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Author's Notes: Huge delay, yes I know. Hopefully you have not forgotten about me. This will most likely be the last chapter, as there is little to say. Yes, "An Affair to Remember" and well as "Sleepless in Seattle" have similar endings. Mine will have more of an "Affair" twist. Thanks to Avri, Panda, PheonixRae, Serenity, May Houston, Erin, as well as everyone else who reviewed my story. You made this beginning author's first experience great. I'm starting a new story immediately, probably going to be titled "This Is How I Say I Love You". Yes, Draco/Hermione, what else? Much love - AndSheFalls
"I'm not saying there wasn't nothing wrong
I just didn't think you'd ever get tired of me
I'm now saying we ever had the right to hold on
I just didn't wanna let it get away from me
But if that's how it's gonna leave
Straight out from underneath
Then we'll see who's sorry now"
-Matchbox Twenty, "Leave"
The nest six months were the most interesting of Hermione's life, she would say later. They passed both slowly and quickly, some days were painful, others numb in their dullness. One thing's for sure - the days did pass. The New Years came and went, Hermione celebrated alone in her apartment. Then came February, a cold, dreary month that had always seemed unimportant to Hermione.
Draco's world, however, had changed dramatically. In December he moved to California, as Ella really had liked the warm weather better compared to England. He never tried to see Hermione, and was renting a place farther down the coast from where Hermione lived in a place called Carmel. It was a quiet, seaside town. Ella was adjusting well.
Neither had heard a word about the other since Draco left Hermione in the bathtub that August morning.
Finally, February the 13th rolled around, just like every other day had. Ella was being schooled by Draco for the time being, so she'd be coming with him to the bridge tomorrow. Was he nervous? Deep down, Draco was shaking. It was an anxious feeling...like there was a kangaroo on steroids inside him doing tap dance. So yeah, he was nervous!
Hermione, on the other hand, decided to take today off work, as there was little business anyway. She planned on relaxing, not thinking too hard about what tomorrow might bring. Hermione was fairly confident Draco would come. What had happened that August morning was a misunderstanding. Surely nothing could end what Hermione and Draco had found in each other when the odds were against them?
Six months had not changed Hermione. She still took great pride in her job, and still had a pretty much nonexistent social life. After Draco, she realized it really didn't matter if she had a ton of friends she could call whenever. She found what she wanted, a family. Draco had kept himself busy with Ella, and he got to know her a little better each passing day. She was no chatter-box, and still preferred to speak only when absolutely necessary. She and her dad were taking little steps, and neither had a problem with that.
February 14. Valentine's Day. A day that traditionally celebrated the keeping apart of lovers. Sam Blaskower was rushing to the SF Airport to meet his wife. He promised he'd be there right on time, and just now, he was anything but on time. He shoved more money through the space in the glass at the taxi driver, begging him to step on it.
Hermione planned on being there early. She wore a long black skirt, and a dark grey jacket against the cold. He hair, a little longer than before, was pulled into a low ponytail, but pieces had escaped in her anxiousness to arrive early. Even she was surprised how restless she was.
Draco bundled Ella up, knowing the wind could be cold.
"Would you like to see Hermione again, Ella?" Draco asked, kneeling in front of her. Ella nodded with wide eyes.
Draco tried not to act nervous, but he had trouble getting his arm through the hole of his black jacket. He had to stop, take a breath, then try again. Ella didn't know whther to giggle or try and comfort her dad. Why was he being so silly?
Sam Blaskower remembered the last time he had broken a promise to his wife. She'd threatened to leave, saying he was untrustworthy and probably having an affair.
The taxi driver glanced awkwardly in the rearview mirror at the restless passenger. He was making him nervous.
Hermione parked at one side of the bridge, and jumped out of her car, already looking around for a blonde haired man.
Draco paid his taxi driver, and took Ella's hand as they walked onto the bridge side-walk at the opposite end of the bridge from Hermione.
Sam Blaskower started tapping impatiently on the glass dividing himself from the driver. The driver looked up and tried to signal to Sam he couldn't hear him.
Hermione broke into a jog as she rushed to get onto the bridge's pathway. She leapt up onto the foot-high cement barrier dividing bystanders and traffic, and began to loose her balance.
Maybe it was Sam's fault. Maybe it was the wind. Maybe it was something out of either Draco or Hermione's power that stopped them from meeting this Valentine's Day.
Hermione started to regain her balance, barely. The driver of Sam's taxi began to swerve into on-coming traffic, utterly distracted by Sam, and quickly jerked the steering wheel in the opposite direction. Right into the space Hermione began to fall into.
The accident was over in a split second. Traffic was blocked, and someone with a cell phone jumped out and dialed for an ambulance quickly. Sam and the driver suffered minor injuries. Hermione was unconscious and clinging to life.
Draco would hear the sirens of the ambulance, but wouldn't think twice about them. He was too busy watching and waiting for a familiar lady to come rushing his way. It would be eleven at night before Draco would pick up Ella, and say, "Common kiddo, time to go home."
Hermione woke up a day later. Her injuries were not as bad as they could've been. A man with black hair was leaning over her, and as her eyes adjusted and came into focus, she notices a familiar scar on his forehead.
"Harry?" Hermione's mouth was dry and she felt like she'd been running for days on end. But she couldn't feel her feet.
The man smiled, and quieted her when she began to ask another question. "Rosa sent for me," he said quietly.
"How bad is it?" Hermione asked. She had a vague memory of the accident.
"'Mione...Hermione, your back is broken, love." Hermione didn't mention Draco. She knew it was a lost cause now.
A week passed. Draco was considering going back to England. Harry had moved in with Hermione until she found a room-mate and got used to moving around in her wheelchair. It took a day or two, but she eventually told Harry what she had been doing on the bridge that day. Harry said he'd keep his eyes open for Draco around town, but Hermione knew better than to think he'd stuck around, if he'd even shown. Hermione was starting to hope he hadn't even been there.
One somewhat dreary night, Harry had left the apartment to go get a drink at a little restaurant on the same block as Flourish and Blotts. Hermione was asleep, wiped out. It hadn't taken her long to accept the fact she might never walk again. It was mind-boggling to Harry though. As he sipped his drink, he made the decision to propose to his girlfriend of eight months when he got back to England. Life could change to quickly to hesitate on those kind of things. He placed some bills on the counter, and was getting up to leave when someone came inside. It was a tall blonde man carrying a child. They sat in a booth, and Harry could see this was unmistakably Draco Malfoy, even though they hadn't seen each other since seventh year. Draco caught Harry staring, and met his gaze for an instant before looking away. Harry walked over.
Draco had decided to find Hermione, he needed closure as to why she hadn't been there. Flourish and Blotts was already closed. No one answered at her apartment. He didn't know of any friends to call.
"Hello, Malfoy." Draco looked like he really wasn't interested in chatting, but motioned for Harry to sit down.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Drack asked Harry. Harry declined, but got straight to the point.
"Been in town long?" Draco shook his head, no.
"Thinking of going back." Draco replied.
After a beat, Harry said, "You need to see her before you leave."
Draco didn't bother to ask how Harry knew, as thousands of thoughts raced through his mind.
"Are you seeing her, Harry?" Harry considered why Draco would even ask this, then answered.
"No."
Harry took Draco and Ella back to Hermione's apartment. She was up and moving around in her chair. When she heard the door open, she said loudly, "Back so soon, Harry? 'Spected you'd gone to call that girlfriend of yours. You really can use my pho...-" Her voice faded as she saw who walked through the door.
As it had always been with Draco, no words were needed. With one look he took in the wheelchair and the mixed expression on her face. Anger wasn't there.
Ella rushed over and jumped onto Hermione's lap. Draco grinned.
The End.
Author's Notes: Huge delay, yes I know. Hopefully you have not forgotten about me. This will most likely be the last chapter, as there is little to say. Yes, "An Affair to Remember" and well as "Sleepless in Seattle" have similar endings. Mine will have more of an "Affair" twist. Thanks to Avri, Panda, PheonixRae, Serenity, May Houston, Erin, as well as everyone else who reviewed my story. You made this beginning author's first experience great. I'm starting a new story immediately, probably going to be titled "This Is How I Say I Love You". Yes, Draco/Hermione, what else? Much love - AndSheFalls
"I'm not saying there wasn't nothing wrong
I just didn't think you'd ever get tired of me
I'm now saying we ever had the right to hold on
I just didn't wanna let it get away from me
But if that's how it's gonna leave
Straight out from underneath
Then we'll see who's sorry now"
-Matchbox Twenty, "Leave"
The nest six months were the most interesting of Hermione's life, she would say later. They passed both slowly and quickly, some days were painful, others numb in their dullness. One thing's for sure - the days did pass. The New Years came and went, Hermione celebrated alone in her apartment. Then came February, a cold, dreary month that had always seemed unimportant to Hermione.
Draco's world, however, had changed dramatically. In December he moved to California, as Ella really had liked the warm weather better compared to England. He never tried to see Hermione, and was renting a place farther down the coast from where Hermione lived in a place called Carmel. It was a quiet, seaside town. Ella was adjusting well.
Neither had heard a word about the other since Draco left Hermione in the bathtub that August morning.
Finally, February the 13th rolled around, just like every other day had. Ella was being schooled by Draco for the time being, so she'd be coming with him to the bridge tomorrow. Was he nervous? Deep down, Draco was shaking. It was an anxious feeling...like there was a kangaroo on steroids inside him doing tap dance. So yeah, he was nervous!
Hermione, on the other hand, decided to take today off work, as there was little business anyway. She planned on relaxing, not thinking too hard about what tomorrow might bring. Hermione was fairly confident Draco would come. What had happened that August morning was a misunderstanding. Surely nothing could end what Hermione and Draco had found in each other when the odds were against them?
Six months had not changed Hermione. She still took great pride in her job, and still had a pretty much nonexistent social life. After Draco, she realized it really didn't matter if she had a ton of friends she could call whenever. She found what she wanted, a family. Draco had kept himself busy with Ella, and he got to know her a little better each passing day. She was no chatter-box, and still preferred to speak only when absolutely necessary. She and her dad were taking little steps, and neither had a problem with that.
February 14. Valentine's Day. A day that traditionally celebrated the keeping apart of lovers. Sam Blaskower was rushing to the SF Airport to meet his wife. He promised he'd be there right on time, and just now, he was anything but on time. He shoved more money through the space in the glass at the taxi driver, begging him to step on it.
Hermione planned on being there early. She wore a long black skirt, and a dark grey jacket against the cold. He hair, a little longer than before, was pulled into a low ponytail, but pieces had escaped in her anxiousness to arrive early. Even she was surprised how restless she was.
Draco bundled Ella up, knowing the wind could be cold.
"Would you like to see Hermione again, Ella?" Draco asked, kneeling in front of her. Ella nodded with wide eyes.
Draco tried not to act nervous, but he had trouble getting his arm through the hole of his black jacket. He had to stop, take a breath, then try again. Ella didn't know whther to giggle or try and comfort her dad. Why was he being so silly?
Sam Blaskower remembered the last time he had broken a promise to his wife. She'd threatened to leave, saying he was untrustworthy and probably having an affair.
The taxi driver glanced awkwardly in the rearview mirror at the restless passenger. He was making him nervous.
Hermione parked at one side of the bridge, and jumped out of her car, already looking around for a blonde haired man.
Draco paid his taxi driver, and took Ella's hand as they walked onto the bridge side-walk at the opposite end of the bridge from Hermione.
Sam Blaskower started tapping impatiently on the glass dividing himself from the driver. The driver looked up and tried to signal to Sam he couldn't hear him.
Hermione broke into a jog as she rushed to get onto the bridge's pathway. She leapt up onto the foot-high cement barrier dividing bystanders and traffic, and began to loose her balance.
Maybe it was Sam's fault. Maybe it was the wind. Maybe it was something out of either Draco or Hermione's power that stopped them from meeting this Valentine's Day.
Hermione started to regain her balance, barely. The driver of Sam's taxi began to swerve into on-coming traffic, utterly distracted by Sam, and quickly jerked the steering wheel in the opposite direction. Right into the space Hermione began to fall into.
The accident was over in a split second. Traffic was blocked, and someone with a cell phone jumped out and dialed for an ambulance quickly. Sam and the driver suffered minor injuries. Hermione was unconscious and clinging to life.
Draco would hear the sirens of the ambulance, but wouldn't think twice about them. He was too busy watching and waiting for a familiar lady to come rushing his way. It would be eleven at night before Draco would pick up Ella, and say, "Common kiddo, time to go home."
Hermione woke up a day later. Her injuries were not as bad as they could've been. A man with black hair was leaning over her, and as her eyes adjusted and came into focus, she notices a familiar scar on his forehead.
"Harry?" Hermione's mouth was dry and she felt like she'd been running for days on end. But she couldn't feel her feet.
The man smiled, and quieted her when she began to ask another question. "Rosa sent for me," he said quietly.
"How bad is it?" Hermione asked. She had a vague memory of the accident.
"'Mione...Hermione, your back is broken, love." Hermione didn't mention Draco. She knew it was a lost cause now.
A week passed. Draco was considering going back to England. Harry had moved in with Hermione until she found a room-mate and got used to moving around in her wheelchair. It took a day or two, but she eventually told Harry what she had been doing on the bridge that day. Harry said he'd keep his eyes open for Draco around town, but Hermione knew better than to think he'd stuck around, if he'd even shown. Hermione was starting to hope he hadn't even been there.
One somewhat dreary night, Harry had left the apartment to go get a drink at a little restaurant on the same block as Flourish and Blotts. Hermione was asleep, wiped out. It hadn't taken her long to accept the fact she might never walk again. It was mind-boggling to Harry though. As he sipped his drink, he made the decision to propose to his girlfriend of eight months when he got back to England. Life could change to quickly to hesitate on those kind of things. He placed some bills on the counter, and was getting up to leave when someone came inside. It was a tall blonde man carrying a child. They sat in a booth, and Harry could see this was unmistakably Draco Malfoy, even though they hadn't seen each other since seventh year. Draco caught Harry staring, and met his gaze for an instant before looking away. Harry walked over.
Draco had decided to find Hermione, he needed closure as to why she hadn't been there. Flourish and Blotts was already closed. No one answered at her apartment. He didn't know of any friends to call.
"Hello, Malfoy." Draco looked like he really wasn't interested in chatting, but motioned for Harry to sit down.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Drack asked Harry. Harry declined, but got straight to the point.
"Been in town long?" Draco shook his head, no.
"Thinking of going back." Draco replied.
After a beat, Harry said, "You need to see her before you leave."
Draco didn't bother to ask how Harry knew, as thousands of thoughts raced through his mind.
"Are you seeing her, Harry?" Harry considered why Draco would even ask this, then answered.
"No."
Harry took Draco and Ella back to Hermione's apartment. She was up and moving around in her chair. When she heard the door open, she said loudly, "Back so soon, Harry? 'Spected you'd gone to call that girlfriend of yours. You really can use my pho...-" Her voice faded as she saw who walked through the door.
As it had always been with Draco, no words were needed. With one look he took in the wheelchair and the mixed expression on her face. Anger wasn't there.
Ella rushed over and jumped onto Hermione's lap. Draco grinned.
The End.