A/N: I give up on begging for reviews. And, I know, it was terrible for me to leave you guys there, with Hermione walking out on Draco, but I have finished chapter 7, and you have reviewed, so here it is. I love you! It's the end, of this story, I might do a sequel eventually, because this was super short, but it was literally my first finished story.
"Hermione! Wait!" Draco called after her, jumping from his seat, and running after her. She had already left. He knew that he should just wait for her to come back, and so he did.
Weeks passed, and Muggle Month was over. Hermione's nightmares started again, as she wasn't even speaking to Draco anymore. She was in a state of constant depression, and rarely raised her hand in class. On the trip to Hawaii, she just stayed in her room at the hotel, the whole time. She stayed in her room alone, all the time, at Hogwarts, too. Her grades were slipping, though, and Professor Dumbledore wanted to speak with her about it, like the many times he had spoken to Draco, just listening, and trying to provide advice for the blond boy.
Draco was heartbroken. He didn't talk unless to Dumbledore, searching for advice, or to receive the threats that Harry Potter delivered to him. It was his fault that Hermione was acting so depressed all of a sudden. He had never felt so guilty in his life.
"Miss Granger, your grades have been slipping. I recall that you had a row with Mister Malfoy, but you really need to pull your grades up by the end of this month, or your Head Girl status will be revoked. Also, Miss Granger, please hear Mister Malfoy out. He just needs a chance." Dumbledore said, not leaving time for her to answer, or react.
"Yes, Sir." she said, looking down, in a... Monotonous tone.
"Good. Now, go get to some homework." Dumbledore said, more like a parent than a Headmaster.
Later, in the Head Dorms, Hermione walked in, planning on talking to Malfoy. She was still angry at him, and probably would never not be, she felt. He sauntered into the door, a spring in his step, yet a hollowness in his eyes that only worsened when he saw her on the couch, doing homework with a furious passion.
"Hello, Mal- err, Draco." She said, nervous, not looking up from her work.
"Hermione." He greeted, an emptiness in his voice, not even an attempt to hide it.
"I... I shouldn't have run out on you, Draco, and I'm sorry. It just... It touched a nerve." she said, then pulled up her left sleeve, showing the inside of her arm, with the word, that word, forever carved into it.
"No, it's perfectly reasonable, Hermione. I've missed you, and it's hurt." he said, tears in his eyes.
"I know. It's been killing me, but I want to go slower, this time. I want to start as friends, and if we can't keep our hands off each other, we'll just go there." She joked, tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips.
"Thank you for giving me a second chance, Hermione. I missed you. A whole hell of a lot. And really, this is my third chance. You are still on number one." a tear fell, one onto Draco's cheek, one onto Hermione's. He did something unexpected. He hopped to his feet, pulled her up, and before she could object, pulled her into a bone-crushing hug, which she returned.
"I love you, you Slytherin." She murmured into his chest.
"And I, you, you Griffindor." he returned. "Do you want to read? I have some books, and we should just sit together, cuddle, and read, maybe drinking some coffee?"
"I'd love to, Draco. I like being with you." she said, then sat down on the couch, patting the space next to her.
He snapped his fingers, and Dobby appeared. "Dobby, will you get two cups of coffee, both with three creamers, and three creamers?"
"Sure thing, Draco! I'd be happy to!" Dobby said, and Hermione noted that he'd called Draco, Draco, and that his English had improved greatly.
"Thanks, Dobby." Draco said, smiling.
After Dobby had returned seconds later with their coffee, Hermione once again patted the space beside her, then added, "Sit with me?" as he had already grabbed the books. They read and sipped coffee in silence, for a while, until Draco spoke up.
"Hey, Hermione. Look at this quote I found." he said, then pointed to a part in his book, where it simply said, "Marry me?" and held up a beautiful ring, with a hopeful look in his eyes. "Marry me?" he asked, reading aloud.
"Oh, Draco! Yes, yes, yes, a million times, yes!" She said, then pushed the books to the floor, climbing up on his lap, kissing him senseless.
The End.