Impossible Reality

Author's Notes: At long last, the end of my first HP fic. After a lot of modifications, prolonged staring in space, colorful imaginations, Shift-F7, scratch papers, boring classes, and a lot more, I've completed this short story, where enemies formed civil associations with one another, and where foes fall in love. There may be a few loose strings but as that is not the focus of my story, I am not inclined to include it here.

This is where the supposed prologue appears as the epilogue of the story, for those of you who have read this before chapter five (Falling) was uploaded. The characters in the last two chapters, especially the previous one, may have been acting a little bit OOC. I tried hard not to make it so. This one, too, may have a bit of OOCness. Pardon me.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of those who read my fic. Those who have read this when it first came out, and for those who read this when the last chapters came out.

A big thank you to: Don't have 1 yet! (cherryskitz2277), Jo12, Candicane, Sabriel41, Oh-Dear, Imperfectionist ;D, Purple Spotted Hedwig, Headmaster Cromwell, Isabel-Evelyn, avri, Wingzo727, Sila-chan, Cateyes1992, hprwhgdmke, Pyrope, malfoy-obsessions, and Spaced Out Space Cadet.

And, special thanks to the following people for being my friends and for encouraging me to continue. To saj aneri, angkat14, hydee, and Shulltiger for supporting me and my fic. *dabs eyes* Joke! *lolz*

Lastly, a few notes before reading. The first part is a bit complicated, well, not really as you'd get it once you read it. Underlined words are Draco's thoughts. Normal text are Hermione's thoughts. Bold paragraphs are the main story. Italicized words are the lyrics of the song.

Disclaimers: All Harry Potter characters are Joanne Katherine Rowling's own work. The songs You're my you and I feel for you are owned by the local singers here namely Nyoy Volante and Kyla, respectively.

Impossible Reality

After two months…

I'm gonna be late… I'm gonna be late…

Where is she? She's supposed to be here by now.

People from all-over came. A few Muggles and a lot of Magical people gathered together for a joyous occasion. Family, friends, previous enemies, professors, colleagues, some ghosts and magical creatures flocked in St. Peter's Basilica, which have been closed from tourists for the occasion.

A tall, pale, blonde male paced back and forth at the entrance of the basilica. He occasionally glances at the driveway, then to the guests, and he'd continue pacing.

"Malfoy," someone had called, and he turned around to see Harry Potter walking towards him, with Ronald Weasley in tow.

"What do you want, Potter?" Draco Malfoy asked in an irritated voice.

"Don't panic. She'll come," Harry assured him.

"Who said that I'm panicking?" he asked incredulously.

"Could have fooled me," Ron muttered under his breath.

"I heard that Weasley," Draco snapped. "She's never been late before," he stated resignedly.

"Understand that this is not any ordinary day," Harry reminded him.

"She's supposed to be prompt on a day such as this," he countered.

Harry laughed and then he slapped Draco's back.

"Don't worry, Malfoy. She'll show up. Just like Ginny did," he said, and with that, he and Ron went inside.

Where is she? Is she already having second thoughts?

I'm late! I'm late! I'm late!

It was five o'clock, supposedly the start of the ceremony. But the bride hasn't arrived yet and the procession is already starting.

Where is she?

The groom had started walking down the aisle, followed by his mother and uncle.

They're starting! Is my hair alright? Will he like my dress?

It's the matron of honor's turn to walk. Ginny Weasley, already four months pregnant, kissed the bride's cheek before walking.

And now, Lavender Brown began to sing the groom's song for the bride.

Every Romeo has a Juliet
Wishful thinkers have their stars

Please let her be here…

The doors opened and the bride slowly walked down the aisle.

That song…

Hopeless romantics each have a lovesong
Played on their guitars
But you, you're everything
This foolish heart can ever define

She's here... She came.

The guests all stood on their feet as they watched the bride make her way towards the groom.

Every wish, every dream
Every prayer come true
I feel so blessed to call you mine

She's… beautiful.

Oh… my…

The crowd watched as they listened to the song that's making the bride's eyes glisten, and half of the women dab their eyes.

She must be the angel sent to save me.

You're my you, even more
No one else I'll adore

How could he have fallen for me?

You're my you, in my mind
Simply one of a kind

I'm… Muggle-born.

You're the one who never fails to brighten my day
My princess in every fairy tale

How can I deserve such goodness in my bleak life?

The bride looks up to face her husband-to-be, as he offers his hand and she takes it. Together, they stand side-by-side, ready to say their vows.

You're my morning 'till night
Such a beautiful sight
You're my you

"Do you, Draco Malfoy, take Hermione Granger…"

~*~

The sound of tinkling glasses filled the hall as the guests tapped their glasses to which the newly-weds promptly shared a kiss. A round of applause and cheers followed as the couple broke their kiss.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the newly-weds to dance their first dance as husband and wife, to the tune of the bride's choice of song."

Another round of applause broke out as Draco slowly led Hermione to the dance floor as the first notes of the song sounded. He slowly guided her to him, as his arm wrapped around her waist, and she laid her hand on his shoulder. They gently swayed to the music, when the lyrics of the song came in.

"Is it true?" Draco asked, a hint of laughter heard in his voice.

Hermione cocked her head to the side to look at him.

"What?"

"That when we first met, your world looked brighter?" he was grinning mischievously at her.

"Hmmm… as a matter of fact, yes," she answered seriously.

Draco's face faulted as Hermione continued.

"You see, you made my life close to hell. So I'd say, it is bright because of the fires blazing and…"

She was cut off as his laughter sounded across the room. She grinned at him and shook her head at his gullibility.

Once his laughter died down, his face sobered and he posed a request to her.

"Sing for me," he said, touching his cheek against her forehead.

"I feel for you. I mean I truly love you. In my heart and in my soul, you are my love, you are my own. I feel for you. I mean I'll always love you. Because to me you are a dream come true…" she sang softly to his ear, as they swayed to the rhythm of the music and were dimly aware that other coupled have joined in.

Epilogue

The night was clear. Thousands of stars glittered in the sky. The reflected light of the moon glowed in the dark, illuminating the figure of a woman on a balcony. She wore an iridescent white nightgown under a flowing silk robe. Her soft curls were ruffled by the breeze and her barefoot toes curled with the sudden coldness.

Pulling her robe tighter, she leaned on the railing and stared at the sky as memories flash through her mind. Events, persons, things ran in a movie in her head, of years long ago and recent ones. She remembered of how she ended in this position. Back then, back in her school days, she would have slapped any person who would have dared imagining her in this situation. But now, she would just smile and say that she can't think of being anywhere else.

The day had been like a dream. People from allover came. Family, friends, acquaintances, former professors, superiors, and some magical creatures attended. She wore a spaghetti-strapped long white dress under a heavily beaded lace gown. Her hair was piled up, adorned with a tiara and a few face-framing tendrils. Her veil covered her made-up face and concentrating eyes as she looked at her husband-to-be who stood near the altar, waiting for his bride.

Another breeze blew and the woman decided that getting sick was not in her plans of having the perfect honeymoon so she turned and walked towards the glass door to the bedroom. She slipped in the space she left open and surveyed the room, as she had not really seen it the first time when they arrived earlier.

White curtains and draperies rippled as the wind swept through the room. An ornate wardrobe and a dressing table are the only other furniture in the room, aside from the bed and the chaise lounge outside, with intricate carvings of intertwined vines and roses, whose cherry-colored varnish was a big contrast to the cream-colored walls. The four-poster queen-sized bed is in the same color and with the same carvings of the other furniture, with two layers of curtains, white silk and lace, hanging on the rosebud covered rod. On one side of the bed, the silk curtain was tied to one of the posts, giving a glimpse of what lies on the bed. Pillows of different sizes covered in the same white silk as the curtains in disarray, blending in with the rumpled quilt that was tossed on one side, almost completely covering a sleeping form.

Her husband.

A smile was caught on her lips as her eyes settled on that sleeping man. His hair was brushed to one side, revealing a face wreathed in peace, and satisfaction. He stirred and twisted, his right arm reaching the other side of the bed, showing bare broad shoulders and slightly muscled arms. When he reached nothing, he slowly opened his eyes and found her watching him.

"I thought you ran away," came his sleepy drawl, as he propped himself on the pillows he rearranged so he could look fully on her.

"I would have," she said, as she slid the glass door behind and started towards him, "if it were about three years ago." She stopped on the edge of the bed and lifted the lacy hangings behind her. "But now," she continued softly, her eyes meeting his gaze, "I'm staying," she finished with a smile.

"Why three years ago?" he asked, pulling her to him.

She raised an eyebrow at him before twisting and pulling the comforter towards them. "You have that, um, nickname for me, remember? It's…"

He kissed her quickly on the lips before she could utter that word.

"But I don't call you that anymore," he said, a soft smile forming on his lips. "Besides," he continued, the smile turning mischievous, "you also have a special name for me which is…"

It was her turn to silence him with a kiss. And she was very thorough with it, as if to make them forget, again, the past that happened years ago.

"We were immature then," she concluded seconds later, as she turned to curl in front of him.

He wrapped his right arm to her waist and held her close. His left arm pillowed her head as he immersed himself on the scent of her hair.

"Yes," he agreed. "But that was in the past," he said, stroking her arm while fumbling with the knot of her robe.

"Uh-huh," she muttered. She twisted in her place until she was facing him again. "I'm glad we turned out this way," she told him with a smile.

"This would have never been if it weren't for that assignment," he said, as he finally undid the knot and is now working on easing the robe off her.

When she realized what he had been doing, and his intent, she shook her head with a grin.

"You still are impossible, you know."

"I know," he answered smiling.

"But I love you, despite that."

"And I you."

Sealing that with a kiss, he reached out for a string and the silk curtains fell down.

FIN

Last notes: For those of you familiar with the song I feel for you, you'd say that that's not a danceable song. I know… But I just think that the lyrics are quite appropriate for what Hermione's feelings for Draco are.

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