Last chapter *happy dance*

I decided to go with D. I'm going to write the second chapter in 40 more chapters. NEXT CHAPTER IS BACK TO THE FUTURE :)


sweet-tang-honney: aw sorry. it was a good idea, but at least we're going back to Draco and Hermione's WEDDING :D
BlueSunsetWaters: ahhhh i was crying like crazy :( i was like... ahhh poor Draco! my brother's friend started making fun of him for not being able to kill Dumbledore, and I slapped him :)
twilightfan1918: ok, made another chapter. last one, too. :O i never really liked harry potter, either. just kept reading and watching the movies for Draco x3 ahh i never knew i could cry so much for a movie, but it happened. :( and i thought that it was the best movie yet!
voldyismyfather: thanks for the vote! yeah, there's one more chapter, and then on to the best chapters again.
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Vanessa: omgg that was a good movie too! i havent posted the new story yet, im editing it :) but i think you'll like it. thanks for the vote!! yeah, it's the end of the first year for scarlet, and next chapter is back to hermione & draco's WEDDING :)


(Scarlet's POV)

The wind made my blonde hair fly everywhere. Cries were screaming inside my head, tears flying up in the air like the opposite of rain. I was sobbing as I flew through the air. A couple of more seconds and I would splat, and there would be no more worries.

I was busy taking some deep breaths, which was really hard considering I was defining everything everyone had ever taught me, when, for the second time, Draco tugged me in midair to get on the broom with him.

But this time, unlike the last, I wanted to fall, to cry, to die. The fire was dead, and there was nothing else to live for. I wanted him to leave me peaceful for the last couple of moments in my life.

The ground was coming up faster then I had thought, the pitch black around me swallowing me whole, so I closed my eyes. Soon, I'd be with everyone that mattered to me that had passed away.

But, of course, Draco wasn't taking no for an answer. He was rapidly pulling me on the broom. 'Leave me alone!' I wanted to yell, but my sobs were growing so intense, that I couldn't say anything.

Finally, after what seemed to be forever, I was on the broom, and Draco was yelling at me. He looked relieved, but I just kept looking down, wondering how much easier it would have been if Draco hadn't 'help' me.

We landed, and I fell on the floor, refusing to be picked up. My breathing had gone down to its normal level, but there were still tears pouring down my eyes. Draco tried to help me get up, but the look I gave him made him wince.

"What are you doing out so late?" We heard a soft voice asked. I froze, and watched as Professor Dumbledore walked slowly towards us in a patient manner.

Again, forever seemed to last just that. Finally, he was right in front of us, waiting for an answer. I looked down at the ground, and Draco looked up in amazement.

"We—well we were..." I started to respond but he stopped me with a smile. "Don't worry yourself Miss Granger."

(Draco's POV)

I watched as Dumbledore assured Scarlet that her secret was safe with him. "Professor McGonagall told me about your bet, and, as sorry as I am to say it, it will have to be cancelled." He spoke sadly. "But, sir!" Scarlet said before he could continue, her mouth twitching from a friendly smile, to an angry piranha.

"One last day." He smiled at the interruption. "And then what?" I spoke for the first time. He looked at me, leaning in and staring at me behind his half-moon glasses. "Then, Mr. Malfoy, I will cast a spell to make you forget everything, erase your memory if you will, until next year. I think there's been enough heart breaks, and suspicions for the first year at Hogwarts, don't you?" He asked, and I slowly nodded.

He waved his hand for a mesmerizing second, and we were back in the abandoned bathroom. "Whoa," I exclaimed after I knew we were alone.

"Yes," Scarlet murmured. I sighed and sat down, inspecting her every move. She glided through the bathroom, looking for her Slytherin uniform, and finally, stared back at me.

"What?" She hissed, and I flinched. "Well..." I started, but she walked towards me so fast, I decided to stop as a precaution. "Well...?" She said, mentioning for me to finish. There were unspoken words hanging in the air above us as I tried to explain how I was in the right place at the right time to catch her.

"I didn't want you to catch me." She said with venom in her voice. "Well, it doesn't matter. Because I'll always be there for you from now on. I don't care if you were born to a muggle family." I stated, standing up and trying to be the dominant one.

"Yes, it does matter. I should be dead, Malfoy." She hummed, staring down at her hands. "Do you regret me catching you?" I asked, almost begging her to look up. She sighed and shrugged.

I knew that if it were anyone but her, I would have insisted, and maybe thrown a few jinxed to find out; but, since it was Scarlet we're talking about, I gave her some space.

"Because I don't," I said slowly. She looked up and me and hugged me, tears staining my shirt. "I—I don't know, Malfoy...Draco. I want to die, but I want to stay here with you. I don't want to have to go, I want you to notice me. I—I hate the way I've been this week, but something inside of me says that I need all the attention I get from you right now. There's something... something that tells me that you'll be acting the same way to me as you are to everyone when I'm back to being plain old Hermione." She sighed, her face still on my chest.

"No, I won't. I'll remember you as the beautiful, wonderful pureblood that deep inside I knew you really are." I said, and gasped at the reality of my words. Of course, she wasn't a pureblood. If she were, I'd be engaged to her by now, I'd be the guy she would always trust, and dream of.

She finally lifted her face up and looked at me, her eyes red and puffy. "I'm not, though. And I will never be." She sighed, and rested her head, now, on my shoulder.

I didn't respond, but just let her sigh and mutter things to herself. After a while, she looked up at me and smiled. Although she looked tired, she said something about 'getting ready for her last day.'

I nodded, and left her to get all set, while I went back to the Dungeons, and got prepared.

While I was changing, I vaguely wondered if I was going to be her boyfriend for the last day, or if she was going to act like she did in the party, and just go around acting like if she were... well if she were independent and in complete control of herself.

I shook the thought out, and wondered how the day was going to go. At least Scarlet wasn't mad at me anymore.

I spent more time then ever thinking about Scarlet and what was going to happen after today. Dumbledore said that he was going to wipe out our memories until next year, where I would be the unlucky one to turn into a bloody Gryffindor.

I rolled my eyes, and walked out of the room while the other guys were just starting to wake up. I walked down the spiral steps, and sat down on the black leather seats, tracing the dead animal's wrinkles with my fingers.

I was alone, staring into the fire, when I heard someone coming down the steps very slowly. I looked back, expecting to find Jacob or Blaise, but instead, Sofia stood there, her arms wrapped around her chest, staring at me with bloodshot eyes.

"Draco." She greeted coldly, and I nodded, hoping someone else would come down and relieve me. "Where were you last night?" She asked, still not changing her cold voice.

"Well..." I started, but she shut me up with one glance. "I thought we had something," She stated, and stared at me, hoping I would tell her the one thing she wanted to hear: We did and still do.

Of course, being the gentleman I am, I just shook my head. She just kept looking at me from the bottom of the stairs. There were no tears, no words, no jinxes.

"Draco." She said again, walking towards me, putting her hands on my shoulders and rubbing them tightly. "No," I said, shrugging her off. Finally, she got the point and walked away, frowning as she did so.

So there I was again, alone and wondering. I sighed, rubbing my hands together. The only thing about the dungeons was the cold in the mornings. I took out my wand and whispered, "Incendio," at the fireplace. Instantly, a fire rose, and the glowing light warmed me up.

Steps started coming down, but no one addressed me, personally. Of course, there were soft voices talking about me behind my back, but, for once, I let it go.

I leaned my head back, and closed my eyes. After a couple of seconds, there was a soft pat on my shoulder and, thinking it was Sofia, I muttered, "Leave me alone."

There was a soft giggle, and I looked up to see Scarlet looking down at me, a smile tracing her features.

"Wake up, silly!" She said in a preppy voice. I groaned, and closed my eyes again, but I couldn't keep my own smile hidden. Scarlet laughed, and playfully hit my knee with her own.

"Fine, fine!" I surrendered, and got up. She slipped her hand in mine, and we walked together to the dining room area. People looked up, surprised, and annoyed. We were like the 'it' couple. On until we decide to go our own separate ways, off until we decide we're meant to be.

We sat down at the Slytherin table, getting mixed glances, and humorless ones, at that. The only person that looked on with approval was Dumbledore.

Finally, the years split up and went to their own classes. Scarlet and I went to Transfiguration, and then Potion. Of course, that's where all the fun was going to begin...

(Scarlet's POV)

I sat in class, waiting for Snape to ask me something, anything. He only asked the Slytherin students the easiest questions to answer. Up to now, I hadn't gotten any, so I lazily kept my arm raised hoping he would look back, for once.

Of course, he didn't look back so he couldn't see the Slytherin students talking and throwing things at other students. It was a waste of time, so I used my raised arm, which was starting to numb with the pressure, to hold up my head.

"Draco..." I groaned, hoping he could help me contain my boredom. Marcus turned around slightly from in front of me, thought better of it, and started talking to Pansy instead.

"What's wrong?" He asked in the same bored voice as me. "Oh my God, I'm so bloody bored." I whined, and Snape looked up a little to smirk. Taking the chance, and raised my hand and immediately answered, "Asphodel!"

"Very good, Miss Drax. Since no one has gotten that question in all the years I've been teaching here, 8 points to Slytherin!" He said in his husky voice, and returned to talking about the importance of roots, and how, one wrong root in a potion, could make it explode.

After half an hour of nothing but reading, Snape let us make our own forgetfulness potion for the remainder of the hour. After 15 minutes, I was done, and Snape was congratulating me with another five points for making it in record time.

"I guess Dumbledore told the rest of the teachers." Draco said, smiling and finishing his own potion. "Yeah, I guess." I smiled back.

"Draco," Snape nodded, smelling the potion, and giving the Slytherin house another five points.

"Wow, it isn't really that hard." I said after Snape was a good distance away. "Yeah, I know. He's just a son-of-a-gun. He'll give the Slytherin points until another house deserves it, and then he'll insult them, saying how they're useless." Draco smirked. He nodded to a Hufflepuff, which was looking terrified as Snape studied her brew.

"This is worthless. It works perfectly, but if you took anymore time..." He said, and sighed, not wanting to continue as the Hufflepuff started crying. He rolled his eyes as he walked away, and Pansy started laughing and yelling loudly, "Cry baby!"

I groaned, the boredom was back, and rested my head on the desk.

"Oh!" Snape laughed evilly as Harry's potion nearly exploded. You could hear snickers as Snape yelled at Harry, giving him detention for being so reckless. I tried to muffle my laugh, but Draco saw and laughed out loud for me. I shook my head, and laughed without hesitation.

When the class was over, Marcus came up to me shyly and asked to walk me to my next class. Draco looked at me, and I nodded, taking Marcus's hand for no reason, just to see the pang of envy pass Draco's face. I had class with Draco, but left him behind to walk with his own friends.

There was an awkward silence as Marcus walked me through the crowded hallways to Charms class. "So..." I said, trying to start a conversation. It was cute the way he was walking me to class, when he obviously had to go to Muggle Studies in the other side of the castle.

"What's up with you and Malfoy?" He asked, straight to the point. "Marcus, I need to tell you something. I'm leaving. I don't know until when, but I have to go back to my parents, who have been in a terrible accident." I lied, and tried to change the subject. I felt bad as he looked at me and hugged me tightly.

"If you ever need anything, Scarlet, anything, don't hesitate." He said kindly, and brushed some hair out of my face. I smiled and he left me in the front of Charms class.

The rest of the day passed quickly. I did some exciting things: flirt with whoever passed me, kissed Draco more then once in public (as well as some other guys, ahem.) and even made fun of people I knew were going to make fun of Hermione when she was back to being... well, herself.

When the day was over, Draco and me met in the bathroom for the last of Scarlet.

"You ready?" He asked, handing me the blood red potion one more time. "Yeah... I, uh, guess." I said uncertainly. "Don't worry, it'll be perfectly okay." He smiled reassuringly.

"Well, bottom's up." I muttered, and gulped down the potion that would turn me into boring Hermione again. When I had completely finished drinking it, Draco placed his hand on my shoulder, and told me to go to bed.

"So, what are we going to do for Christmas?" I asked after I was covered with a blanket, and my head was resting on his lap as he leaned his back on the hard wall.

"You heard Dumbledore. He's going to completely wipe out our memories until next year, and that'll be the year I have to be a Gryffindor. You're not going to remember even being Scarlet, and I'm just going to forget that I ever had relations with you. I have no idea how the old man's going to wipe out everyone else's mind, but he'll do it." He said, not looking at me, but testing his wand on a piece of paper he had laid on the floor in front of him.

I felt a bit uncomfortable as I thought about it. "Wingardiom Leviorsam." He said, flicking his wand at the paper. "Not like that, Draco." I said, taking out my own wand. "Then?" He asked, watching me instinctively. "Wingardium Leviosa." I said, swishing my own wand, and raised it, watching the paper go up.

"Whoa." He smiled, watching it rise, as well. "We're learning that tomorrow." Draco said, trying to do what I had just done.

"Well," I sighed, putting my head on his lap once more. "Good night." I said, and Draco kissed my head. When he thought I was asleep, he leaned down and whispered in my ear: "If I do anything dumb in the future, 'Mione. I'm sorry. Please learn to forgive me."

(Hermione's POV)

I woke up, yawning and stretching. Draco was still asleep. Time to go see the monstrosity I had turned into again.

The tan I had gotten over the summer was back. My chocolate eyes had overrun Scarlet's, and my brown hair was back and unstoppable, as well as uncontrollable. I sighed and slumped on the ground, not wanting to believe I was back to being normal, ugly Hermione again.

I turned around and looked at Draco. He was perfect. His blonde hair wasn't even messed up with sleep. He looked more peaceful then ever. He stirred, and then his eyes opened to see me staring at him.

"Oh, hey." He smiled. I wondered if he was disappointed that his potion really worked. I wondered if he wanted Scarlet to be there, waiting for him to wake up so she could smother him with kisses.

"Hi," I breathed. There was silence as Draco got up and stretched, reaching for his wand.

"Okay, well I guess it's time to turn your Slytherin robes into Gryffindor ones." He snickered. I rolled my eyes, and handed him my robes. The snake quickly turned into a lion, and the green turned into red.

"Well then." I groaned. "I think I like the Slytherin robe better." Draco laughed and I couldn't help but smile.

"So, what I'm thinking is that one of us should leave first, and then the other one in five to ten minutes." Draco said, checking his wand, and moved to the corner to change into his own robe. I quickly and quietly did the same, and we finished at the same time.

"So, Hermione, nice knowing you." He smiled, and I extended my hand for him to shake it. After staring at it for a second, he pulled me towards him, and hugged me.

(Draco's POV)

I was the first one to leave. I walked quickly through the hallways, hands in pockets. Pansy came up to me and asked, "Where's Scarlet? Flint said that she was gone." Apparently, it was all over school that the new princess of Slytherin was long gone. "Yeah, she had to go back to America." I said slowly. Pansy sighed, and left me.

Finally I was in the dining room, surrounded by the regular noise. There were whispers and gasps as the news spread about Scarlet.

"Mate, what happened?" Blaise asked, sitting down next to me. "Eh, nothing. Scarlet had to go back to her family, is all," I said, hoping he wouldn't want to know the rest of the information that I didn't know.

That's when Hermione walked in, books in hand. No one noticed her, everyone was just talking about if they'd seen Scarlet, and if she would come back again.

She looked at me, winked, and kept walking to the Gryffindor table.

After eating, Hermione went her own way to Charms, and I walked with my friends.

I saw down in the back, a vacant seat next to my own, and shoved my books under the table.

The class was almost full when Hermione came in and sat down to the Weasley, who looked at her with surprise and disgust. I fought the sudden urge to walk to him and punch him in the face.

Class started, and the Professor started talking about the charm we were going to learn today: Wingardium Leviosa.

We all started, trying to get the bloody feather to float. Hermione was the first one to get it up.

"Stupid mudblood." Pansy growled in back of me. I rolled my eyes, and imagined how she would feel if she knew that Scarlet was really Hermione in disguise. I hoped one day I could easily tell her.

When class ended, Hermione went skipping out of the classroom while everyone else groaned to get out of their seats.

I walked to the rest of my classes, bored, and regretful that I couldn't talk to Hermione at all. I wondered when DumbleDork was going to erase our memories. I shrugged it off for the rest of the day until Hermione passed me, clearly upset before dinner.

She accidentally bumped into Pansy and mumbled a quick, "Sorry," before running off. Pansy didn't say anything, which wasn't like her at all.

When we sat down, I asked, trying to sound casual, "Why didn't you yell at Hermione... I mean, the mudblood, when she bumped into you?" There was a look of pity in her eyes, but as quick as it came, it vanished. "Well, didn't you hear? Potter and the blood traitor totally flicked her off saying that no wonder she has no friends I heard that they were talking bad about her behind her back and that she overheard them." Pansy smiled evilly.

I looked over at the two boys that made Hermione's life horrible, just when it was getting better. They were laughing and talking to the Longbottom kid. I wanted to get up and murder them.

"Calm down, Draco. It was just a mudblood," Pansy said, studying my reaction. "It's not that." I lied, and went back to eating, wondering when Hermione was going to grace us with her presence. Maybe I could sneak a couple of peaks at her.

She never showed.

(Hermione's POV)

I ran into the bathroom, crying. It was true that I had no friends, but how was it that damn redhead's business?

I sobbed, tears running down my cheeks. I took out my pocket bag, and reached for the bottom. There were a couple of tissues and then I found what I was looking for.

The razor was still as sharp and beautiful as I had left it right before I had become Scarlet. I remembered the sensation of leaving Draco just to go back to this demented angel. I sighed and slid my sleeve up, careful to not let it slip while cutting.

"Hermione?" I heard a whisper as I was right about to slice my skin open, and watch the heavenly red lace ooze out. I stopped abruptly, just staring at my normal, scared wrist.

"Hermione, are you here?" That someone whispered again. I wanted to say no, but ended up saying the complete opposite. "It's me. It's Draco." He said, and I couldn't help but feel a little joy.

He slid into the stall next to me, and coughed awkwardly. "I'm not peeing, if that's what you want to know." I said, smiling a little, twisting the sharp object in between my fingers.

All of a sudden, he jumped over the stall, and leaned against the door, watching me intently.

"What are you doing?" He asked, staring at the razor. "Nothing you didn't stop." I replied, and he looked at me, a confused expression stuck on his face. "Oh, nothing, Draco." I sighed, and wondered on my own why he was even in the girls bathroom.

"What... are you doing here?" I asked, and he seemed to come to his senses. "There's a toll in the school, Hermione. You have to get out of the bathroom, and go back to the common rooms." He said, and I gasped. There was no way that there could be a troll at Hogwarts. How could it get in?

"You..." Draco started again, but then we heard a noise that was way too loud to be that of a witch or wizard. "It's getting close, we'd better go," Draco said, I nodded, and I got out first, wiping my eyes, going to wash my face.

I looked up, and the most disgusting, green troll stared down at me with a dumb look upon it's face. I just looked up at it, wondering if it was all just a dream. It swung, and I leaped to my feet, dodging the club by inches.

"Come back!" Draco hissed, and I ran back. "Hermione!" I heard two other voices, and saw none other then Harry and Ron coming to save me. They both stared up at the troll, as it was unaware of their appearance. It had met it's prey, and it was ready to kill.

I jumped into the stall, and Draco hugged my close, throwing me to the ground as the imp swung and destroyed all the stalls. I looked over at Draco, which was unconscious on the ground.

"Hermione, move!" Harry said, as the troll swung. Acting without thinking, I moved to the sinks. Of course, the troll saw, and swung there, too.

The next thing I saw was Harry hanging upside down, and Ron beating it with God knows what. I sighed and told Ron to use Wingardium Leviosa to take the club away.

Ron tried, but horribly mispronounced it. Magically the club did, in fact, floated on top of the trolls head, and then landed center straight. From the corner of my eye, I saw Draco drop his wand, and pass out again.

After a moment of being in a state of shock, Professor McGonagall came in and lectured me about having to be 'responsible,' and the importance of it. I blanked out, and just stared at her. "Now, go on." She instructed us, and we walked out, but I didn't leave without looking more at Draco.

But he was already gone.

(Regular POV)

Professor Dumbledore walked calmly in the dark of night, using no light. He had the corridors memorized.

He was thinking about his sister, Ariana, who had passed away so many years ago. It was at this time, when he couldn't help but think of his family. His mother and sister, dead, and gone; his father, locked in Azkaban, dead also, body in unknown places; and his dear, dear brother, with his goats. He sighed as he walked through the Gryffindor portrait hole.

He walked up the stairs and into the girl's dormitory. They were all snoring and breathing peacefully. He sighed again at the memory of his deceased sister.

He went to Hermione, the most recognizable of the bunch, and waved his wand over her forehead. In the morning, she would remember nothing of Draco Malfoy, except that he was a bully, and that he was someone that she could not mess with.

He walked out, satisfied with his work, and walked on to the dungeons, to set Draco's memory free. When he had done so, he saw something not amity on his face. His forehead was wrinkled, and he was sweating like mad.

Dumbledore just shook his head, chuckled sadly and walked away. The only reason he was like that was because Dumbledore had just interrupted one of Draco's dreams. Yes, Draco Malfoy was dreaming of Hermione Granger.

And that was not the last time he dreamed about her.


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