So I hadn't really planned on writing an epilogue for this story. I had just wanted to leave it where I ended it and have them live their lives like they did in the books. BUUUUUUUUUUTTT from the request of some other readers on another website, I wrote this. So enjoy!

Disclaimer: I hate writing this because we all know that I do not own the rights to harry potter!


Best Mistake: Epilogue

"Ouch!" Hermione squeaked as a pin pierced her back.

"My apologies, Madam Granger," the seamstress said, pulling the pin out of the bodice and placed it more carefully. "I'm almost done."

Hermione sighed as she shifted her weight to the other leg. Tailoring a dress took a long time. She heard Ginny squeal in excitement as the final pins were inserted to the dress. "Oh, Hermione! You look so beautiful!" she crooned.

"All done!" the woman said, turning Hermione to face the mirror.

Hermione gasped as she stared at her reflection. "Oh, Merlin," she whispered. "It's perfect!" she said, jumping into the seamstress's arms. She turned back to the mirror and admired the gorgeous dress.

"Ron's going to die when he sees you walking down the aisle in that!" Ginny said, fussing with the hem of the long white gown.

It was perfect. The dress was absolutely perfect. It had a sweetheart neckline, completely beaded, and was fitted tightly until it hit the top of her hips, where the satin material flowed out into a princess gown.

"Alright, Miss Granger, if you would be still, I'll pull it off carefully so the pins don't prick you. It should be ready for you to pick it up in one week," the old woman said, moving behind Hermione. Hermione pouted, not wanting to take the beautiful dress off, but let the old witch unzip the dress and slide it down her body.

Hermione quickly dressed and met Ginny at the doors of the shop. "Come on, Hermione. We still have some more things we have to get," Ginny said, pulling her friend out of the store by the hand.

"What's it like, Gin?" Hermione asked as they walked down the streets of Diagon Alley.

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked, confused.

"Being married."

"Oh, Hermione, it's wonderful!" Ginny said, squeezing her friend's hand. "And Ron absolutely loves you. I know you are going to be so happy! Just think, 'Mione! Only one more month and you'll be Mrs. Hermione Weasley! I always wanted a sister," she ended with a wistful smile.

Hermione nodded her head. She loved Ron, she really did, but she felt like something was missing in her life. She almost felt like she was with the wrong person. Of course, Ron was the only person she ever loved, so how could he not be the right person?

"You alright, 'Mione?" Ginny asked, looking concerned.

"Yes, I'm fine," she said. "Must be the nerves."

The two girls entered a flower shop to set their flower order. "Oh dear, Hermione. Don't look now," Ginny said, pulling Hermione in the other direction. "Maybe if we pretend we didn't see him, he won't talk to us."

"Who?" Hermione asked, trying to turn around.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here: Weaselette and Granger," Draco Malfoy said.

"It's Mrs. Potter to you now, Malfoy," Ginny said, sticking her chin in the air.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Like I care, Potter," he said. "That's way too weird," he whispered to himself.

Now it was Ginny's turn to roll her eyes. "Bugger off, Malfoy," she said. "Don't you have someplace else to be?"

Draco ignored her and turned to Hermione, his eyes softening slightly. "So, I hear you'll be a Weasley at the end of the month," Draco stated.

"Yes," Hermione answered. "It seems like everyone knows."

"Well, when you're a war hero, or heroine in your case, everyone seems to know your every move."

"I guess so," she agreed, shifting uncomfortably. She wasn't sure if she liked the way he was staring at her. It seemed so familiar. Throughout school he was always so mean to her and never looked at her like this; almost like he regretted something.

"Hermione, we need to hurry. Mum is making dinner and we need to be home soon," Ginny said, coming to her rescue.

"Right," she said. "Goodbye, Malfoy." Draco's eyes followed her as they walked away. "Strange," she whispered aloud to herself.


"Are you excited?" Ron asked as he broke away from their kiss, smiling as he waited for an answer. She nodded her head, smiling. Just one more week and Hermione would be married to the love of her life. She kissed him again, pressing her body into his. He pushed her up against the wall in the hallway and placed his hands on her hips, snogging her thoroughly.

Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and tangled her fingers into his hair, trying to deepen the kiss even more. She ground her pelvis onto his erection, causing him to moan into her mouth. "I need you," he whispered into the crook of her neck as he bunched up her dress and pushed aside her knickers.

"You always know what I need," a voice whispered in her head as Ron pushed into Hermione's entrance. Hermione recognized that voice, but it didn't make sense. When would Malfoy ever say that to her?

Soon, Hermione and Ron were sliding to the ground as the force of their orgasms died down. He kissed her forehead and nuzzled her neck. "I love you, Hermione," Ron whispered.

"Love you, Hermione," Malfoy's voice said in her head again. Why was she imagining these things?

"I love you too, Ron," she said, kissing him softly on the lips. He stood up, pulling her with him, and righted his clothing.

They entered the kitchen together, greeting Molly Weasley. "Hello, you two!" she said, fussing over them. "Sit down, I'll fix you something to eat!" she offered, ushering them into chairs.

Ron laced his fingers with Hermione's as his mother talked animatedly about the wedding. "One more week," he whispered, bringing her hand up to his mouth and kissing each finger individually. He placed one last kiss on her engagement ring.

"One more week," she repeated.


"Ginny!" Hermione called from her bedroom. Ginny stumbled in shortly after to find Hermione sitting at her vanity crying.

"Oh, 'Mione, don't cry! You'll ruin your make-up," she said, dabbing the bride's eyes with a tissue. "Now tell me, what's got you so worked up?"

"I don't know, Gin. I'm so happy that I'm going to finally marry Ron, but, for some reason, something just feels off. I don't understand what though," she said, trying to hold back her tears.

"You're probably just nervous, dear," Ginny said, sitting down next to her. Hermione nodded in agreement.

"You look very nice, by the way," Hermione complimented her friend. "Gold looks really good on you."

"Thanks!" Ginny said, standing up and twirling in her gown. Her dress was a slim fitting, floor-length dress that clung to all the right parts of her body. It dipped down in the front, showing off her cleavage nicely. Her fiery red hair was curled and flowed loosely down her back. "You don't look to bad yourself," she said, turning Hermione to face the mirror.

With all the adjustments made, the dress fit perfectly. Her hair was pulled into a loose, elegant chignon with little ringlets falling down from the side.

Ginny opened the bottom drawer of the vanity and pulled out the veil. It was attached to a diamond encrusted tiara. Hermione's maid of honor placed the tiara on top of her head and smiled. "Now you look perfect."

"Oh, Ginny!" she said, flinging herself into the girls arms. "I wish my parents were here," she admitted. She had tried to bring them back to London when the war ended, but they were upset with her for what she had done and wished to stay in Australia.

"I'm sure if they were here, they would be so happy for you," Ginny comforted.

"I know. Thank you, Gin." Hermione said.

A knock sounded on the door shortly after. "Come in," Ginny called. The door creaked open, revealing non-other than Draco Malfoy. "What business do you have here?" Ginny asked.

"I was invited." Draco answered, stepping into the room. Draco worked as an auror with Ron and Harry, so, of course, he was invited. "If you don't mind, Mrs. Potter, I would like to speak with Granger," he said. When Ginny didn't leave, he added: "Privately." Ginny looked to Hermione. She nodded, dismissing the younger girl.

"Yes, Malfoy?" she asked.

"I just wanted to congratulate you," he started, "and give you this." He handed her a box wrapped in silver paper and tied with a green ribbon.

"Ever the Slytherin," she stated, moving to open the present. Draco grabbed her hand, stopping her.

"Don't," he said. "When I leave, you can open it."

"Why?" she asked.

"I don't want to see you when you open it."

"I don't think I want to anymore," she said, staring at him cautiously. That same look entered his eyes that she saw a month ago, like he regretted something.

He sat down next to her in the chair Ginny had vacated. "It's not going to ruin your life or your wedding...I think," he added. "Just, please open it before you walk down that aisle," he stood up and made to leave.

"Wait," Hermione said, hesitantly. Draco turned to face her. "Why do I keep hearing your voice in my head?"

Draco smirked at her and chuckled. "Seems you're going insane, Granger," he said.

"I'm serious," she said, placing her hands on her hips. Draco's face became solemn. He walked over to her, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into a hug.

"All your questions will be answered when you open that box. I promise, Hermione," he whispered into her ear. Her name had never sounded so delicious.

Draco pulled away from her, letting his fingers linger on her waist for a few seconds too long. The second he left the room, Hermione reached for the box and tore the silver paper off, letting it fall to the floor.

Underneath the shiny paper was a wooden box. She opened the lid and found a note sitting on top of a handful of tissue paper. She opened the note and read it to herself.

Dear Hermione,

I don't know how to tell you this, but, everything you knew from our sixth year at Hogwarts was a lie. Well, at least most of it was.

In this box, is a vial. A vial of your memories. I'm not going to explain everything in this letter; all your questions will be answered when you watch your memories.

I'm not going to tell you what to do, you'll have to answer that yourself. Just know that I'll always love you.

Love,
Draco.

'Love me?' Hermione thought to herself. She pulled the vial out of the tissue paper and stared at the shimmering liquid inside.

She pulled her pensieve out and poured the memories out into the basin. Taking a deep breath, Hermione plunged her head into the bowl.

Hermione landed in an empty classroom. She saw Draco talking to a girl. The girl was herself. They were bickering, nothing out of the ordinary, but it seemed as if she was trying to comfort him. Hermione couldn't believe it when Draco cupped her face. "You're going to make me forget temporarily," he said then kissed her passionately.

She flew through multiple scenes of her and Draco, snogging and fooling around. She even saw the night Hermione lost her virginity, even though she thought she had it up until she was engaged.

The scene changed again and Hermione landed in the Slytherin dormitories. She saw Draco lying on his bed. He held a girl in his arms, playing with her hair. It was Hermione, again.

"You shouldn't have come down here," Draco said to her.

"I had to," she whispered to him. "You need me right now, Draco."

"You're right. You're always right, Hermione," he said. Hermione covered her mouth as she watched her younger self kiss Draco.

"Will you ever tell me what's going on?" her former self asked. Hermione gasped as she pulled off her nightgown. She wasn't shocked at the fact that she was naked in front of Draco; it was just that she so willing pulled her clothing off.

She hesitantly watched as her teen-self made love to Draco. She could feel her emotions fill the room. Lust, definitely. She cared for him and wanted him to be happy, she could tell that. Hermione knew that she loved him.

Again, she flew through more scenes of her and Draco. She saw them laughing, touching, and stealing kisses. She saw lust, passion, and, yes, she even saw love.

She landed in the Gryffindor common room. She was comforting Harry. "I didn't know what the spell did." She remembered this night. This was the night Harry and Draco fought in the bathroom and Draco was seriously injured.

"I'll be right back," she said. Hermione followed herself up the boys dormitory and take Harry's invisibility cloak. She ran back down the stairs and out the portrait. When they reached the dungeon, she threw the cloak over her, and proceeded down the stairs. They reached the portrait hole and Hermione whispered the password. They ran to Draco's room, the door slammed against the hard rock wall. "Draco!" Her younger self cried.

She watched them exchange a few words and some gentle touches. And before she knew it, she was watching another erotic scene play out. She could feel all of her feelings and memories flowing back into her as she watched.

When the young Hermione turned to leave, Draco grabbed her. "I...I lo"he started.

She cut him off. "I know." Then she left.

Hermione was whisked away to, yet, another memory. She was in a hidden alcove, talking to Draco. They were both crying. She watched herself pull Draco's sleeve up, revealing the Dark mark. Hermione was shocked. She could feel herself starting to tear up as Draco kissed her. They whispered 'I love you' to each other and then he lifted his wand to her face.

"Hermione, you are an amazing person," he said. "I've grown to love you, and I care very deeply for you now." Tears started to fall down Hermione's face as her younger self whispered: "Don't."

"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." Hermione knew this was the most important memory.

"So, you're going to kill me now?" she asked. Hermione shook her head at how stupid she was.

"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. It all came down to this.

The curly-haired girl, with tears running down her face, whispered to her lover: "I love you, Draco."

"Love you, Hermione," He said back. Lifting his wand higher he pointed it at her face. Tears were streaming down all three of their faces.

"Obliviate."

Hermione gasped for breath as she pulled her face out of the basin. All her memories flooded back to her mind. All the feelings she had held for Draco Malfoy flowed into her body. "Oh, my," she said, placing her hand above her heart. She stared at herself in the mirror. "What do I do?" she asked aloud.


"Are you alright, Hermione?" Ginny asked, waiting in line for her turn to walk down the aisle. Hermione stood, unsmiling, gripping onto Arthur Weasley's arm. "Smile, you're about to be married," she said, just as she walked through the large doors. Hermione took a deep breath.

Was she doing the right thing?

She took a deep breath as the organ started to play 'Here Comes the Bride'. "Are you ready?" Arthur asked, squeezing her arm lightly.

"Ready as I'll ever be," she said, forcing a smile on her face.

They stepped out into the backyard of the Burrow. All eyes turn to her. She scans the chairs and locks eyes with Draco, who is staring intently at her. She swallows hard, knowing now why she had always felt like she was missing something. She looked at the alter and saw Harry, smiling happily at her; Ginny, practically bouncing for joy; and Ron. The man she loved. He stood there, looking handsome in his formal robes, grinning from ear to ear.

When she reached the alter, the priest asked: "Who gives this young lady away?"

"I do," Arthur responded, handing her hands over to Ron. He gladly took them. "You look beautiful," he whispered. Hermione smiled.

"You don't look too bad yourself."

Hermione wasn't listening to the priest at all; she was completely lost in her own thoughts. "Does anyone have any objections about why these two should be married?" Hermione looked to the crowd and locked eyes with Draco once again. He smiled at her and shook his head. He wasn't going to object. He wanted her to call off the wedding.

The priest continued. "Ronald Bilius Weasley, do you take this woman to be you're lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"Hermione Jean Granger, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I love you, Draco." "Love you, Hermione."

She looks up at Ron, then to Ginny, Arthur and Molly, all her friends, and lastly Draco. He smiled half-heartedly.

She shook her head. Ron's mouth dropped open. "What?" he whispered.

"No," she said loud enough for everyone to hear. She dropped his hands and backed up down the aisle. "I can't," she said, then turned and ran down the aisle.

She heard people calling out to her as she ran through the doors. She continued running, through the kitchen, out the front door, and into the field of tall grass outside the burrow. She collapsed onto the ground; her gown billowed out around her.

"Well, isn't this a beautiful sight." She looked up to see Draco standing with his hands in the pockets of his dress robes.

"Why did you give me back my memories?" she asked, standing up.

"I felt you needed to know the truth," he said. "I didn't want you to make a mistake, unless you still chose to marry him after all that."

"Why would you take my memories from me in the first place?" she yelled.

"The same reason you took your parents memories."

"That was completely-"

"The same," Draco finished. "You did it to protect them, so that they wouldn't get hurt trying to protect you. I did it for the same reasons. I didn't want you risking your life to try and save me."

"How do you know I would've?"

"Because you're Hermione Granger. You're selfless. It's what you do." He finished with a smile.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "They all must hate me now," she said sadly.

"No they don't," he said.

"How do you know?" Hermione asked, crossing her arms.

"Because they all love you. They just want you to be happy. Now, I can't say they will feel the same for me," he said smirking.

"Who said I did this to be with you?"

"No one," he said stepping closer and reaching for her waist. "A guy can hope, can't he?" She laughed at his attempts to win her heart. Little did he know, he already had it.

He pulled her body close and held her tightly.

"Merlin, I missed you," he said into her hair.

"I didn't know it until today, but, I missed you too," she said. He placed his fingers under her chin and tilted it up, kissing her lips.

He broke this kiss, smiling widely. He pulled her in again and kissed her fiercely. "I love you, Hermione."

"I love you too, Draco."


2 years later

Hermione fussed with her hair while she waited with Arthur. "You look wonderful, Hermione," he said, smiling.

"Thanks, Arthur," she said, grinning back.

The doors opened to that familiar tune, and déjà vu overtook her as all eyes turned to her again. As she glided down the aisle in the garden of Malfoy Manor in her form fitting, lace dress, she smiled at all her friends sitting before her. She glanced at the altar. Ginny smiled happily for her, Harry gave her a quick thumbs up, and Ron. Dear, sweet Ron, who had been so forgiving, smiled at her. Once she had told them about the memories, they understood why she did it. Of course, it took them a while to accept it, but eventually they all forgave her.

Finally, she looked at her groom. His blond hair was slicked back and his dress robes were deep navy blue. He looked so handsome, smiling a toothy grin. Hermione couldn't help but smile back.

She reached the altar and was handed over to Draco. The ceremony flew by and before she knew it, both had said 'I do' to each other.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Draco pulled her close and kissed her passionately as applause rang out through the crowd.

They both parted, smiling at each other. "I love you, Draco" she said.

"I love you too, Mrs. Malfoy."

The End


So there it is! I hope you all enjoyed it! =)