pinned her to the nearest wall.

"Malf-"

He didn't let me finfish my sentence and crashed his lips into mine. I was so surprised that I couldn't even react. But when he was about to pull back, I responded. The kiss was sweet but soon turned into and heated and passionate one. When we pulled back, breathing heavily, he leaned so his forehead was touching mine.

"Now that's what I call a kiss." He managed to say between his breaths. "Not the one you gave me that day."

I leaned back and raised my eyebrow and smiled, "Oh really? It didn't seem any different to me. Do you want to try again?"

He answered me with the most passionate kiss a person could give!

AN: Thank you for reading this story. Again, please don't forget to review and do tell me if there are ANY mistakes! THANK YOU AGAIN

-crazykid00