And here it is the exciting conclusion (over dramatization of course, please correct me if I'm wrong though, wink, wink, nudge, nudge) of Two Sides. Please enjoy.

Chapter Three: And Ending that starts the Beginning

Hermione walked down the hall briskly. She couldn't believe it. No it WASN'T true. It couldn't be true. Was it? She scowled deeply trying to dodge traffic, and hide from everyone. She needed to think and being around people didn't help. She couldn't believe the poem! Could she? No of course not. What was she thinking? So he had become a lot more subdued and sweet, and caring and considerate and... IT DID NOT MEAN he could fall in love with a person like her, a freckly, messy haired, know-it-all Gryffindor! No way! Unless he... really did like her.

Hermione stopped trying to catch her breath, thinking about that last thought.

Could it really be possible? Could this year, this year of wanting and fawning over him be reciprocated. Could it really?

Taking a deep breath she looked around the empty hall.

'What am I doing?' She thought. 'If it is true, why am I not talking to him?' She bit her lip gently. The truth was she was afraid. If it was true, than what would happen? Would they go out, get married and have children? But wait... What if it wasn't true? That would be even worse. He could just be playing around with her, trying to coax her into a false relationship and then dump her soundly, leaving her to cry her heart out while he laughed behind her back. She shook her head. Hermione began to walk again making her way to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She knew she wouldn't have a problem being all alone there.

"Hermione!" She heard all of a sudden. Desperate to be alone and not caring who it was she ran. She ran fast, trying to get away from her troubles. It wasn't worth having someone asking her questions. It wasn't worth being embarrassed. She made it into the bathroom, and hearing the door open just seconds later she ran into a stall, locking it up. She heard soft footsteps all the way to her stall, and she held her breath. There was a gentle knock on it and Hermione looked down seeing expensive wizard wear shoes.

'It can't be.' She thought.

"Hermione?" The sound of his voice shook her to the core and she took a deep unwilling breath, before realizing she did, and clapping a hand over her mouth. She saw him come closer, and she heard his hand touch the stall. "Hermione, talk to me. Please?" She bit her lip and shook her head not caring he couldn't see it.

"There's nothing to talk about Malfoy, so go away." She heard him take a deep breath and then heard his angry voice.

"Don't lie Granger it doesn't suit you. You know for a fact we have something to talk about and that's why you're denying it." Hermione closed her eyes, refusing to say anything despite she knew it was the truth. She heard him sigh again. "Look we do need to talk and if you ignore me like this then nothing will come of me writing that poem for you. So please, please come out?" Hermione looked up at the ceiling and slowly stood up, her shoes clicking softly on the tiles. She came closer to the door and slowly unlocked it, pushing it open tentatively. She came out to see him looking at her softly. She looked down at the ground and slowly spoke.

"You wrote that for me?" He smiled and came closer lifting her chin up, so he could look her in the face.

"Yeah." She smiled.

"Mine too, for you I mean." He nodded and pulled her gently into his embrace. She took a deep breath, inhaling his expensive cologne. She closed her eyes and leaned into his arms, loosing herself in his warmth.

"Hermione I know it may seem too soon, but will you be my girlfriend?" She looked up at him a bright smile on her face.

"Of course." She answered back.

19 YEARS LATER

Hermione Granger, now known as Hermione Granger-Malfoy watched as her seventeen year old son get off the Hogwarts Express. It was Christmas vacation and his last year at Hogwarts. Hermione admitted that she was a little sad that he was all grown up. She watched his platinum blonde hair bounce through the cloud. He was easily the most handsome boy in the crowd. (Of course though, she was biased) He came up to her and she grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. He was easily taller than her by two inches yet he hadn't reached his father's height of 6".

"Mom!" He complained, but she didn't heed his whining. She cuddled him for another moment and then let him go. Immediately he pulled some two feet distance between them and smoothed out his hair. She giggled. He scowled and she smiled at him.

"How's my boy?" She asked. He thrust his hands in his pants and looked down at the ground.

"Fine." He said. She frowned and came closer.

"Michael, is everything alright?" She asked, worry tingeing her words. He nodded and he turned his head glancing out to the crowd. He seemed to watch one person in the crowd and Hermione was surprised to see it landed on a brightly dressed girl with curly, bouncing liquid gold hair. When he turned back to her, she gave him a secret smile and nudged his stomach. "Do you like that girl?" Usually, like his father Michael wasn't easily embarrassed but he flushed bright red. Hermione giggled in the evil way only mothers could, when they found out their child had a crush. "So you do?"

"Mom!" He complained again. She laughed, but it was stolen as she felt someone wrap their arms around her waist. Immediately the smell of expensive cologne and pure male smoothed over her senses and she leaned back in Draco's arms.

"What are you doing to our son, to have him looking so red?" He asked his voice smooth and velvety. As always when around him, Hermione melted and began speaking in the soft, bossy tone he seemed to love so much.

"Michael has a crush." She said ignoring the huff of anger that came from their son. Draco looked up at his son and smiled.

"Really? I thought no girl in Hogwarts caught your fancy?" Michael flushed again and glared down at the ground.

"I don't like her father. Mother was just assuming." Draco raised his eyebrow at his son.

"Do you pick on her?" He asked. Confused but use to answering all of his father's questions (apparently he got that from his mother) he spoke.

"Yes."

"Do you hate all her guy friends and boyfriends?"

"Yes."

"Do you secretly wonder what she looks like naked?"

"Father! Draco!" Spoke Hermione and Michael at the same time, respectfully their own titles to the man that had just asked such a question.

"What kind of question is that to ask your son?" Scolded Hermione, pinching her husband's arm.

"Merely curious darling." Is what he answered, looking down at Hermione in his arms. He looked back up at Michael.

"Do you?"

"Draco!" Scolded Hermione again.

"Yes." Said Michael. Hermione and Draco stared at Michael.

"Once again son, I say you get that stubborn honesty from your mother." Hermione scowled and pinched him harder. He looked down at her. "Only kidding darling." He looked up at Michael. "That hurt by the way." He murmured, she merely humphed. Michael looked down at his parents' display of love and affection. It was like they were in their own little world. Sometimes... it got really annoying.

"So what year is she?" Asked Hermione.

"She's a seventh year, Gryffindor." Hermione nodded, that was one thing she wished he would have gotten from her. He had been sorted into Slytherin. Draco was proud of course but it was harder because he still remembered how he had been treated by the rest of the houses.

"How much do you like her?" Draco asked.

"I... don't... know." Said Michael slowly, seeming to weigh his words carefully. (A trait more common in Hermione) Draco smirked at his son. The way he was acting reminding him of what he had felt towards Hermione. Suddenly Michael looked up at him, he looked reluctant to talk.

"What is it son?" Draco finally prodded. Michael paused a moment before speaking.

"Dad, how did... How did you get mom to be with you?" Draco's smirk turned euphoric and he looked over at his wife, his Hermione, his one true love. She returned his smile with a shy giddy look that, unbeknownst to her, drove him crazy.

"Well son it all started with a poem. A poem called Two Sides."

Authoress Corner:

And that's the conclusion to Two Sides. I hope you liked it and I hope you don't think it was rushed. I think it feels like it runs smoothly together but I'm not exactly sure. Please review and tell me what you think?

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