A/N: I know, I know. I am so sorry that it has taken me this long to write this chapter. Okay so let me explain… Basically I had decided to give up this whole story because I thought I did an awful job and that despite the positive remarks, people hated it. But, I had this sudden epiphany; who cares if not that many people read it? I still love writing it. And so here I am. Okay so I hope this chapter meets your expectations.
Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter but I do own Willow Woodson; If only I owned Draco Malfoy (swoon)! Enjoy…
Three Months After the affects of the Cure…
Willow stared into the infirmary and her heart sunk; they were kissing, Hermoine Granger and Draco Malfoy were kissing.
I mean Willow was happy for Hermoine, she deserved Draco.
But then again, she couldn't help but feel some sort of guilt over Draco choosing Hermoine; he would have chosen Willow, if he had remembered her.
But Willow didn't know that, she only hoped that and telling it to herself over and over again, made the pain easier.
Within two days Draco had remembered everything about his life, he was Draco Malfoy again. But he was Draco Malfoy without Willow Woodson and so he was broken for one month.
Only until he remembered Hermoine, one month after the cure was in his system, was he happy, now he was Draco Malfoy with Hermoine Granger and so he was fixed or at least to some extent.
Willow had waited by his bedside every night for him to remember her but the day never came.
It didn't make sense but after these couple months Willow had begun to lose hope and so she had thrown herself into the arms of her fiancée.
That was why she was here, to say goodbye.
She was marrying Neville tomorrow.
Hermoine left moments later and so it was only then that Willow walked over to him.
"Hi, I don't know if you remember me but…"
"Willow Woodson, right?" He said, a smile lighting up his face.
Willow smiled despite herself, "Yeah, I just came here to invite you to my wedding, but I missed Hermoine so can you please tell her she's invited. It's just the church in town and you may wear whatever you like, nothing formal."
Draco smile again, "Thanks, we'll be there, if I can get out of this bloody bed."
Willow laughed, he was the old Draco.
Suddenly Willow knew what she had to do, she knew that if she didn't right now, the action might burst out at any random moment.
This action would probably make the rest of her life miserable, if not preformed.
She needed to act on it now.
And so she leaned into him, her eyes on only one thing: his lips.