This is an alternate ending that I came up with :) Enjoy.

The next morning, Hermione was sitting in the Great Hall by herself, and Ginny came and sat down next to her.

"Hi," Ginny said quietly.

"Hello," Hermione replied.

"You know, he really loves you."

Hermione looked over at her and sighed. She didn't want to talk to Ginny about it, but Ginny seemed to be the only person who cared.

"Ginny, why does he love me? After everything I did to him?"

Ginny sighed and then looked Hermione in the eye and said with a sharp tone, "Hermione, when are you going to realize that he doesn't care about the past? That he wants to move on? Hermione, Harry has had a rough life, and all he wants is to move on with the girl he loves."

"I…"

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself! Other girls would love to be with him, and he knows it. I told him. But he made it clear, you're the one he wants. End. Of. Story."

Hermione sat there, dumbfounded by the way Ginny put it so plainly.

"I have to talk to him!" Hermione got up and went to find Harry. He was just coming out of the Portrait Hole when she found him.

"Harry!"

"Hermione, what's wrong?" He looked concerned. "Did Malfoy do something to you?"

"No, Harry, I know now, " She was trying to catch her breath, "I know that you love me. I know that it doesn't matter. I am so sorry. I want to be with you and for us to be happy. Please, Harry, don't fight him. Please?"

Hermione latched onto Harry with all of her might. She was so scared, and he was all that was going to calm her down. Harry hesitated then held her back, he knew that she finally realized all he had wanted. However, it was too late. The only way he could be with her is if Malfoy knew he had won.

"Hermione I have too."

"No, please."

"Hermione, if you cannot understand why I must fight him, then we will never be able to work."

"Fine, fine… Harry please, just be careful."

All week long, Harry was determined not to let Malfoy get the best of him. He was finally happy that Hermione realized that he was just happy being with him. They were spending more time together, and she was working with Harry on his aim, and the spells he could use.

(Night of the Duel)

Harry marched his way to the dungeons for the Duel Club meeting. Hermione said she was going to meet him there. He was edge from the sleepless nights that he had been having. Last night was the worst he had had in a long time.

In the dream, he had walked into a room where there was a bed. On the bed was Hermione and Malfoy, and he was watching Malfoy stick his tongue down her throat and stroke her body all over, while Hermione was riding him.

She was moaning and whispering loudly to Draco, about how much of a better lover he was than Harry. She then began to mock Harry, and how he was not as experienced as Hermione. Harry tried to get her to stop and let her know that he was there, but every time he tried, she only made fun of him more.

Harry awoke that night in a cold sweat and felt as if he had been crying. He felt his face and couldn't tell the sweat from the tears. That was the night that he decided that he was going to finish this with Malfoy, so that he could move on, and be with Hermione in peace.

Malfoy was waiting on the dueling platform. The Professor who normally watched them, was not there today. Harry got up on the platform and they stood facing each other and then walked away, and took the four steps and got in their dueling stance. On the count of three, they both set off a spell. Harry's spell just barely missed Malfoy, but Malfoy's would have been dead on. Harry threw up the Shield Charm that Hermione had taught him that morning. The curse back fired and hit Malfoy.

It threw him to the end of the platform, and he turned a pale shade of green and he look as if he was going to be sick. Professor Flitwick came in and gave Malfoy detention, and threatened to have him expelled.

"You know you're not allowed to use advanced magic against another student," he squeaked as he led him away.

Hermione jumped up on the platform and ran over to Harry and hugged him tight. They would never think back on this again. Harry was the true champion of her heart, and she was no longer willing to be unfaithful to her true love.

The End