Hi everyone. I'm really happy about the response I got back (/°0°)/
So now here is the final part and I hope you like it enough to leave a review o(°/°)o And tell me if you expected the ending or not.
So I still own nothing, if I did I would never gotten Hermione and Ronald together. But since I don't I have to write fanfics (-.-'')

Part 2
Hermione was conflicted: On one hand, she wanted to see the man again; on the other hand, she did not.
She wanted to know who he was and why he acted the way, he did. On the other side, she was afraid of the stories her friends told her.
The young witch could not remember dancing that long with him, true on the beginning she had gotten lost in the eyes of the stranger. His eyes; filled with so much wisdom and knowledge she could not begin fathom.
Nevertheless, was she lost that long? Moreover, the wizard did not do anything to hinder it. He most likely encouraged it and starred in her eyes.
"Ahhh. Why is it so complicated?!" the woman exclaimed. "Wow and now I talk to myself. I'm becoming insane."
"I still would like you to dance with Me." surprised the woman turned around a saw the man from the night before standing in front of her. Again, he was wearing his mask.
"Moreover I would like to do much more than dancing with you." the man continued and walked towards her. Hermione did a step backwards and hit the wall.
The brown haired wizard caged the witch and leaned down "I want you. Completely and consumed by me. I want you to need me." Hermione's breath hitched and she became red.
"But mostly I want you to love me. Could you imagine yourself loving me?" The witch swallowed and shakily "I don't know you."
The stranger began to run his nose up and down at her neck, breathing in her scent "That isn't a problem we can get to know each other. Sooner or later we will."
Hermione shuddered and tried to navigate through the fog who dominated her mind "You confuse me. And I never reacted with anyone like I do with you."
That let the man smile: "I really hope so."
With this, he swept her off to the dance floor.
Under the watchful eyes of her friends, they both danced and talked the whole evening. Hermione was stunned. They had a lot in common.
Both loved to read and to learn. Both grew up with Muggels and had many problems in the beginning. However, there was something what disturbed the young witch.
Somehow, now that she watched him, talked with him she felt a darkness in him. The darkness was freighting and somehow familiar.
"Maybe we could go outside? Get fresh air and talk without your guard dogs." the handsome stranger winked. Shyly Hermione nodded and together they walked to one off the balconies.
"Ask me." he told her "I noticed the something is holding you back, so ask me." This surprised Hermione, was she that transparent? She hoped not, but nonetheless she informed him "You feel somehow dark."
"Hmmm, you feel that? Seems like you are really perfect for me." "What do you mean?" The wizard smirked and then it was as if a dam broke.
The darkness she slightly felt was suddenly all around her and the young woman grew afraid. "Don't be afraid." she heard her 'date' say.
Hermione noticed that the darkness did not try to consume her, did not try to hurt her, it only wove itself around her like a gentle embrace.
"What?" came out of the witch mouth before she could stop herself. Her answer was a laugh and solid arms around her waist, which pulled her against the body of the dark wizard.
"I would never hurt you and my magic wouldn't either." "Who are you?" wanted Hermione to know. "I'm your mate." with that the darkness around her began to fade.
She felt how the man let her go and pushed something in her hands before she could see again. "And I hope I will meet you tomorrow again."
And again he let the brown haired witch confused behind.
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He had given her a necklace, which made it oblivious that the man was a Slytherin.
The pendant was a carefully crafted snake, which was charmed alive. Every now and then, the snake would wave it around itself.
It was completely beautiful.
Hermione had a suspicion who her mystery man was and had a small panic attack, but then calmed herself down. He had made no move to hurt her and even his magic felt slightly protective of her now she thought back.
She had to make a decision and she had to do it really soon. In the end, Ron helped her with her decision.
The former Gryffindor waltzed into the ballroom with Lavender on his arm. The woman, friendly said, looked like a slut. Her dress so short it left noting to the imagination and her breasts nearly sprung out.
As soon as Ron saw Hermione, he got an angry look upon his face and stormed to her. "You stupid whore. The whole time you wouldn't put out for me but for some masked stranger you do?"
"Ronald shut up." the witch told him annoyed "What I do with him or not is no longer your concern." The wizard grew red and began another tirade.
"You slut. You are mine, none else's! Well if it is so easy for you to spread your legs, then I can take you next. Hopefully you are not so loose from all the fucking."
By the end, the young woman had tears in her eyes, she tried to say something but every time she was interrupted by his name-calling. Until "Shut your trap or I curse it closed for you."
Her date had a dark look on his face as if he wanted just to kill the red head, but that did not discourage the other wizard "Huh. She must be really good in the bed if you come to her help."
The look on the man's face darkened and he drew his wand, however before he could do something Harry pulled Ron away. "Harry let me go!" but the black haired man just knocked him out. The limb body he took away with the help of Draco and Percy.
Both could not wait for the wizard for the wizard to awake. Especially Draco looked gleeful.
Hermione took the hands of the stranger to get his attention "Let's get outside." The man smiled and waved their fingers together.
Together they navigated their way through the crowd, who stared at them. As soon as they were outside the man looked over her. The concern warmed Hermione's hearth and helped her to make her decision.
"How are you alive?" the witch asked. If the man was surprised, he did not show it "After your hero destroyed my body, my soul parts fused themselves together and recognized you as my mate. In order to attain you I got my body back from the time I split my soul for the first time. After this it was a waiting game."
"Why are you calling me your mate that makes no sense." the woman tried to lose the grip of his fingers, but he did not relent, instead he pulled her in his embrace.
"What many people don't know is that in my bloodline is veela blood, not enough for us to obtain the powers, but enough to make us seek out our perfect mate, our soul match."
"And you believe that is me?" "No darling, I don't 'believe' I know you are my mate."
"You are still insane." Hermione stated which caused the man to chuckle. "So blunt. Yes, but I will not hurt you or your friends. The bastard however."
"I must be crazy, but okay. I want to see where this goes."
"Well then, Tom Marvolo Riddle at your service."

And with a kiss she sealed the faith of them both.

Fin.