A/N: I want to thank my BETA (I was BOTWP) for everything she's done to make this fic work! She helped me write quite a few sections (even chaps!) I struggled with. She told me when things didn't line up, she kept the facts straight! She is also the reason this fic turned into a triad (which was hard!). She encouraged my sick sense of humor, and laughed with me on quite a few scenes! I made a friend in her, and that's just as awesome as writing. So, I owe her a LOT of thanks! A lot!
Without further ado, the end end…
Epilogue- Where Did You Sleep Last Night?
Hermione stepped through the fireplace of the massive, beautiful home of the late Robel.
It was noon, and the boys, Troy and Romeo II, were in the back yard playing, and Jolene sat in the living room watching them from a window. When Hermione entered, the dark skinned witch turned and stood, giving Hermione a lifted brow.
"Hermione… I was not expecting to see you again." Jolene said, folding her hands before her, lifting her head to show she did not fear the unexpected visitor. Hermione smiled, nodded once at her, and replied,
"I am sorry I did not owl you… but I think we can both agree it is best to leave all of this without any kind of trail." Hermione wanted to go the older witch; wanted to wrap her in her arms and squeeze her until her arms gave out.
Hermione had only ever adored Jolene, and she never knew why the woman had been so enthralled by her husband; but Hermione was not allowed to talk shite on someone's choice of a respective suitor.
"I can agree with this…" Jolene nodded, and gave Hermione a small, genuine, smile; before her face turned stern, and she asked, "Is it done?" Hermione nodded back at her, before she gave in and walked to the woman with open arms.
Jolene took this hug, and leaned down to give Hermione a loving embrace in return, before saying,
"Thank you."
Hermione smiled, and replied,
"I need to thank you… for helping me. Even though- I…" Both women knew what she meant, and Jolene sniffled as she stepped back, a pained smile on her lips.
"He attacked you. I know how he always hated you, even though you did nothing to him except embody everything he hated. And, then, that personification stole his best friend…" Jolene sighed and shrugged, a tear streaming down her face. "Man pride…"
Hermione gave a small, airy laugh, and shook her head as she looked up at the ceiling. The past two weeks had been grueling, to say the least… but they had all been made possible by Jolene and her super brain.
Robel's widow had given Hermione the name of almost every witch/wizard beneath Marc's reign, and Hermione had seen to it that all of those men and women had either sworn to leave well enough alone, and go on about their lives as if the past few years were a distant dream… or she handled them.
That last one had been the choice for quite a few of Marc's lackies; say- give or take… thirty..?
Most had attacked her upon her arrival to their personal homes or secluded areas in their place of employment (about one an hour every day for 14 days (minus the few sleep hours)), but she had been able to take them all out easily. Those who had tried to kill her immediately had ended up meeting their maker sooner than expected.
"Man pride indeed." Hermione agreed. Jolene tilted her head to the side a moment, and then asked,
"Speaking of men… how are your two… uh..?" Hermione shrugged at the woman's inability to peg a title for Harry and Draco, and she gave as sigh as she thought of them.
When Hermione had left Harry and Draco, she'd left them to think that she had gone back to Marc; knowing that this was for the best until she succeeded in her mission.
Hermione had taken her and Marc to Russia, landing in the living room she'd dreamed about one too many times. Upon landing, Hermione had to choke back more sobs; far too much reality hitting her as they stood, moving her arms to wrap around his middle. He'd put his own arms around hers… where she let the tears fall freely down her face as Marc moved to sit them on the couch.
"I've… I missed you- more than anything," Marc tried, and then stopped. Hermione looked up to him and gave a wry smile.
"Mon cher… I- I need to sleep." She said, leaning against him before he pull her lay on him; her head on his chest.
They rested there like that in silence for a near an hour, Hermione allowing him to cradle her in warmth until she fell asleep. She pushed everything from her mind, and she meditated on the feeling she hated that she'd missed for song long…
She should have stayed… she should have listened to him, and helped him kill Lemieux…
When Hermione awoke, some hours later, she looked up to see that Marc had fallen asleep as well.
She sat up, waking the man below her, and she straddled his waist before she leaned down to kiss him on the lips… which had only lasted a few seconds before she twisted his spine so hard he'd done the same thing Eli had done; exploded into a heap of blood and bones…
And then Hermione sat atop him and cried for an uncountable amount of hours; thinking back on all of the moments in her life that led her be sitting atop the body of her husband… whom she just murdered. She felt herself crack, shatter… come back together, only to explode into a fit of sobs so loud and gut wrenching, and filled with sorrow that the objects in the room began to fly about; flying into walls and out windows and up into the ceiling…
Only once a trinket flew past her head, brushing through her hair at great speed, did she realize what was happening around her.
She calmed herself after this, and from there- while still atop what remained of Marc- she contemplated going back to Thailand; her mind recalling the memory that her husband had given back to her. For many minutes she had to breath- meditate- past the feelings that rose with that.
She forced her breathing to steady; she remembered Tanet's mantra… She gave a silent vigil of her own; telling them she'd avenged them. She'd killed Eli, she'd killed Robel… she'd killed Marc, and now Tanet and Malai could rest easy.
Hermione did not return to Thailand.
Once she was able to stand, she left Marc where he lay and apparated to Chad… landing in Jolene's study.
The elder witch hadn't been in the room, but Hermione sat on the leather couch, still covered in Marc's blood, and waited for her until it was almost dark. She hadn't wanted to go around her boys covered in their God father's blood.
When Jolene had finally entered, the dark skinned witch jumped back and pressed herself against the wall by the door; eyes wide, shock written in every muscle in her body…
But that had quickly turned into a small bounce of joy, accompanied by a squeal of happiness, once she realized what Hermione had done… once it registered whose blood she was covered in. Jolene had run, very ungracefully, to Hermione and wrapped her in a hug; the African witch's bright yellow dress robes stained in Marc's blood as the two women held each other.
Jolene had allowed Hermione to stay the night, and they had talked into the wee hours of morning; drinking, and crying, and laughing, and hoping for a better future.
… A future without Marc…
Jolene had respected Marc, but she had always disliked him; for reasons she'd never tell Hermione:
-"We've known each other since we were children; we have both had our moments… We used to like one another back then… Before he grew up…" -
Jolene had never gone with Robel on his jobs, like Hermione had, but the African witch had never cared about what her husband had chosen to do, either.
"I…" Hermione started, her mind going back to the men she wasn't sure she should face; wasn't sure she deserved… "I don't think I should go back to them, Jolene. What if… they hate me?" Hermione had told Jolene of the men during their "slumber party" two weeks ago- in a small fleeting moment- and she had told the woman, tentatively, what had transpired between them all.
"I doubt it…" Jolene answered, her lips setting into a small smile. "I think they are going to be happy that you're… alive…" Hermione suddenly felt an enormous amount of guilt at Jolene's stumble. No matter how accepting Jolene had been of the situation, Hermione knew that the other woman would mourn the loss of Robel forever. Jolene shook her head and pulled Hermione into a hug, whispering,
"I want you to stop feeling guilty over this, and…" she pulled back with a smile, "… I never want to see your face again." Jolene laughed as a tear left her eye. Hermione laughed, knowing that the woman meant it as a half joke; a boot in the ass, accompanied by an, "Au revoir, bitch!"
"Thank you… again," Hermione said as she stepped back. She looked out the window and watched as Robel's sons used twigs as wands in a make believe duel, and then back to Jolene with a nod goodbye, before disapparating.
()()()()()
Draco had made an angel on the carpeted floor; a beer can angel.
Harry's was only a foot away from his own, both men deciding that Amsterdam was the best choice; once they'd sat in Aberdeen for a week, waiting for Hermione to show up. Once they'd decided that that wasn't happening- that she wasn't coming back- and once the pictures of Harry kissing Draco after she left hit the papers, they'd said to hell with it.
Fuck it… Fuck this… Fuck everyone who isn't us…
Ron hadn't owled or visited Harry since the Ministry had showed up to help them. It was a little late, being as Marc was gone and the majority of his men were detained. But, while they tried to explain what had happened to Kingsley, he had informed them that the rest of Marc's men, who had not been in Aberdeen, had been running amuck about Wizarding England; killing and destroying at the Ministry, St. Mungo's, and the shops in Diagon Alley.
But the Ministry had been ready for the attack, and every Auror, and Auror in training, had been on a 24 hour security detail. Some had fallen in their attempt to keep them out, but once Kingsley had apparated to the French Ministry they brought their Aurors and were able to detain quite a few more.
The ministries were still trying to find the rest of them…
Draco had watched as Harry told Ron that Hermione had gone with Marc, and told him he'd agreed to stop the killings in exchange for her return, and Ron had dissaparated, and had not returned. Once the paper came out, showing a picture of Harry giving Draco a kiss and hug, he suspected that Ron wasn't coming back for them either.
Well- for Harry, anyway.
Neither Harry nor Draco blamed him, though. They'd gone through a lot, and the man had managed not to kill them, so they would take that as their one win…
The first week, the two men hardly talked to one another; afraid to voice their fears as the days dragged on at a snail's pace… at the pace of molasses in winter… at the pace at which Draco's emotional range used to grow... clinging to one another as their only ray of hope in a dark hour.
After a week of sitting in Aberdeen, Draco had gone to see his mum once they'd realized Hermione was gone; the two men sitting on the back patio of the castle, staring at the telltale circle of curse burns in the grass from where Hermione and Marc had dueled.
When Draco left St. Mungo's, he hadn't gone home to the Manor, which had been left empty for a month at this point. Instead, he returned to Aberdeen… and he and Harry hadn't been apart since. Sure, it had only been a week since then, but neither had thought of leaving the other; the two laying in Harry's bed as they drank; or on his study floor… as they drank…
Harry rolled over, sloppy drunk, to face Draco with a frown; his hair a mess and his glasses… somewhere... He said,
"I can't deal with this…"
"I know, Harry… I know…"
This was the conversation the men had every time they opened their mouths.
Harry would say something like, "What the fuck?" or, "I can't… believe her…"
And then Draco would say, "I know!" or, "I- fucking can!"
They'd been able to find solace in only one another, knowing no one else in the world would understand what was going on with them once the headlines flashed the chaste kiss…
No one would understand why they'd chosen each other after all of this time; or that they'd also chosen Hermione who had pretended to choose them…
No one would know why Harry had decided drinking was a good idea again, or why Draco had decided that eating acid was on his list of things to do this summer…
No one would know that their magic had dwindled, and that they'd had to revert back to using their wands…
No one else would know that they'd been having sometimes rancorous, sometimes loving, sex with each other for the past week!
Hermione wouldn't care… and she was about it when it came to Wizarding England accepting what was happening between the men. Hiding in Amsterdam had been Draco's greatest idea yet, and he'd had a few!
No one else would get why that was, though…
BOOM!
Draco screamed like a girl, sitting up with Harry, who moved too quickly and fell face first into a beer can before sitting up again.
The noise had come from downstairs- the two men drinking themselves into a stupor in "their" room- and Draco raised his hand to "accio" two sobering potions from his robe pocket. He'd packed extra when he'd gone back to Aberdeen to tell Harry they were going to Amsterdam; Harry'd nearly tripped at the bottom of the stairs to kiss Draco out of relief.
Draco had left that morning without a word, and he'd figured that Harry thought him like Hermione… a deserter. Draco didn't say it yet, but he already knew that he wasn't going to leave Harry; if not for forever, at least not for a very long time.
The two men drank their potions, with some difficulty, and they stood on still wobbling legs as they made from the room and down the stairs…
Where Hermione stood in the middle of the living room; dressed in red dress robes, hair back in a bun, her back as straight as an arrow, her hands clasped in front of her, and her amber eyes blank and expressionless. She was back to being Minerva's spectacle-less carbon copy.
But, her face was far more vacant than the Head Matron's could ever be, and she looked at the two men where they had frozen in their tracks at the bottom of the stairs.
"What… what are you doing here? Did he send you to kill us?" Harry asked, finding his words before Draco. That didn't usually happen, but Draco wasn't sure he would have said anything different.
Except the bit where Marc sent her to kill them… 'What the fuck?'
Draco hadn't thought of that as an option! He'd thought Marc would just figure out a way through the wards one night while they were sleeping, and put a Thestral head in their bed or something!
Anyway! Hermione had chosen Marc; this was certain. But then, why was she really here? Did she want to rub it in; the fact that she left them? Why would she show up now to kill them? She should have done that years-
"I'm here to tell you that I have done all that I can to stop the blood war, and that no one has to worry about Marc anymore," she said plainly. Draco raised a brow, and stepped around Harry to glare her down.
He was happy she was alive; but he was livid that she was alive! She'd taken both his and Harry's hearts and she'd stomped them into dust; leaving Broom Draco to sweep himself into Dustpan Harry…
"Why?" Harry asked. "Why don't we have to worry about him anymore? Do you really think that fucking that tool will keep the world safe with your sick sense-"
"He's dead," Hermione deadpanned as if she wasn't talking about her husband; more like some bloke who had kicked her cat! Who… was around here somewhere…
That had been an entirely different nightmare; deciding who was lucky enough to handle the maniacal orange beast! They had ended up accioing Crookshanks, and holding the open cage to catch him. When they'd gotten to Amsterdam, they'd set the cage in a spare room with some food and water, and Harry had held his arm through the crack of the open door to unlock and open the cage, only to slam the door closed.
They'd opened it a few hours later, once he'd calmed down and the screeching had stopped.
Both men's faces turned from anger to shock at Hermione's simple, impactful words; their eyes wide and jaws going slack. But, Draco was first to recover this time, as he asked,
"Did it take you this long to do it?" He wasn't going to let her off easily, not even if what she claimed was true.
He had questions for her, and she wasn't getting out of it this time.
"No. I did it the first day."
"You did, did you? And how long did it take you to think about coming back and telling us this? Was it ever part of your plan to come back before now?" Draco asked, his tone of voice rising to "outside" levels.
"No…" Hermione's face was still set into one of cold stone, "But, that is because I was busy up until today." Draco didn't want to think about what she had been busy doing. She looked good, which meant she'd been sleeping somewhere. With whom, was the question….
"I figured that you should know that Marc is gone… " She stammered as the men's faces became quizzical, but still looked rather pissed, and they crossed their arms over their chests. "I- I shouldn't have come back." Her face broke then, though she didn't break down; she slumped ever so slightly, and she let her brows come together a bit. It was subtle, but Draco could see it.
"If you killed him two weeks ago," Harry said, his voice shaking with anger, "how long did it take you to think that you should come back to us? We love you, and you-"Harry stopped and turned from her, avoiding Draco's gaze to say, "If you can disappear and kill Marc, and then let us believe you're dead, again. Or worse… that you'd gone back to him… Then I doubt you love us like you claim." He took to the stairs, saying over his shoulder,
"I can't deal with this right now. Get the fuck out of here, Hermione." Harry waved his hand at her in anger as he disappeared out of sight. Draco looked after him, and then back to Hermione; whose face was starting to show with distress.
"I-" he began, taking a step towards the witch, "I understand that you probably wanted to save us by leaving with him… but," Draco was struggling in saying what he was trying to convey; so he bit the curse and spit it out,
"I love you, Hermione… and Harry loves you… and I love him, and it's reciprocated… but we don't trust that you love us. You said you did, but watching you leave us was the hardest… "Draco stumbled a bit, but kept going, "… the hardest thing I've ever watched. Watching my mum… deteriorate- hasn't ever made me feel that much at once. And we- Harry and I- can't deal with it!
"You shouldn't have left us behind! You should have told us what you were doing! We were in this together, and then you took that choice away from us after we stayed with you!" Draco was fuming, ranting! Saying things he'd never said before, and he didn't even care because that's how he- felt!
"If you just came back to make us watch you leave, then bugger yourself. You should have let Marc live and stayed with him, because we can't deal with any more of your emotionally unstable broom rides. We have enough of our own, already!
"I mean… Harry just told you to get the fuck out of here… Harry Potter just told you to get the fuck out here… That is how fucking angry we are with you. If the Man Who Risks His Arse to Save the World Over and Over can't stand to look at you, you fucked up. If I have to be the one to tell you to get a grip and make up your mind, and stop fucking up people's lives, you fucked up.
"Until now, we wanted nothing more than to see you again; but, now that you're here, looking every bit controlled and fucking crazy, we can't stand to look at you…
"So-"Draco really didn't mean this, "get the fuck out of here."
He turned from her and made up the stairs, fuming as he did so, only to find Harry sitting at the end of the hall by their door; his head leaned against the wall, eyes closed, bare arms draped over his bent knees. Neither man had put clothes on in days; pajama bottoms were fine.
The blonde moved slowly as he walked to sit down next to his boyfriend, their shoulders touching as Draco matched Harry's pose.
()()()()()
Harry had listened to Draco's cold rant; taking in the feelings that ran through him as the blonde admitted that he loved Harry, and that he thought the feeling was reciprocated…
It was.
Harry had never loved another man, but he was starting to think that a person's sex didn't matter; not that he'd thought on it too much before, nor had he opposed it. He just figured it didn't apply to him, and he'd messed with Draco about it because he knew it would get under his skin.
And it did, probably because the words had merit neither understood; but Draco understood Harry in a way that not many others did… He'd seen the bad and the good in him, and it had gone both ways. Neither man cared about their pasts with the other; the childish games seeming miniscule in comparison to being abandoned by the woman they'd shared and loved.
Harry loved Draco more for sticking around, even when he'd thought he'd left him.
Out of all the bloody people, right?!
When the blonde had apparated into the kitchen, and Harry had heard the noise from his study, he didn't know what to think. He didn't know if it was Draco, who had left that morning before Harry woke, not leaving a note or anything to go by; or if it was Hermione, finally coming back to them…
But he didn't care as long as it was one of them.
It had been Draco, and Harry had been unable to stop himself from kissing the man like he'd never kissed him before. It had been desperate and loving, and he had wrapped his arms around his middle to pull him closer; only for Draco to wrap his arms around Harry's shoulders to kiss him in return.
Later that same night that the two men had boozed themselves into pit of despair, only to pull themselves up, but only a little, with sex; which had started as just heavy snogging, which led to heavy petting, which led to Draco sucking Harry off… before pushing the man onto his back, casting a lubricating charm, and entering him without much thought.
Harry's knees had held onto Draco's ribs; his strong hands gripping Draco's forearms; the blonde moving in and out of him and Harry gave in to the fucking amazing feeling of Draco above him… in him.
Harry had already loved the noises Draco made as he came, they were just as fantastic as Hermione's, but it was different when Draco did it especially for Harry; who had been unable to been unable to help himself from coming on himself as the other man spilled his seed into his arse; their lips locked as they groaned/moaned their release.
When Draco's hand came up and grabbed Harry's, the two men still sitting close together near their bedroom door, it knocked the dark haired man from his memories; his memories of how the two had been trying to cope with being left behind.
He had to sigh as he turned to look at the blonde man… which only led to him spying Hermione walking quietly up the stairs.
Her face was cautious as they looked to her, watching as she walked down the hall to sit on the floor across from them; leaning her head back against the wall on the opposite side of the hall. She kicked her legs out towards them and crossed her ankles, intertwining her small hands in her lap as she said,
"I'm not going anywhere… Not ever again. I swear." Her voice trembled, but her eyes did not waver as she stared at them; brown eyes darting back and forth as she looked from green to silver and back again.
"You lie a lot, Granger. It's "Granger" now right?" Draco looked to Harry for a confirmation. He could only shrug.
"I'm not lying, Draco," She shook her head in frustration; Harry recognizing what Hermione Granger looked like when trying to think of way to get her point across with words rather than fists. "You're the reason I've done all of this. I killed Marc, I disintegrated or obliviated his henchmen-" Harry flinched, because he wondered why the Ministries had been unable to find the rest of them, "-and I refuse to let you both go after doing that; because even though I did it to keep the world from having to deal with him, I also did it to make sure that I could protect the two of you…
"The only two people I have left…" Harry licked his lips before pursing them, willing himself to exhale once he realized he'd been holding his breath.
When Draco had showed Harry what happened while he'd been knocked out, he'd been unable to handle the pressure of the vice that clenched his heart as he realized that Hermione had been able to bare her heart to Marc so easily; professing love and forgiveness when Harry and Draco had only heard her say so once.
They'd known her longer… they had loved her longer…
"I know I should have told you that I had a plan of my own…"she continued, "but I know that wouldn't sit well with either of you. I thought of just leaving you both asleep and going to face him alone so many times… but I couldn't. I didn't want to leave the dream world where we… forgot about our shite for four days and pretended like the world didn't exist around us because we would have much rather believed that we were the only ones.
"But I am not the only one, I know the world exists…. and I'm not running from it again. You two seem to be doing some running yourselves. You both look like- night walking… day walking Lost Boys." She was right… about the running thing. And the fact that they looked like eyeliner-less, leather-less Kiefer Sutherland and Jason Patric.
Harry and Draco had been content to stay away from everything, rather than go out and deal with the world… But that didn't count because she was the reason they'd even done so!
"Ha!" Draco gave a laugh. "So that's where my mirror went… Tired of buggering yourself? Care to return it so Harry and I can get on with our lives?" Hermione fought a glower; allowing her face to turn dark for only a second, before smirking at Draco and shaking her head.
Harry was lost, and now he knew how Draco felt when he and Hermione talked about Muggle things.
Even with the ease that began to sink in from their obscure inside joke, Hermione continued to look at Draco for a moment as she continued with a determined face,
"I know I have to face the world now, ok? But, I want to face it with you... both of you. And because of that, I am going to cut the shite, and stop lying and keeping secrets, and double lives.
"Bar the booze, because I am going to tell you what happened while I was away; right here, right now. Just so that you know, and you don't have to ask." She didn't wait for Harry to tell her she wasn't allowed to call shots on the bar in his house, because she continued,
"After I left with Marc," the beginning of this story made Harry cringe, and squeeze Draco's hand harder, "We went to Russia where I knew no one would think to follow us. At least, not immediately… and I killed him."
"Please tell me you twisted that cunt's spine," Draco hissed; not at Hermione, more at the wall above her head where he stared menacingly; his eyes dark, dark grey.
"I did," Hermione said, her voice even and lacking regret. Lacking pain… Harry was put further at ease with her tone, noting that she didn't seem to feel the same way about Marc now. It made him hope that she really had left with hopes to return, even if it meant she had to sit here and talk them out of their anger for her.
"From there, I went to Chad and talked to Robel's wife, and she gave me the names she knew of Marc's men. I found them all, and found the ones the others led me to, and I threatened most of them.
"The ones with families decided to cooperate with me, the majority of the others didn't… and I had to kill them. Well… I didn't have to, but I needed to, because if anyone wants this to be over there shouldn't be loose ends." Harry wanted to raise a brow at Draco, and say something along the lines of, "Don't you feel lucky she decided to kill a bunch of people after the Voldemort situation?"
Harry rubbed his scar.
"Some of them were angry with Marc because of his attempts to win back his "Mudblood Wife"," she rolled her eyes, "and so you can guess how they felt about me; especially after I told them I killed him. After that news the majority of them tried to kill me themselves; therefore leaving me the opportunity to defend myself. Having never met me, they were unaware of my abilities, making the entire affair much easier." Hermione sighed, and Harry stared at her; Draco looking down at the ground between his feet as he took in all he could of the situation.
Luckily, for both of them, they were used to this. It had crossed their minds (though neither knew this) that Hermione was capable of killing them… but they each knew that that wasn't going to happen.
Truly. It wasn't.
"I left you both behind because I didn't want you to have to witness what I was planning on doing, or having to watch me kill any more people than you've already had to. I… also didn't think that you would… accept what I did to all of those people.
"I wasn't going to tell you about them, but as I said, I'm not going to lie to you about anything anymore.
"I love you Harry. I love you Draco. I'm… I'm really glad that you both love each other," she nodded to their conjoined hands, "but all I can say is that I told you, Harry, that I'm a bad choice. I told you that death follows me, and that I will always be handed cards that not many can handle playing with.
"That's why I chose Marc; that's why I decided that I would marry him… because he could handle what I brought to the table, and I didn't want to give that up. Nothing fazed him… but me." She sighed, and shook her head, before saying,
"I didn't want to have to drag either of you through any more of my shite. I took care of Marc; my mischief is managed… and I want to stay here… with you." She looked at both of them, her eyes set in a sadness she was trying to conceal; though her eyes were wet and her voice cracked at the end.
Harry looked to Draco, who was looking at him from the corner of his eye through his platinum hair, basically asking;
"What should we do?"
"I don't know," Harry "said" with a shrug. Draco looked up at Hermione and sighed, saying,
"We want you here… and if you swear that you aren't leaving- then we want you to stay. But you have to stay, Hermione. I can't stand watching this bloke drink himself to death."
"Hey!" Harry cut in, feeling annoyed, "You joined me." Draco shrugged at him.
"I swore it, and I mean it. I'm staying." She repeated determinedly.
"And if we wouldn't have you? Would you stay then?" Harry asked. It didn't really matter, but he wanted to know any way.
"I would stay in contact… but I wouldn't know if I would stay in England." She scooted forward and rested a hand on the men's hands, continuing with an uncertain frown, "But that's not the case… so, I'll be here… or somewhere close… I don't know…" Harry lifted a brow at her, and she gave another sigh before she said,
"Yes! I'd stay! I wanted to stay in the first place, but my- stupid teenaged angst got the better of me, and I thought that I would make everyone's life easier by being gone; by letting the Wizarding World beat me just once.
"But that decision made everything worse… and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I dragged the two of you through this. I didn't want to, but I'm sorry just the same. I'll stop being a coward, and I'll stay… because I very, very badly wish to- to be with you… both of you… Always."
Harry closed his eyes, and set his head back against the wall once more as he hated himself for forgiving her so easily.
Why did he always do that..?
Oh yeah… Love.
When Harry cracked his eyes to look at Draco, he noted the man looking at him with silver eyes, his eyebrow still cocked as he looked to Harry to take the lead. He bit his lip, green eyes flicking between the two before he moved to put his free hand over Hermione's, and Draco quickly moved to do the same over his.
A/N: Now it's "Finn". I would like to thank all of you who stayed with me through this from the beginning; I was BOTWP, JuliST, storygirl1015, SpaztasticalMaiden13, and that one Guest! You know who you are!
A/N: Holy crap I'm sad… But don't you fret my bosoms! I have other parts to this universe that I will be posting shortly. IT'S THAT RONSY I BEEN TALKIN' 'BOUT! (It's called "Are You Experienced?") Keep your eyes out for that one if you feel like hearing what happens to Ron and the Triad after this.
(Where Did You Sleep Last Night- in the style of the band Nirvana)
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
Her husband, was a hard-working man
Just about a mile from here
His head was found in a driving wheel
But his body never was found