It was all over. Well, almost. It was the day of Hogwarts' 7th years' graduation. Everything was over. The children had graduated and Dumbledore had congratulated them all. Hermione had chosen her job (working in the Department of Muggle Artifacts with Mr. Weasley) and was on the last of her goodbyes. She gave Parvati a quick hug and then turned to find Harry and Ron. The three of them were supposed to be going to a small restaurant in Hogsmeade as a celebration. Of course, however, her eyes landed on someone else. Draco Malfoy stood next by himself waiting for a carriage to take him to the train station. His trunk was next to him and an owl cage perched on top of it. Hermione felt her heart clench at the sight of him and the same thoughts that had been plaguing her mind for the past week came to her. "You'll never see him again. It's your last chance. Are you going to pass up on love?" She had thought it would be easy. She could just sit there with Harry and Ron and watch him ride off in some fancy carriage or car with his family to go off to his over-sized mansion. No strings attached. But now, as she watched him wait for one of Hogwarts' carriages all by himself, she felt those same strings pulling her towards him. Now, a new thought passed through her mind, "You could at least make sure there's no chance of anything there." She quickly overcame that thought and sat down next to her things, going through her bag to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. Her quills, parchment, ink, books, and her diary were all there. She gently lifted the diary from her bag and opened it. "I haven't written in this thing since.he kissed Pansy," she muttered as she opened the page and read. I HATE YOU DRACO MALFOY!!!!!!! I hate you so much and it's all because I love you. As much as I hate to say it, I DO love you. No matter what I say, I do love you. But I can't. We'll never be together. And I hate you, you heartless jerk! After May, I'll never see you again. One more month and I'll never see you again. Her loopy green script was scribbled onto the page, and then there was something else, the diary's reply. I love you too, Hermione. More than you'll ever know. "Draco?" she muttered and flipped through the diary, searching for some sign of who was in that diary. She found an all too familiar blue script on the last page. Dearest Hermione, So, did it take you finishing the journal to find this note and figure out that I was in the diary or did you figure it out earlier? It was a simple spell, really. I couldn't tell you everything I wanted to in person. I couldn't help you through your problems like you did me with mine. I couldn't express my feelings towards you. I don't know why. You are the one person I trust more than anything, but I suppose my lack of practice mad incapable of telling the complete truth. In this diary, I can do that. I took a truth potion before I inserted myself into the book, and it was supposed to be extracted from my body and put permanently into this. I do hope it proved useful. I have to go now. I'm supposed to be meeting you in the astronomy tower in a few minutes. Merry Christmas. Love, Draco "Oh my." Hermione stood up and felt her feet moving involuntarily towards the man standing almost one hundred feet away. She tried to maneuver her way through the hordes of people outside of Hogwarts and watched apprehensively as a carriage pulled up in front of him. She moved quicker, more worriedly. Draco's trunk was loaded and his owl was being placed in the seat next to him as she made it through the break in people. She ran after the carriage as fast as she could, her long legs eating up the ground, but she was too late. The carriage started moving. "Draco!" She called hysterically, over and over, but he never heard her. Her foot got caught on a rock protruding from the ground and she fell to her knees. The tears that had been streaming down her face mixed with the dirt on her hands as she cried shamefully into her palms. "I love you. Please. Don't leave me." But he did. That day, Draco Malfoy boarded the train back to London, never looking back to Hogwarts. Never knowing Hermione had chased after him and admitted that she loved him. Never, for one second, forgetting her.

A/N: This story is TBC. Don't leave me yet.