Guess who's back, back, back. Back again! Yeah, I'm back! Holy flipping crap. I haven't updated this story since October! I am so sorry! I'm pretty sure most of you guys would know the deal with parents, school, grades, blah, blah, blah. And I kinda forgot about how long it's been since I last updated. I had this finished on Friday but something was wrong adn they wouldn't let me upload it. Then last night they were doing upgrades or whatnot. But it's finally here! Also, this is the last chapter! More about that on the AN at the bottom. On to the story!
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Draco moved his head down a fraction of an inch while Hermione stared up into his eyes and gulped. Draco saw that Hermione was in no way going to move in, he did. Slowly he bent his head down further. Hermione moved her head to the other side and stepped back.
"Um... Thanks for dinner. Good night, Draco," Hermione gave a small smile with her eyes downcast. She turned around and stepped into her room and shut it quietly behind her. She leaned back on her door and closed her eyes. She stood there motionless for a few moments telling herself that she had done the right thing. Since there was no way she could convince herself of that, she sighed and went into her bathroom.
After getting ready for bed, Hermione stood in front of the mirror, hands on the counter, staring at the person staring back at her. She looked so much different from the way she'd looked when she was getting ready for her 'date' just hours before.
Her eyes were sad and close to tears. Her face was crumpled and gloomy. She just looked plain miserable. Not only that, she felt incredibly miserable, too. She shook her head and turned away from her reflection. Getting under the covers of her bed, she stared up at her ceiling.
"It was the right thing to do. It was the right thing to do," she muttered under her breath.
She knew it was the right thing, she just had to make herself believe it. She had to make herself see through the lies she was feeling for Draco and feel the truth. The truth that she couldn't fall for him. Bad thing was... She already did. Tonight she turned herself away because she couldn't fall any deeper than she already had. It was bad enough as it was.
She would have to go back to Grimmauld Place in just a little over a month and it would just make everything complicated. Just because Harry, the Weasleys' and everyone else back at home somewhat accepted Draco into the Order it didn't exactly mean that the past seven years had been forgotten. It was pretty much a mere tolerance. With just a tiny bit of gratefulness for the information he had shared with them. Information that helped the defeat of Voldemort come much more quickly and made it just a bit easier.
Still though, Hermione doubted that they would be giddy when she suddenly came back with a boyfriend. A boyfriend with the name of Draco Malfoy.
In fact, if she knew them at all she could bet that Fred and George were probably taking people's bets on how bad Malfoy had gotten beaten up over the course of the summer. Ron, would probably say that Hermione wouldn't be walking through the door with a badly injured Draco slumping behind, she'd come through dragging the dead body of him. While Harry, the twins, and Ginny would be laughing and possibly even Mr. Weasley and rest of the adults, except Mrs. Weasley who would probably be yelling at them to behave but secretly agreeing with the rest. Even someone as motherly and caring as Mrs. Weasley couldn't just toss the trouble the Malfoy's had given her family through the years out the window.
Hermione repositioned herself on the bed so she was lying on her side, facing her balcony, the beach, and the dark sky filled with twinkling stars. A small smile appeared on her lips as she thought about all her friends back home. She never really had the time to miss them considering the crazy thoughts that have been running through her mind since she got here, have taken up all her time.
A loud sigh escaped her as Draco crept back into the confines of her no-longer-sane-mind. She clenched her eyes shut and blew out a noisy breath. She was never going to fall asleep. The thought of the day to come wasn't making her feel all that much better, either.
"I'm making too big of a deal with this. So, I didn't let him kiss me. So what? It's not like we're actually a... couple," she whispered to herself, the last word tasting weird in her mouth.
Nor will you ever be a couple if you don't get your act together, her inner voice hissed.
Get my act together? I'm finally getting my act together. That's the reason I didn't kiss him tonight.
Could you please stop thinking about what it is your supposed to do, what the right thing is, and what other people would think. Think about what you want, the voice replied taking a sympathetic yet annoyed tone and making extra emphasis on the 'you want' part. Oh geez, forgive me for being all cliche-y here but forget about everything and listen to what your heart wants. You've listened to your brain all your life. The only other time that a guy has ever seemed interested in you was in your fourth year with Viktor Krum but you never felt anything with him, so I stayed out of it. Then again there's also that Ronald Weasley but... well... I don't think we really need an explanation on why he's just... not Mr. Right. Too many to name, The voice continued taking a bit of a humorous tone to her voice towards the last few sentences.
Ron? What are you talking about? He's never liked me...
Oh, dear Merlin! Brightest witch not exactly the brightest girl in general. That boy has only liked you since about your first year. And only about more than half of the Hogwart's population had noticed that. I assume even most professors did. Not to worry about that though, were way past him. Were onto Mr. Sexy here, as you called him earlier, if I remember correctly.
Hermione didn't know if it were her mere imagination or if the voice were wiggling its eyebrows at her. She did know however that hearing a voice in her head and wondering whether it had eyebrows or not was just a plain, clear sign of insanity. She shook that thought out of her head and thought back to what the voice had said to her. She was already far too deep into insanity as it was, a bit more couldn't really make matters worse.
I so did not call him Mr. Sexy, she thought haughtily as a blush crawled its way onto her cheeks. Either way, it's not all that easy to ignore my brain since you never exactly shut up.
The voice 'huffed'. (As much as a voice in your head could huff, anyway.) The only reason I'm in your head and 'insistently bother you' as you so think, is to help put you in the right path. Again, I apologize for the cheesy movie line, but it's the truth. Think about it Hermione. When did I show up in your head? I haven't been here all you life. The only voice you had was your own and your conscience, which is me in case you didn't know, every once in a while. So I guess in a way I have been here your whole life but what I mean is that I haven't always spoken to you. When was it that I came and started speaking to you and 'bother' you?
Hermione took a few moments to think back through the last few years. As far as she could remember it was true, the voice hadn't always been with her. She thought back to the last few months and vaguely remembered that the first time the voice had made its appearance was--what do you know!-- just a while after she'd arrived.
Okay, so you may have a point there, she thought grumpily knowing her stupid voice was right.
May I just have the moment to say I told you so? Now, Hermione you've listened to me before, Why won't you listen to me now? Despite my annoyingness, which I know I tend to be incredibly irritating at times, you know I'm only telling you what's best for you.
Hermione sighed, she knew that the voice was right... again. You know, I'd rather have you go back to your bothersome ranting than have you being all... smart.
Don't worry, too much. I'll go back to that sooner or later. For now though, you need to tell him. Tell him how you truly and honestly feel.
I... I can't. I... I just can't. It's complicated.
Explain.
You never give up do you?
Just like you. I am you, Hermione. A different part of your mind but you nonetheless.
Honest truth?
Always.
I'm scared. Scared of so many different things... I'm scared of what'll happen if I do this. What Harry, the Weasleys', and the rest of the Order would think. I never cared about what others thought of me before but this... Everyone in the Order. They're my family. The only family I have left. They've been there for me through everything, including my parents' deaths. I'm scared that if I let this happen they'll no longer accept me. I know they've mostly accepted Draco but... I also know that even though he's one of us now the past years have not been forgotten. I'm scared that... If I let Draco completely in that it'll give him a chance to hurt me. How the hell am I supposed to know if he really likes me the way I seem to like him? I mean I guess I can see now that he does like me but how much and for how long? I'm scared that if this happens and everything turns out okay then one way or another sooner or later it'll be taken away from me. Sure You-Know-Who is dead, I saw it with my own eyes, but how are we so sure that he can't find a way to come back again, like the last time?
Hermione then realized that she was crying and had said all of this aloud in a soft whisper. She sniffled and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
Oh, Hermione! I honestly don't know what to say. Firstly, I'm most certain that you do not need to worry about everyone's reactions. They're your friends, your family, they love you and care about you for who you are not who you're dating. Sure, they may be surprised at first but they'll come around once they know that you're truly happy. Secondly, he does care about you and like you just the same as you like him. I mean your second day here and he was already flirting with you let alone kissed you. Since then he's kissed you a few more times and tonight he wanted to kiss you and it wasn't because you were about to kill him like the other times. Now lastly, it's done with, he's over. He's gone, he's dead. He's not coming back. And If --Merlin forbid-- something did happen at least you'll have Draco there to help you get through it. Hermione, I'm in your head, not his, so I can't honestly promise with complete certainty that Draco won't hurt you but you must at least give it a try. For crying out loud, you're seventeen and you've never even so much as a kiss!
Hey! I've kissed Viktor before!
But did you feel anything? Upon Hermione's silence the voice continued. No, you didn't but you felt something with Draco the first he kissed you. May I remind you that that happened on your second day here, too? When you weren't even considering this at all.
Hermione sighed. All of this was true. Her heart had made its final decision long ago, though, it was only now that her mind finally made its own decision. She was going to do this. She was going to give in to her heart's desire. She sighed a heavy sigh as a big weight was lifted off her chest. She needed to talk to Draco. She got up and was about to walk out when she caught sight of the time it was just past three in the morning, she'd been in her room for nearly four hours, just thinking. No wonder she felt a headache creeping its way through her mind. Draco would be asleep by now, so she decided to talk to him in the morning. Even though she was absolutely exhausted she knew there was no way she could fall asleep; she was wide awake, anxious for the talk that she was forbidding herself to chicken out of, that would take place in a few long hours. She needed something to occupy herself because just sitting here she was bound to think more and she was fairly certain that her brain would blow up, covering the entire room in brain goo.
"Ugh!" she groaned as she shook the mental image away. Not wanting to test her theory, she decided she'd go to the library. Opening her door slightly, she peeked out and made sure Draco wasn't out there. Quickly and as quietly as she could she made her way down to the library.
Hermione took a deep breath as the library door shut quietly behind her. Oh, how comforting it was to be back on familiar ground. She breathed in the scent of books; a scent she hadn't been in the presence of for far too long. It had been over a month since she last read a book. A record for her. She walked around the library, which was a whole lot bigger than she had noticed the first few times she'd been in here, running her hands through the shelves and shelves of books. A loud, deep sigh escaped her lips in content. As she walked around she picked up a few books that looked interesting to her. Hermione sat down on the couch once she had enough books. She picked up the first book in her small pile and started reading, not even bothering to read the title.
A few hours later, the door to the library opened and Draco stepped in. His eyes roamed the room before him and his eyes caught sight of the sleeping form of Hermione. She was curled up on the couch with a book in her hands which was slowly slipping from her grasp. Draco stared at her for a moment, forbidding himself to think of anything about her, and before he knew it he was standing in front of her, his hands taking a mind of their own, grabbed the blanket that lay on the back of the couch and draped it lightly over her body. He stepped back and walked out of the library.
Another few hours later, Hermione jumped up from her slumber due to a thump. She looked around and her eyes fell on the book that now lay upside down on the floor. She glared at it as if it had just insulted her. Sighing, she picked it up and placed it back atop the small pile of books next to the couch. She rubbed her eyes and rolled her head around to get rid of the stiffness in it. It was then that she noticed the blanket that had fallen on her lap when she jumped up. "Huh," she muttered sleepily. Briefly wondering of who had put it on her she decided to shrug it off. It was probably just the house elves. She sat still for a bit willing her sleepiness to blast into oblivion, only to fail miserably as her head slowly drooped down. A small gasp escaped her as her eyes flew open and she nearly jumped out of her skin when a loud 'ding dong' pierced the silence. It was the doorbell, she knew, but who was it? Who could possibly be here to visit them? Anyone that she knew that would even think about visiting them were banned to come here by Dumbledore, to make sure that Draco and Hermione had the whole summer to themselves and whatnot.
Slowly, she went over to the door and stepped out. On her way to see who it was she remembered that she had just woken up and most likely looked like a mess, not mention she probably had morning breath. She ran upstairs and into her room to get ready for the day. A half hour later she was making her way back down again.
As she got closer to the front hall she looked around to see any signs of life. Then she heard voices coming from the living room. The first thing she saw was Draco perched on the arm chair in the corner of the room, lazily. Scanning the room as she stepped into it she saw that no one else was there. Her eyebrows scrunched up in a confusion. Currently forgetting about the events of last night she said, "I heard voices. Is someone here?"
Draco continued to look at the wall, which seemed to be completely and utterly interesting to him, the only sign to show that he had heard Hermione was when his eyes narrowed slightly. "Hearing voices usually suggests insanity, Granger," he said, his voice dripping with cold hatred. "But don't worry today'll be your lucky day."
Hermione blinked as the events of the night before rushed back to her. She thought of the ways that he would react to the conversation that she'd ran over and over in her head but she didn't think of his reaction to what happened last night. Her reply was cutoff however when someone exclaimed her name from behind her. She whipped around and her eyes widened in surprise and excitement as her face broke into a big smile. "Harry!" She hurried over and threw her arms around him.
Harry stumbled back a bit but regained his balance as he hugged her back. "Hey, Mione. How've you been," he asked as Hermione released him from her death grip.
"I've been... Okay," she replied. Hermione peeked over Harry's shoulder when she saw a flash of red. "Ginny," she squealed as she ran over and attacked her other best friend. "Mione," Ginny squealed equally at the same time. In short, there were a lot of squealing in which the guys winced at.
"Oh, Merlin! Hermione, don't you ever, ever, ever leave me again! Stuck in a house full of guys and mum; not exactly my dream. It was like... like... It was chaos! I'll admit, it was pretty entertaining at times but complete chaos," Ginny stated. Hermione laughed, "Oh, I'm sorry, Ginny. I won't let you go through that on your own again," Hermione promised as she dragged her best friends over to the couch.
It went on like this for about the next half hour with Ginny sharing all the craziness that took place while Hermione was gone and Harry occasionally trying to defend himself. Ginny took a deep breath and blew out a big sigh as she finally took time to breath and Harry immediately took that chance to butt in. "So, Mione, how've you and Draco been doing?" He received a glare from the redhead and confirmed that he had indeed interrupted her but turned her attention to Hermione to hear her answer.
Hermione's good mood decreased a bit and she took a quick glance at Draco from the corner of her eye. He was still sitting in his chair in that same lazy manner he had been in but now with a bored look on his face but his eyes said otherwise as they glared balls of fire into the carpet. "Er, it's been... different," Hermione finally answered. Harry nodded and chuckled lightly as he said, "I would think so." He hadn't noticed the difference in Hermione's attitude. Ginny however did and she was now looking at Hermione with a look that said 'What's going on?' eyebrows raised and everything. Hermione pretended she didn't see and changed the topic before Ginny said anything. "So what're you guys doing here? I thought you weren't allowed to visit us."
"Oh, oh, oh! Can I tell her, Harry? I want to tell her! I'm going to tell her!" Ginny said, jumping up and down a bit, all curiosity from before, forgotten. For now at least. Hermione looked at Harry, then Ginny, then back again wondering what the heck was going on.
"Well, Mione, we have some good new for you," Harry said right before Ginny exclaimed, "You're free!" Hermione switched her gaze back to Ginny. "What?"
"You're free to go. You can come back to Grimmauld Place with us! Like, now!" Ginny exclaimed, looking at Hermione expectantly, waiting for her to be as excited as she was. Hermione's eyes flicked to Draco of their own accord. He was still exactly the same but Hermione could tell that he was now paying attention.
Draco's POV
"You're free!" I heard Ginny shriek, which brought me out of my thoughts and I instantly listened in to hear how Hermione would reply. I didn't want to care but I did. All last night, I'd thought of how I was going to go on acting around Hermione after what happened but then this huge surprise came and... it was just too unexpected. From all that's happened in my life I've known to expect the unexpected but this just completely shocked me. I shook my head and came back to reality. I could feel Hermione looking at me and I fought to keep still, look the way I had for the past hour and to keep my eyes trailed to the ground. I wanted to so badly see her face, her reaction to this but I couldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that I cared at all about what she did.
This was killing me, why wasn't she saying anything? Why was she still staring at me? Does she know that I care? Was I that obvious or what?!
"Uh, why? I mean I thought I had another few weeks here," she finally said.
Why did she care about the why? Shouldn't she have been jumping for joy by now? Then again, this was Hermione... She always needed to ask about fifty question, to know all the details and whatever.
"Yes... but Dumbledore said that he knew that you two had already gotten along and whatnot. He didn't really explain much so I don't know. You can talk to him when we get back. But... Well... Never mind," Ginny said. I could here the suspicion in her voice.
"But what, Ginny?" Hermione asked. Yeah, but what?
"It's just... Well, I expected you to be a whole lot more excited about this." Huh. Well, I guess I did, too. I mean, I didn't hear her squealing like a pig like she was earlier when she first saw them. Why wasn't she excited about this? Or was it that she was excited but she wanted to spare my feelings and pretend she was sad about leaving?
It's because she doesn't want to leave you.
I ignored the voice just like I had for the past few hours. It told me to kiss Hermione and I did. Well, I was going to but then she walked away. I wouldn't feel like crap right now if I hadn't listened to the stupid voice. So, I've decided never to listen to it again.
"Oh, I am excited, Gin. I am! I'm just curious as to why Dumbledore would've changed his mind."
"Who cares, Mione? I mean ignore the why and just be happy it's happening! I mean you can finally come back with us," Harry said. I guess, he too was disappointed at the way Hermione reacted to their 'great and fabulous' news.
"Yeah, you're right. So when do we leave?" I don't know if it was just me or was there something wrong with the way her voice sounded? It didn't sound cheerful. I could tell she was trying to make it sound happy but it didn't. Why was she faking it? Why would she need to fake it? Hermione, why the hell are you doing this to me?! You're going to drive me mad!
"We can leave as soon as you're ready." I didn't even bother to listen enough to find out who had said that. I was just bummed. I don't know what the hell I was expecting when Harry and Ginny had first told me that we could leave. I mean I knew that Hermione would've left. I knew that. I guess, there was still a part of me though that was hoping she wouldn't. Stupid hopes. Who was I kidding when I thought that she would actually stay here with me instead of going back to that huge ugly house full of her friends.
"All right, then! I'll go pack and I'll be back down in fifteen minutes," I heard her say. Now, I could hear a hint of excitement and happiness in her voice. Maybe, she just wanted to make sure that this wasn't some prank or something.
"I'm going to go pack, too." I was surprised when I realized that it was my mouth that'd come out of. No, I couldn't go now! She going the same way I was, sure it was only like a minutes walk but it was going to be torture. I just knew it. But I couldn't take it back now. I got up, reluctantly and left the room, walking as fast as I could without being too obvious. I could hear Hermione's soft footsteps behind me.
I was safe until I got to the stairs where I heard her softly call my name. I pretended not to hear and walked just a tad bit faster. She kept calling my name and I kept ignoring her. About ten more steps and I'd be to my room. "Draco!" I heard her growl just as a small hand grabbed me by my arm and turned me around. "I need to talk to you," she said as I looked anywhere but her. Oh, great this was going to be that talk that everyone gets when they get rejected. That whole speech where they're like 'it's not you, it's me' and crap. No. I, Draco Malfoy, was not going to get that talk from, Granger of all people. Nope, it wasn't going to happen.
I finally met her eyes with the coldest glare I could muster. I refused to let it go as I looked down at her big, brown eyes. "I need to pack," was all I said before I snatched my arm out of her grip and walked away.
Hermione's POV
I watched Draco until the door to his room slammed shut. I screwed up. I screwed up bad. Closing my eyes, I took a few deep breaths willing myself not to cry. No, I was not going to cry. He's made me cry too many times already. I could fix this. I knew I could. I didn't know how, exactly but I'll figure it out. He couldn't possibly leave without properly saying goodbye to me, could he? Oh, Merlin, I hope not.
I walked into my room and headed for my closet to start packing. Upon opening the closet door I saw that it was empty. What the hell? I looked around and saw my bags in front of my bed, already packed. Everything in the room was the way it was when I'd first arrived here. What seemed like a year ago but was really only a few weeks ago. I sighed, so much for being able to take my time as I thought of how I was going to fix this situation.
I grabbed my bags and headed out the door. I turned around just once to get one last look at the room I knew I would miss so much. I closed my eyes and turned away, closing the door. I looked down the hall to Draco's room and saw that it was still shut. I debated whether to go knock and find out if he was still in there. If he was I could talk to him.
"Hermione."
My head turned to the other side and I saw Harry coming over to where I was standing. "Are you ready to go?" he asked. "Yeah, let's go," I mumbled starting to pass Harry but he grabbed my arm. I looked up curiously at him.
"What's going on, Mione?" he asked, concern in his eyes.
"Nothing. I'm fine," I said.
"Mione, I know you too damn well to believe that. What is it?"
"It's just... I'm just going to miss this house. I mean it's huge and pretty and the ocean being right there. It's beautiful here. So I'm going to miss it," I answered. It was true I was going to miss this house. It was great here. Of course it wasn't what I was most concerned about right now but it was still half the truth. Which is better than a complete lie.
Harry seemed to be debating with himself whether or not to believe me. "Okay, I guess I know what you mean," he allowed. "Let's go." He took my bags from me and carried it himself. I walked with him silently down the stairs and back to the front of the house where we met up with Ginny and Draco. I tried to meet Draco's eyes but he refused to look at me at all.
"All right, let's go. We have to go out to apparate. Dumbledore put some charm on the house that won't let you apparate, that's why we had to ring the door bell," Harry said walking out after Ginny. I waked out after him and I could hear Draco behind me. I walked over to where Harry and Ginny now stood waiting for me about fifty feet away from the house.
"This is good. So, Draco, mate, you good?" Harry said.
"Yeah. I'll see you guys soon," Draco replied, looking at only Harry and Ginny.
"Okay, we're set. Mione, you ready?"
"Yeah," I answered. I looked back to Draco, there was no way I could talk to him now. I'll have to find some other way, some other time. "Bye, Draco," I said.
"See you," he muttered, still avoiding my eyes.
"Mione, I'm gonna apparate with you since Harry has your bags," Ginny said as she took hold of my arm.
I heard a loud crack and saw that Harry had already left. I had to go, too. "Bye," I said again and with one last look and sad smile I apparated. The last thing I saw was Draco finally meeting my eyes. But it wasn't with the glare that held hatred in them that he had given me earlier. This time they held sadness.
And there you have it! The last chapter of Summer of Definite Insanity! I'm finally done! But can I just say: HOLY FREAKING CRAP! That was the longest chapter I've ever written! Anyway, there will be an epilogue and I'll get that up in the next two weeks or so. If you have any questions, ANY AT ALL. I know you guys have at least one thing you want to ask. No matter what it is. Just ask me in a review and I'll answer all questions in a Q&A that I'll post up after the epilogue.
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