Draco sat at his potions table, Vincent Crabbe sat next to him his fat head lay on the table as a pile of drool slowly leaked out of his mouth. Blaise Zabbinni, probably Draco's only good friend, sat on his right balancing his wand on his nose. Everyone around him laughed when it rolled off, fell onto the table and shot a spell out of the end of it- hitting a picture or a fat old man.

"You little brat! You've got some nerve!" the picture yelled, everyone laughed even harder, but eventually got bored and turned away from Blaise. Blaise chuckled slightly then turned over to Draco who had his hand in his hands staring ahead at Snape's empty desk- Snape was currently running late for class.

"Draco, mate, what's up?" Blaise asked him. Draco looked over at him and just shrugged.

"I'm just bored, you know…" he drawled, sitting back in his chair.

"Well, you shouldn't be mate! This is the last week of school; you should be living it up!" Blaise insisted and to make his point her put his feet up on the counter and smiled over at Draco. "See what I mean!"

"I know but I just can't help but find it depressing!" Draco admitted, Blaise just stares at him with one eyebrow arched. "I mean this is it, everything I've ever done in the last seven years has come to an end, and I can't help but feel like its, well I feel as if I haven't done much with my life so far…" Blaise's feet fell off the counter top and Blaise just gave out a short surprised laugh.

"What that's ridiculous! You've made great friends" Blaise said smiling proudly, 'great' had obviously referred to him. "Slept with most of the Slytherin girls, had the very hot Pansy Parkinson fall in love with you, made the quidditch team, made Harry Potter's life here that much harder, become the most popular guy in Slytherin and, to top it off, your about to get a great job as England's quidditch coach!"

"I still can't shake the feeling something's missing," replied Draco, looking around him, trying to put what Blaise had said into context. Maybe he was right, maybe Draco shouldn't spend his last week at Hogwarts worrying and contemplating, maybe he should just spend it having fun until he is thrown into the adult world.

"Everyone's feeling that, but everyone else is just ignoring it," said Blaise, brandishing a hand over the crowded potions class room.

A giggle caught Draco's attention, it was soft and feminine, it sounded very familiar to him but he couldn't quite remember where he heard it from until he finally spotted its source. Hermione Granger was batting Ron Weasley's hand away as he continued to try and tickle her.

"See even that Granger has learnt to breathe easy and just have fun!" said Blaise, who was also looking over at the brown haired witch.

"Ron, stop it! You're so bad, stop!" laughed Hermione, Draco just rolled his eyes he really hated that mudblood having fun.

Suddenly the door flew open and Snape walked in, but not many took notice of him, it was the last week of school after all, even the scariest teachers had little power over the seventh year students.

"I have an announcement," said Snape in his spine shivering voice, everyone sat still and kept all their eyes on him, not daring to speak. "All year sevens are requested in the Great Hall," he swallowed hard, finding it hard to finish off his sentence. "For fun and games." He finished in a disgusted tone.

A dim whisper fluttered through the class room, Draco turned to Blaise but he just shrugged. Crabbe was saying something to Goyle and they both parted laughing. Draco turned to Granger; she was in the middle of a conversation with Potter and Weasley. She suddenly looked up, she had probably sensed Draco staring at her, the moment her eyes locked his he looked back at Crabbe who smiled stupidly at him.

"Quiet," Snape boomed and they all stopped talking, the room was consumed by a dead silence. "You will all follow me in an orderly manner to the hall; any toe out of the line will not be permitted to go!"

God, Snape knows how to suck the fun out of things! Draco thought.

They all obeyed, pushing his chair out from the desk quietly he quickly packed his unused potions book back into his leather bag and slung it over his shoulder. He paired up with Blaise and filed behind Snape who stood at the open dungeon door. Behind him stood Francesca Ricci and Pansy Parkinson, the only girl Draco called girlfriend, her parents were just as influential as his own in their circle of friends and it was only natural they got together. Soon he'll be getting married to her, but that idea scared Draco too much to think about.

They followed Snape silently as they weaved their way up from the dungeon to the great hall. Eventually they arrived at the huge double doors of the great hall, from the hall music emanated but it wasn't the choir or any of the teachers dance music but actual music that Draco knew, at that moment Bohemian like You by the Dandy Warhols sang out from the room. Excited whispers spread through the crowd as they wondered what was on the other side of the door.

Snape pushed the door open and Draco was floored by what he saw. There was only one long table to the right of the room and on it were thousands of different candies and large jugs of soda with large goblets surrounding them. Hufflepuff sat at then end closest to the door followed by the students in the blue robes – Ravenclaw, they both cheered happily. The music still played loudly through the speakers that suspended in the middle of the room. On the left there was a small purple tent with gold trimmings, but Draco couldn't see what was in it.

"Go sit," Snape said and Gryffindor rushed forward, someone almost knocked Draco over but he stabled himself just in time and just scowled after the unknown culprit. He walked calmly towards the table but everyone else walked much quicker and when he finally reached the table the only seats that were available were the ones closest to Gryffindor. He sat down in between Blaise and Pansy but it was only Blaise that separated Draco from Potter who sat next to Weasley, Granger sat across from them.

They all happily began to chow down on the food that was presented in front of them, all smiling happily to their friends. Draco began chewing down a handful of chocolate.

"Dumbledore sure knows how to send people off!" Blaise said, throwing a mouthful of every flavored beans into his mouth.

"I know! And I was dreading having to suffer through another boring potions lesson!" Leonard Corvine said from across the table Draco nodded in agreement, he had to make sure Snape wasn't listening before he answered.

"I wonder what's in that tent," Hermione said, Draco tried to block out her voice but it seemed impossible.

"I bet its Dumbledore telling us we're going to have to stay another year." Weasley replied, Draco just rolled his eyes, but both Granger and Potter chuckled hard. Draco scoffed and this caught Hermione's attention and she glared at him.

"Do you have a problem," she asked coldly.

"Hey Draco, try this!" Pansy cried breaking Granger's eye contact and probably defusing the tense situation, shoving a spoon of strawberry ice cream down his throat it surprised him to the point he had a hard time swallowing. 'Jerk' he heard Granger whisper to her friends.

"Delicious, right?" Pansy asked looking at Draco, she didn't even realize the situation she had just avoided, once Draco managed to swallow he nodded and Pansy smiled from ear to ear.

"Enjoying the party," called a voice from behind them, Draco turned and saw Dumbledore's wiry figure standing next to the purple tent. He smiled at them over his moon shaped glasses and everyone began to cheer 'thanks' in response. He waved away their gratitude and pointed at the tent.

"What is it," Neville Longbottom called, they all sniggered at him, not admitting they were just as curious to know.

"This is a tent Mr. Longbottom," Dumbledore replied and the table burst into laughter. "But I'm sure you meant to ask what was inside the tent." Dumbledore added with a smile.

"Well, what is it," Draco asked impatiently.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, if you're so eager to find out, why don't you step inside," Dumbledore said calmly. Knowing that if he chickened out now the 'bad boy' image he had built up over seven years would crumble at his feet. Draco stood bravely from his chair and began to walk around the table, he caught Hermione's eye as she sneered up at him.

After his nerve racking walk towards he stood at the tent's entrance, he looked over at Dumbledore who just motioned for him to enter the tent. Draco felt his whole body tingle as he reached out and lifter the heavy velvet tent flap.

The music from outside had suddenly stopped and a mystical violin solo floated into his ears, followed by and eerie humming from a woman's mouth. In front of him stood a tall mirror, but at first Draco saw nothing incredible about it, its frame was made of stone with some ancient writing across the top but other then that it did what any other normal mirror did- reflect Draco's image.

"My father will hear about this," he said as he was about to turn to leave but suddenly something began to fade into sight in the mirror.

Hermione Granger stood their, her arms clasped around Draco's as she put her head on his shoulders, he turned around but on the real side of the mirror, Hermione wasn't actually next to him. She then leant over and kissed him on the cheek, as she did a group of small children began to fade into the picture, about five in total, only just up to Draco's thighs. They all smiled up at them, Draco could have sworn one yelled out 'Daddy' as it jumped from foot to foot. Some had long brown hair, like Hermione's but had Draco's piercing steel eyes. But other had Draco's platinum hair but Hermione's soft features.

"What is this," Draco muttered as he stumbled back out of the tent, his family slowly fading from site.

The somber music stopped and the upbeat music from outside played on. Everyone was staring expectantly at him, as he just stared open mouthed back at them.

"What do you think it was?" Dumbledore asked from his side and Draco turned around to face him.

"Shows something you fear," Draco guessed, his answer made the headmaster chuckle.

"I guess you saw something you didn't know you wanted," The old man said, as if he knew what Draco had seen.

"I don't want that!" Draco claimed.

"But this shows you your deepest desires, what ever saw is what you want," Albus Dumbledore said.

"What ever," Draco muttered as he quickly walked back to his seat.

"But this does not show the future, remember that," Dumbledore said then he laughed merrily. "Have fun, all of you!" He then pointed his wand at the tent and muttered a spell and the name Ivory McClure suddenly appeared in gold writing along the tents outside, she was a sticklike Hufflepuff and apparently next to see what she deeply desired.

"Now this is to show you, before you go off and pursue your dreams, what exactly they truly are! Toodelo!" and with that he had suddenly disappeared from the room. Ivory jumped up from her seat and ran towards the tent but everyone had gone on eating, awaiting their go.

"What did you see?" Blaise asked, everyone on the table seemed to be listening to his reply but Draco just shook his head.

"Nothing worth repeating," Draco said as he looked down at his half eaten chocolate frog, he stole a sideways glance at Hermione as she leant in to talk to Weasley and Potter.

"It's the mirror of Erised," Potter said and Hermione furrowed her brow.

"You sure, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Positive, I would bet my quidditch cup on it!" Potter replied.

"Well then, you already know what you're going to see," Weasley commented, with a shrug of her shoulders Hermione leant back in her seat.

A hip hop song played through the speakers; most of year seven was now up and dancing the available space left in the hall. All seeming to have a good time, but Draco still sat at the table Blaise sat next to him but only because he had become bored with dancing already.

Draco watched glumly as everyone danced happily, most satisfied and not disturbed by what they saw, as far as he could see he was the only one who was disturbed by what he had seen in the magic mirror.

Suddenly slow music began to play though the sound system, Playground Love by Air, was the song. And it was at that moment he noticed Hermione. Her arms were wrapped around Weasley's as they danced together.

"Love is all, all my soul, you're my playground…" the speakers sang and Draco just watched as Hermione's head rested against Weasley's shoulder, their bodies touching, torso to torso. She wasn't hiding her smile as she slowly danced in a circle with that poor ginger haired. But what shocked Draco the most was that the fact of the site of them filled him with jealousy. Blaise had realized what Draco was staring and decided to comment on it.

"Now there's a couple you know is getting together," Blaise said, thinking he was doing Draco a favor. "You just know they were destined to be together forever."

"You think," Draco asked, looking over at his friend and Blaise nodded.

"I bet when they both look in that mirror they'll see the other hugging, a wedding band on their finger, children running in between their legs!" Blaise let out a snort and Draco just rolled his eyes, completely depressed.

Draco watched with a broken heart as Hermione moved her head from up off Ron's shoulder and looked at him, their faces mere inches apart! Her brown hair fell messily over her eyes; Ron stared at her as he reached his pale hand and brushed the strands from her eyes. She smiled kindly at him as she continued to dance with him – cheek to cheek.

"She's kind of pretty…" Blaise muttered, he had verbal run on! It was as if he felt it necessary for him to continue to talk. "The only thing that surprises me is her low standards! She could have anyone, even you if she tried, but hey we al know she hates you! And vise versa…" Blaise said with a snort, Draco just laughed weakly.

The tent's name suddenly read out 'Ronald Weasley', Ron reluctantly drew away from Hermione and made his way to the tent. The hall had taken to cheering out the name of the next person to look in the mirror.

"Ronald," they all sang! He ran through the cheering crowd up to the mirror then disappeared inside. Hermione and Harry, both laughing pushed their way through the crowd and over to the table, they sat down almost directly opposite from Draco and Blaise.

"So you saw the same thing you saw seven years ago?" Hermione was asking Harry reaching across and pouring pumpkin juice into a goblet.

"Yeah, I'm not surprised though…" Harry replied. "I'm actually sort of glad; I wouldn't be able to handle another deep want." Hermione laughed lightly.

"What do you think Ron will see?" Hermione asked casually, glancing sideways at her friend.

"Last time he saw himself winning the house and quidditch cup… who knows what he'll see now – seeing as we've won both of those," Harry replied, he then threw a bean at Hermione. "Don't worry about it Hermione, we all know who he'll end up with!" Hermione blushed and looked away laughing childishly. She caught Draco's eyes and was about to say something when Ron came running up to them. Both Potter and Hermione turned around and looked at him.

"Well, it wasn't the house cup, I can tell you that!" Weasley replied Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled. Ron sat on the other side of Hermione and then noticed that Draco and Blaise were sitting opposite.

"Hermione!" the crowd cheered, she looked up and Harry laughed, pushing her off the chair.

"I guess it's your turn to look in the mirror," Harry laughed and Hermione stumbled into the crowd as they patted her back.

"So what you see?" Harry asked grabbing chocolate muffin.

"The love of my life," Ron said with a shrug.

"Who, Professor Flitwick?" Harry teased Ron threw some popcorn at him.

"Who do you think, you silly git! It was-" Ron had begun but Blaise interrupted.

"Carry on that conversation much further down the table! We're not very interested!" he shunned. The two boys just shrugged and scooted to the farthest end of the table. Draco turned and gave Blaise a dirty look before he turned to see if he could read lips – he couldn't.

"I bet I'll see myself rolling in piles of cash with two beautiful…" Blaise began but Draco was ignoring him and looking down at Potter and Weasley, waiting for Hermione to appear.

What is Hermione seeing in the mirror? He asked himself. Is she seeing the same thing I did?

Hermione emerged from the crowd and came face to face with Draco, her smile was so wide that Draco felt his heart leap, He felt his muscles contract as he prepared to stand up and bring Hermione into his arms, and at that moment he realized that the mirror was right He did love Hermione! And it had obviously shown her that she loved him because at that moment she was smiling broadly down at him. He watched as her dark lips parted and Draco's heart jumped around merrily.

"Draco, I love you!" she would cry and he would stand up and seize her in his strong arms, hugging her tightly – vowing to never let her go! Then he would kiss her deeply taking pleasure in the way she tasted, and at that moment he would know true happiness!

He felt himself as he began to lift off from his seat as Hermione's lips began to part, it was all happening in slow motion, as if his soul had lifted from his body and was now staring down at the pair of them, smiling from ear to ear.

Her lips still help their smiled as she finally spoke, Draco fully standing and prepared to scoop her into his arms.

"Do you know where Ron and Harry went?" she asked, still smiling. Draco felt his stomach turn inside out and his throat as it pound into his throat and shattered into a million pieces! He felt his arms tingle and his smile droop to a frown. He realized he was now standing looking at Hermione with tears welling up in his eyes. He roughly grabbed for a handful of popcorn and plunked hard back down on the seat, something that would probably hurt but at that moment all his senses were dulled.

She hadn't seen us… she doesn't want to be with me… his mind finally muttered as it stared up at Hermione. She still smiled blissfully; she had obviously seen something she knew she had wanted! Did she see herself with Weasley? But his mind was still reeling form the shock of his emotional blow that it couldn't come up with an answer.

"They moved further down," Blaise replied, pointing to the two boys. Hermione thanked him and began to run down the table to where they sat. She fell down onto the seat next to Ron; she smiled broadly, looking overjoyed. The three of them were sharing words and Draco finally read Hermione's lips as she said calmly.

"I'm not telling!" and then she broke out into a laugh, grabbing for a chocolate frog.

Draco felt anger and jealousy begin to mix with his feelings of sorrow as he watched Hermione's soft hair fall round her face once more. He watched as she laughed when Ron, again, swept it from her smiling eyes.

"I'm not going to give you up so easily," Draco seethed as he stared down at their happy little group.

"What did you say?" Blaise asked ignorantly.

Draco turned to glare at him at suddenly Blaise became worried for his friend. Draco brushed a few loose strands from his furious eyes they linked with Blaise's uneasy ones, he let out a small breath and with the anger and misery still evident in his voice his began to explain everything.