A/N Unfortunately the story came here to an end. I hope that you enjoyed it! Here you go, the last chapter.

Hermione stared at the empty spot next to her. She was holding her pillow as she was lying in her bed. Tears were streaming down her face. She could have felt more betrayed. Though, it was her fault. She had fallen for his kind words and his charming attitude. She should have known that he was seeing someone else. It was impossible for someone to be with her, exclusively. She wanted to turn around and face the window, but she couldn't. She couldn't help but think that Draco could have been lying at that very spot she was staring at, but instead he chose to lie down in another bed.

He had approached her after she had read the article, claiming that it wasn't true. But Hermione knew better. She had always known better. She had been the one to initiate the kisses and it had made him believe he could have two witches at the same time. After ignoring his letters and his advances for several weeks, it all had stopped. Hermione had stopped reading the Daily Prohet and any other magazine that could possible write something about him. She had heard nothing about him for a week and it both made her feel happy and melancholy.

Everything was her own fault, she had let him. She had actually tried to have a relationship with Draco, but it had failed again. Just like it had with Ron. She wasn't good enough for him, because she was once again cheated on. It must mean something that the men in your life cheat on you, twice in a row. Ginny had been over and had offered her to personally castrate Malfoy, but Hermione thought that that was just a bit too far. It didn't matter now anyway; he had taken his holiday days and left the country, most likely with Astoria. Was he engaged? Or was he already married? She didn't know, and frankly she couldn't know.

Maybe she should do the same thing she did after she discovered that Ron cheated on her? Go to a pub and get herself a guy. But the second she thought that, the notion was already passed. It felt like cheating and cheating was not something Hermione Granger did. She stayed in bed for one hour, and then decided to get up, trying to make something of this otherwise fine Saturday afternoon. She did every chore without complaint. It provided her something other to think about. Ginny had offered to go shopping, but Hermione was afraid of running into Draco when they went out, and she wasn't ready to face him. At work she just filled in the paperwork. None of the other Healers minded, because it would mean less paperwork for them. It only made Hermione feel worse, apparently nobody at work, cared about her.

Suddenly the bell rang. She couldn't help but noticing that her heart skipped a beat thinking it was Draco. She scolded at herself for it. She walked to the door and opened it, surprised at the known stranger standing on her doorstep.

'Blaise Zabini? What are you doing here?' she asked, completely caught off guard.

'Can I come in?' he asked politely and Hermione stepped back letting him enter. She closed the door behind him and led him to her living room.

'Do you want something to drink?' she asked, not really knowing what to do.

'No, don't bother. I don't plan on staying long,' he answered and Hermione just sat down on one of the couches. Zabini sat down on the other. Hermione opened her mouth to ask what he was doing here, but he beat her to it.

'You are wondering why I am here. A couple of weeks ago an article of Rita Skeeter appeared in the Daily Prophet claiming that Draco and Astoria were dating-'

'If that is why you are here, to talk about that, then I will politely ask you to leave,' she interrupted him, not wanting to talk about it.

'Please, just let me finish. I can guarantee you that they are not. You see, I am since quite recently engaged to her sister, Daphne. I know what happens in that family and I know Draco since school. I'm straying off. What I came here to say is that they are not in a relation and that they have never been. I know that you and Draco were seeing each other at the time of the article, and I cannot imagine what this must feel like for you. I know that you have ignored all his apologies and all his explanations. I will not blame you for it, but I must ask you for the sake of both you and Draco do you still like him?'

'No, I don't,' she answered. It was sort of right. She still wanted him, but she didn't like him. She wanted to see him, but hated the very sight of him.

'Do you think of him?'

'All the time.' She didn't know why she was being honest to this Slytherin. She didn't know why she was actually answering, but somehow it made her feel better.

'If you can't get someone out of you head, then maybe that someone is meant to be there, don't you think?' She looked up, what was he saying? But Zabini stood up.

'I must be going, but I hope that you will give this another chance. I must tell you that Draco isn't in Britain. See you later, I hope.' He left the living room and a couple of seconds later she heard the front door open en close. What had he been trying to say? She had been thinking of Draco a lot, so that meant that he was meant to be there, inside of her head. But as what? As a friend, or as an enemy? She didn't know. Zabini had taken the time to come here and talk to her. He also said that he knew Draco quite well. Come to think of it, it seemed as if he wanted them back together. But that was ridiculous. Then again he said that Draco and Greengrass hadn't been dating at all. Could she believe him?

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'Draco?' she called out to him and he turned around, seeing her soft brown eyes stare at him and he couldn't help but feeling a smile form at his lips. He strode across the room and took her in his arms. She smelled so good and felt so good, right there in his arms, that it was impossible to describe the feeling.

'I'm sorry for putting you through that,' she whispered in his ear.

'You have nothing to be sorry for,' he answered putting her down again. She smiled and stood on her toes, catching his lips. Draco curled his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, fighting for dominance in the kiss, but she didn't give in. She would never give in. Too quickly for his liking she pulled away.

'I love you,' he blurted out, not in control of himself. Hermione said nothing and just stared at him. He reached out to touch her face, but his fingers didn't make any contact with her skin. He completely stretched him arm, but she was out of his reach. As she had always been.

Draco woke up, his arm stretched out to something he couldn't have. He didn't want to spent another second in the empty bed and got up to take a shower. Draco put on a towel after hitting the showers and grabbed another to dry his hair. After trying to get her attention for Merlin knows how long, he had her and then Astoria had to come along and destroy everything. She didn't want to talk to him afterwards. He hated her for that. Yet he still kept on trying until he felt like jumping off a cliff. He had rushed to Blaise and begged for his advice, and that says something because Malfoys don't beg. Blaise advised him to leave the country and try to get his mind to focus on something else.

He found that he couldn't. Every living moment he saw in his mind how hurt she looked every time he tried to approach her. Every sleeping moment he tasted her and longed for her, only to wake up in an empty bed. What was the use? He had toyed with erasing his memory, but had quickly disregarded the thought. He wasn't going to be so selfish. He put on his clothes and walked downstairs in the deserted Manor. Sure there were enough paintings and House-Elves, but they were no fun talking to. He was walking towards the library when one of the House-Elves called out to him.

'Master Draco, there is a visitor at the door. She insists she must see you, master. But I say wait miss, I have to ask.'

'Thank you, send her to the library.' The House-Elf disappeared and left Draco to wonder who ever was at the door. He rounded the corner and went through the massive door that gave access to the vast library. Although it wasn't as large as the Manor in Britain, it was enormous. He sat down on one of the couched in front of the fireplace and waited until his guest would arrive. He could only think of one person he wanted to see, but knew that it wouldn't be here. He could hear the door open and someone walked in. He didn't turn around, wanting to be left in his daydream for just a couple of seconds longer. He heard his guest take a deep breath.

'I am so sorry Draco, for everything. I should have believed you, not that awful Rita Skeeter and her lies-'Her voice! He quickly stood up and turned only to find a rambling Hermione Granger. He couldn't believe his eyes. She was still talking very fast and he couldn't catch every word, but he was more mesmerised by the idea that she was actually here. He pinched himself and concluded that he was awake. That would mean that she was here, here with him!

'And then Zabini came and-'

'Zabini?' he asked, Draco couldn't see what Blaise had to do with this.

'Yes him and he said something along the lines as if I thought of you then I would want you. It did take me a long time to realise that, but then I did and I wanted to be with you. Zabini had already said you weren't in Britain and then I though where could you be, and then I thought of Canada, because you said that was your favourite country besides Britain-' He broke he train of words of by crushing his lips on hers. She responded immediately. He had no idea what she had just said, but it didn't matter. She said that she liked him and that she remembered that his second favourite country Canada was and that was what had send him over the edge. He never wanted to part with her again. Too soon she pulled away and he groaned in protest.

'Draco, what I came here to say is that I love you and I want to be with you-'He pressed his lips again against hers, feeling totally ecstatic. Somewhere his mind told him that he should say something back, something he meant, but he couldn't come up with what. All that dominated his mind was this witch in his arms.

'Stay,' he whispered huskily pressing his forehead against hers.

'Always,' she said and she pulled him down to recapture his lips and he tried to gain dominance, but she didn't give in. She never did and she never would.

A/N For the very last time, you can tell me what you want. So please read and Review!