Hey!

Thanks to those who reviewed. Here's the continuation of What Really Happened.

This was supposed to be the last chapter, but it turned out to be too long. Last chapter will be posted when my friend, Fely, will return my copy of The Deathly Hallows. I need it for reference notes.

Read, enjoy, review!

Much love,

ThaliaMalfoy

We stopped a foot from the ground, just frozen in midair. After a few seconds, gravity pulled us down.

Hermione lifted her head from my chest, her hair windswept. "Draco? Where are we?"

"I don't know yet because you're enormous chunk of hair is blocking my view."

She gave me a dirty look and sat up. She looked around, gave a frown, and gasped. "Draco, we're in the Forbidden Forest!"

I swiftly sat up. Trees surrounded us, and we were sitting on the rough, uneven forest floor. I looked at Hermione and laughed.

She shot me a confused look. "Why are you laughing, Draco?"

"There are twigs in your hair, and they look completely perfect on it. I've never seen a prettier bush."

Her hands went to her hair. She groaned and started picking leaves and twigs off her hair. I laughed again and started helping her.

"You landed on the ground first, why aren't you all covered in twigs and dirt?" she asked sullenly.

I raised an eyebrow. "I repel dirt, because I'm pure at heart."

She gave me a look. And then she laughed out loud. It was the first time I saw her laugh with total abandon. Eyes closed and mouth wide open and all.

I nudged her. "What's funny?" She just shook her head and covered her face.

I shoved her, annoyed now. "Tell me," I insisted.

She peeked through a gap between her fingers, and stopped laughing. "Well," she began. "You said you were pure at heart. And I thought, Draco Malfoy? Pure at heart? Isn't that the best joke you've ever heard?"

I frowned and she started laughing again at my expression. My mood immediately lightened, because it was the only time in that evening that she looked happy.

I smiled at her.

She stared at me in shock, all humor forgotten.

I was confused. "What? Why do you look as if you've seen Dumbledore do naked cartwheels on the length of the Gryffindor table?"

Her expression remained shocked. "You…" she said. "You smiled."

"What?"

She cleared her throat and said, "You smiled. You. Draco Malfoy."

"And that is shocking because… oh, wait, there's absolutely nothing mindboggling about a smile."

She snorted. It was a terribly cute sound and I kissed her cheek. "You don't smile, Draco."

I thought about this. Surely during our relationship of two years, I smiled. Yes, I remember moments that were humorous, though not enough to make me laugh. "Yes, I do."

"No, you don't, Draco. You smirk, you sneer, and you have that strange expression between confusion and humor. Your face has probably never been fixed into a smile your whole life."

I pouted. I knew she loved it when I did that. "I smile… sometimes."

She gently slapped my cheek, thus ruining my aristocratic pout. "It's the first time I've seen you smile. It's… nice."

I smiled again and held both her hands. "It's because of you. You make me feel good, light. You're probably the only girl who ever made me smile."

Her expression softened. She almost smiled. But she suddenly narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Why are you so sweet?"

"I love you, Hermione."

She set her mouth on a grim line. "I know that. But you're not sweet, Draco. The last time you were like this was on the night Dumbledore died, before you left."

I sighed. "Just drop it, Hermione. Okay?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Hermione…"

"We're not really in the Forbidden Forest, right?"

I shook my head. "We Portkeyed to my mind. It's hard to explain… The Portkey sort of… transported us into my mind."

Hermione tried to stand up, but I kept a firm grip on her. "We're in your mind?"

"I just said that."

"That means all your thoughts are here… secrets… memories."

"Yes, but I get to control what happens," I told her. She looked disappointed, but continued to look around, examining the ground and watching the trees.

"This isn't normal magic," she said. "Very complicated. I don't understand it." She sounded frustrated.

"It has a bit of Dark magic, really," I said. "My parents did everything to make this. Perhaps it is not a Portkey anymore. It's a transporter. Our minds are inside my mind. Wait, that sounds confusing. Let me think of a way to explain." I gently stroked her hair, while she watched me expectantly.

"Our physical bodies are still at the Manor, but our minds are here. Our bodies out there are robotic, moving very little. You're weak, so you'll be just screaming. Whatever we've been doing earlier just repeats when our bodies are too tired to make new movements.

"My parents made this for me. If they think Voldemort suspects me, they would send me here. I don't really know all the working of this. I just know what our bodies are just out there, making my parents and Aunt Bella think we're still there. Usually, when there are other people with the physical bodies, whatever they want the bodies to do, they will do. That's why this kind of Dark magic is dangerous. It's easy for the person who mind-travelled to become possessed."

Hermione nodded. "What are we doing here, Draco?"

"Saying goodbye to each other." There. I told the truth. It hung silently in the air.

Hermione widened her eyes. "Why?"

I took a deep breath. "I was wrong to love you. I was wrong to start this relationship. I was wrong to think that I deserved you. I'm here to fix this. I have to stop this so you won't get hurt anymore."

Hermione stood up. This time, I didn't try to stop her.

"What are you planning to do?" she asked fearfully.

I held out my wand for her to see. I saw understanding flit across her eyes. "You're going to take my memories of you."

I nodded. She continued, "My memories of all the times we were together… some of the best experiences of my life?"

I didn't bother to nod; she already knew the answer.