A/N: Hi again! So I received a request for this song, and was inspired for a Dramione! This is the official last chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I still own absolutely nothing. Blah.

Love Story

Hermione stood on the Hogwarts Express waiting for the other prefects to arrive. Waiting for one in particular.

We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes
And the flashback starts

He moved gracefully into the prefect compartment, but without the usual vibe of owning everything around him. Instead he was silent, and withdrawn, he did not even bother to insult me, the usual precaution to cover up our relationship. And Hermione remembered the first time she laid eyes on him. It was on her first ride to Hogwarts, she had been helping Neville find Trevor when she glimpsed him from afar. He was gorgeous at first sight, and intoxicating once you looked deeper.

Harry's rivalry with him caused her to hide her feelings naturally, but she could not shut them out, though she had tried. Their friendship was strained at first. Draco could not forgive himself for enjoying the company of a Mudblood (as he so crudely put it), and Hermione felt guilty for betraying the loyalty of her first two real friends. But they ignored those issues, and continued to meet in secret.

"I think calling me a Mudblood over did it," Hermione said casually one day. They were sitting in a deserted corridor, next to a secret passage, incase the need for a quick escape arised.

"You insulted my Quidditch skills," Draco replied tartly, as if that explained everything. Of course boys only thought about Quidditch!

"Still, people could think we are covering up something, you were a bit obvious about it," Hermione stated simply.

"What could we possibly be covering up?" Draco asked smirking. "We hate each other." He then grabbed his bag and strolled away casually, but turned around last minute and added, "Same time next week?" Hermione nodded, but said nothing. Amused, as she always was, by his theatrics and attempts at dramatic exits.

See the lights
See the party, the ball gowns
I see you make your way through the crowd
And say hello, little did I know

That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles
And your daddy said stay away from Juliet

And I was crying on the staircase

Begging you please don't go, and I said

Hermione focused her eyes directly ahead of her, and forced herself not to look at him. He had asked Pansy Parkinson to the ball, not that Hermione was jealous, no her efforts this evening were solely focused on making him jealous. It was petty and immature, but he had completely ignored all her hints that she wanted to go with him. And then he told her unashamed that he could never be seen in public with her.

She saw him walk by from the corner of her eye. He stopped for a moment, speechless apparently, but kept walking without comment. Hermione smiled to herself, he could not even come up with a good insult, or he would have said it. Her triumph lasted all night, and she so happy that it did not even bother her that Viktor could not say her name properly. He was the perfect gentlemen, always polite, and kept up a stream of pleasant conversation, and Hermione knew as long as she kept smiling and laughing Draco would keep watching.

"Your fraternizing with the enemy," Ron had said to her vehemently. He was intent on fighting with her that evening. She didn't even process half of the things he had said, she just stormed away unable to stop the tears from falling. He was so naïve, what type of friend would not notice that she did not have feelings beyond friendship with Viktor.

Her tears streamed down her face, her makeup must be ruined, she thought spontaneously. All that effort wasted. She banged into someone, but kept walking, not even bothering to apologize.

"Hermione?" the voice was familiar, and her heart leapt when he said her name. She stopped dead in her tracks. This was going to ruin all of her plans.

"What?" She asked, unable to keep the anger out of her voice.

"I guess you didn't have a good time with Viktor," he spat out the name as Ron had done, sparking her temper again.

"At least he had the courage to ask me," Hermione snapped back, "He noticed I was a girl and wasn't ashamed to be seen with me in public." She said, throwing both his and Ron's words back at him. He didn't answer, or even attempt to address the problems she threw at him. He just grabbed her by the wrist, none too gently, and pulled her towards him, pressing his lips to hers. Hermione's mind reeled, and his touch gentled and he pulled her into a warm embrace, still not removing his lips from hers.

Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say yes

"I'm sorry," he murmured to her quietly. "But you know me father, no one can ever no about us." He walked away leaving Hermione in the empty passageway. At that moment, Hermione did not care that they had to keep it a secret, because Draco had finally admitted there was something between them, that there was an "us."

So I sneak out to the garden to see you
We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew
So close your eyes
Escape this town for a little while

Hermione's sixth year was fast approaching, and she had still not gotten over the fact that Draco's father had tried to kill them at the ministry. He knew what was going on, she could tell. Twice he had looked at her with this cold glare, but he had never tried to hurt her specifically. She was curious about this, but she wouldn't talk to Draco about this. His father was a forbidden topic ever since he was sent to Azkaban.

She sat in her bedroom, it was almost midnight, and her parents were already asleep. She grabbed her wand, and re-read his letter cautiously, debating taking his advice. She decided that it was for her own safety, and hesitantly pocketed the diamond encrusted dagger he had sent as an early birthday gift. She had been surprised and amused by his gift, "Only a Malfoy would buy a jeweled dagger," she thought at first, then her panic kicked in, "Why on Earth would he send me a dagger as an early birthday present?"

She snuck out of her house unnoticed, and made her way to the park near her house. She kept both hands in her pockets; one clutching her wand, and the other hesitantly wrapped around the dagger. Hermione reached the park in record time, but he was already there, sitting on the swings with a dark expression on his face. Hermione knew something terrible must have happened for him to request they meet during the summer, especially now that everyone knew Voldemort had returned.

Draco looked up as Hermione approached, and for the first time that summer, a true smile lit his features. Hermione exhaled a sigh of relief. She sat on the swing next to him without comment, knowing that he would talk when he was ready.

"You should be asking me a personal question to make sure a Death Eater is not impersonating me," Draco said dryly. Hermione laughed under her breath.

"Please," she scoffed, "Your Dad already knows about this," she tried to bite her tongue, but the words came out, so she continued, "I wouldn't be surprised if Harry and Ron found out soon, and in that case, it might be better if I were dating a Death Eater, they might be more forgiving of that," she had meant it as a joke, but Draco remained silent.

"Funny you should say that," his voice was quiet and…scared. Hermione looked at him curiously, and he pulled up his left sleeve revealing his new mark. His skin was still red from where it had been burned into his skin. Hermione gasped pulling her wand on him immediately.

"Who are you?" She said, her voice was filled with terror, and she was backing away slowly. Draco raised his arms showing her that he was unarmed.

"Hermione, I'm still me, I," He didn't know how to finish, to tell her what he had been forced into. His summer had been hell. He forced himself to seem eager to prove himself, and able to complete the task he had been given, even though he knew it was really a death sentence – punishment for his father's mistakes.

"My name is Draco Lucius Malfoy," He stated quickly, trying to convince her, "We have been friends in secret since first year, and we have been secretly dating since fourth year after the Yule Ball where we had our first kiss." He stopped waiting for her to lower her wand, when she did, she moved back to the swing her expression still horrified, and her hand still gripping her wand tightly.

"You're a…" she said at last, unable to say the word aloud.

'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter
And your daddy said stay away from Juliet
But you were everything to me
I was begging you please don't go and I said

"I didn't have a choice," he said quickly, trying to redeem himself in her eyes. "He is forcing me to take my father's place, he'll kill me if I don't." Her eyes softened, and he didn't dare tell her about his mission. If he was careful, they might still manage to make it through this.

"I know this means we can't be together anymore," he phrased it carefully, watching her reaction. Her eyes teared, and his heart ached, praying that she would accept him, even as a marked man. "It's too dangerous, and my father forbid it. You're right he did know, and I don't want to put you at risk."

"No," she said, "You can't do this to me. We got through everything together. When I was petrified, and Viktor Krum, and the ministry, and…No I'm not giving up on this Draco. I went behind Harry and Ron's backs to be with you because this was worth it, and it still is." She was sobbing now, and he moved to kneel in front of her.

"Ok, then we'll work it out," Draco was secretly relieved. He could not get through this without her, but worry began to blossom. Both their lives were at risk, and

he could not let anything happen to her.

Romeo save me, they try to tell me how to feel
This love is difficult, but it's real
Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess
It's a love story baby just say yes

Hermione watched him through the entire prefect meeting. He looked tired, whatever Voldemort had him doing was taking a toll already. She bit her lip nervously, Harry had already guessed the truth, but she was doing all she could to sway his interference. She knew Draco wasn't a real threat, and covering his tracks was imperative to keeping their secret.

The year passed like this. Hermione was always watching him, but they barely spoke any more. He was always busy, and barely keeping up with school. She only reluctantly agreed to begin helping him with his homework. But apart from that she was forced to watch from a far, and began to worry that he really could be a threat.

"I'm going to tell Dumbledore," Harry said one night, about his suspicions of Draco and Snape. Hermione had already known he was a Death Eater, but now her main concerns was that he was going to do something dangerous. If Snape was offering to help the task he had been given must be serious. Draco refused to tell her anything, so she was left in the dark and it made her paranoid.

"I'm so sorry Hermione, I swear I had no choice," he pleaded with her. Draco had come to her house again that summer. He had disappeared after Dumbledore's murder, and left Hermione broken-hearted.

I got tired of waiting
Wondering if you were ever coming around
My faith in you is fading
When I met you on the outskirts of town

"I'm done with you Draco," Hermione said, holding back her tears. "I thought we could make this work. But you almost killed someone, and I can't be with a murderer." This was almost an outright lie, as part of the reason she was pushing him away was because she had to help Harry find the Horcruxes so he could kill Voldemort. But deep down Hermione knew it couldn't work between them anymore.

"We were stupid to think we could make this work Draco," she said softly. "It was one thing when we were just mere opposites, the Gryffindor Mudblood and the Slytherin Pureblood. But now it is so much bigger than that, we are on opposing sides of a war." She began to walk away.

"I love you," he called after her. His voice was hoarse, and Hermione knew that he too was crying as she walked away.

Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone
I keep waiting for you but you never come

Battle raged throughout the grounds of Hogwarts. It had once been Hermione's home and sanctuary, but now it crumpled, half-burned, and bloodstained. Someone shrieked her name, but it was a hate-filled malicious sound. She turned to the person with her wand ready. Bellatrix Lestrange looked gleeful at the terror around her, but her eyes quickly focused on her prey.

"The Mudblood bitch thought she actually had a chance with Pureblood royalty," she mocked heartlessly, and Hermione knew the secret was out. Bellatrix was cackling and sending curses at Hermione as she continued to mock her. Her retorts became more vicious as Hermione continually blocked the curses and sent in a few of her own. At long last Bellatrix's curse hit Hermione square in the chest. The pain was unbearable and she screamed outloud, but the pain was cut short.

She looked up and saw Draco, his face was contorted with rage as be dueled his aunt. But she was no match for him, and uncharacteristically fled, to find a weaker target.

"Hermione, are you okay?" He asked, rushing to her side. Concern immediately replaced the rage that wrecked havoc on his features.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, as he adjusted himself onto one knee.

"I'm asking you to marry me," he replied. Hermione couldn't say no even if she had wanted to. He looked so torn, and she knew that he loved her as much as she loved him, and that the past year had almost killed them both. She threw herself into his arms almost knocking him over, and kissing him passionately. And that was the answer he had been hoping for.

Is this in my head? I don't know what to think
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring

And said, marry me Juliet
You'll never have to be alone
I love you and that's all I really know
I talked to my dad, go pick out a white dress
It's a love story baby just say yes

THE END!
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