A/N: I know, this has taken me forever to update, but I haven't really felt like it.. I'm so sorry! I feel so guilty now… actually though, I'm thinking about writing a new story… it would run off of the plot line of the book Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte … but I'm not sure yet, so let me know if would be interested in reading it… except I first have to finish reading the book! …So here is the last chapter of Turning to the Dark Side.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING IN THIS STORY EXCEPT THE PLOT-ALL ELSE BELONGS TO THE TALENTED J.K. ROWLING.

Previously:

"Draco?" Hermione whispered, deep in thought.

"This child," Hermione put Draco's hand on her stomach, "isn't the child in the prophecy…"

~*~

"Now what do we do? Tell Voldermort?" Hermione asked, her voice suddenly quiet.

Chapter 21: Bye-bye Headmaster

Draco stared hard at his wife. She had just brought up a very important detail-What would happen if they would tell Voldermort? Would he through them away in prison? Or would he simply let them live on with their normal life.

Tears had begun to role down Hermione's cheek. "I don't want anything to happen to my baby, Draco," Hermione said in a choked up voice, "I would give my life for our child."

"As would I, love. I'm not quite sure what to do yet. I would suggest telling Dumbledore, but we have been so distant from him that I don't think that would be possible. We could always tell Lucius or Narcissa…"

"No, no no. Dumbledore might be our only hope. How do we know that Lucius would be caring in this situation. He might only be pretending to go along with this because he is afraid to defy Voldermort. My parents would be of no use either. Dumbledore," Hermione finished with a sudden look of triumph.

"Do you really think? We have kind of been insurgent against the light side. He might not be too happy with us and turn us into the ministry."

"Dumbledore wouldn't do that to us and you know it Draco Malfoy. He cares about us more than you think," Hermione backfired.

Draco gave up. When Hermione had her heart set on something he knew she would not give up until there was hard proof. 

Hermione lay back onto the couch. A smile slowly crept across her face.

Ideas formed in Draco's mind. Hermione sure looked seductive like that. Had she something else on her mind? Hermione leaned over and beckoned to Draco with her index finger. Draco grinned sheepishly and crawled over. Draco was about to place his lips on Hermione's when Hermione placed a finger between. She smiled at her husband's assumptions. "I think it's time we go pay our old head master a visit," Hermione said looking Draco straight in the eye.

~*~ (A/N: I was thinking about ending it there, but I decided that since I hadn't updated in forever, I would write more…)

Thud Draco and Hermione landed at the bottom of Dumbledore's fireplace. A startled woman looked up at them.

"Excuse me?" the woman had a high shrill voice like Prof. McGonagall's, "Please state your names."

Hermione got up and brushed all the soot off of her jeans, "My name is Hermione Gra-Malfoy, and this is my husband, Draco Malfoy. We are here to see Professor Dumbledore. Is he available?"

"As in Albus Dumbledore?" the lady asked.

"Yes, that would be him," Draco replied, slightly annoyed with the lady's voice.

"The greatest wizard since Vol- the Dark Lord?" the lady asked again in an equally annoying voice.

"Yes," Hermione practically yelled at the lady, "may we see him?"

"Oh, no I'm afraid not."

"Why not?" Hermione said with clenched teeth. This woman was getting on her nerves and she badly wanted to slap the stupid smile off of her face.

"He retired," the woman winked at Draco seductively, "I am the new headmaster now."

Draco felt nauseous. A 70-some year old being suggestive.

Hermione saw the wink and her bubble popped. She walked, no let me rephrase that, she ran up to the new headmaster and slapped her hard in the face. "Don't you dare do anything like that towards my husband. Do you understand me?" Hermione said and inch away from the now frightened woman's face.

"You must have misinterpreted my actions. I meant noth-"

Hermione cut her off, "Do you understand me?"

"Yes," came the meek reply.

"Thank you. Now if you will be so kind, what is the current address of Albus Dumbledore?" Hermione asked. She seemed to have regained her composure and was now straining to be civil.

A faint smile grew upon the headmaster's thin lips. "He is now currently living at 885 Memorial Lane. You will have to walk around awhile to find it though. Shouldn't be too hard to miss-made completely of a white granite."

"Thank you," Draco said, grabbed Hermione's hand and the couple left the office leaving a smirking headmaster behind.

Once off Hogwarts grounds Draco raised his wand, "Accio Nimbus 2005."

Draco's broom came gliding as if on a wire through the night sky. Draco helped Hermione hop on and got on behind her.

"Ready darling?" Draco whispered into Hermione's ear. He placed one arm protectively around her waist, and the other on the broom.

"Yes," Hermione's muffled reply came.

Draco pushed off the ground and into the starry sky.

~*~

Draco and Hermione had been flying around forever and there was still no sign of a white granite house.

"Maybe we should land and look around. Dumbledore is good at hiding things, and a birds eye view might make it difficult to find," Hermione suggested.

"Good thinking," slowly Draco maneuvered the broom towards the ground.

They happened to land in the depths of a forest. Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and shrunk his broom so it would fit in his pocket. Carefully, Draco and Hermione weaved themselves through trees and scrub. The ended up on a deserted one-way street. They saw a lamppost and walked towards it. A green street sign was posted.

"Memorial Lane. Well this is definitely it. Except all I see is a- oh my Merlin," Hermione was unable to finish as reality soaked in.

"Graveyard," Draco finished for her.

Draco led Hermione to a rod iron gate. He tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. A lock had rusted on and refused to let loose. Draco kicked it hard and the gate made a screech.

Hermione gasped as a bat flew overhead. "Hurry Draco!"

Draco gave the gate one last kick and it swung open. Quickly, Draco and Hermione made there way inside of the cemetery. They quickly found the map. Hermione ran her fingers over it, and when she took them off she saw a fine line of black dirt lining her fingers.

"Memorial for the Greatest Wizards," Hermione read, aghast. She turned to Draco, and he nodded.

They began to walk back and forth down the rows of gravestones, stopping occasionally to read the headings. "Nicholas Flammel: Born: May 27, 1669 Died: January 8, 1998. For his genius achievements, may he rest in peace." Draco read in his deep baritone voice. (A/N: I know the dates may not be correct, but deal with me here…)

"So he finally did die. It was probably for the better. It would have done him no good to be immortal," Hermione sighed.

They continued walking until they reached a grand white granite gravestone.

Hermione looked down at it and began to read (A/N: again, the dates may not be correct…): "Albus Dumbledore: Born: November 12, 1878 Died: August 4, 2003. Hey that's weird, he died yesterday. Today is the 5th."

"Hmmm… read on…" Draco said, puzzled.

"For his heroic efforts in succeeding to rid the world of Lord Voldermort.  Wait, am I reading this correctly?" Hermione asked stunned.

Draco looked down, "Yeah---you---are---correct."

While Draco was frowning, a smile spread up Hermione's face. She began jumping up and down. "We're free Draco! We're free! He's gone! Voldermort's gone! It's all over!"

Draco caught Hermione's excitement and grabbed her by the waist and began spinning her around in circles.

Hermione laughed until she remembered the baby. "Draco," she said between laughter, "this isn't good for the baby, set me down!"

Draco gasped and quickly set her down, hold Hermione tight in his arms. "It's all over," he whispered, "it's all over."

Hermione peeled herself from Draco's arms and bent down to the ground. She picked a daisy and cupped it between her hands. Draco came up from behind her and wrapped her arms around her, his big hands engulfing hers. He slowly pulled her hands apart and the daisy began to flutter, all the way to the ground, not stopping for anything, just like the couple's love, never ceased.

The End.

A/N: Well, there you have it. That was the final chapter. I'm actually really up set to see it go, but I did like the ending. I want to thank all of you for you continuous support, thought out the story. You have all been so helpful. Before I stop writing I wanted to share this info I found in the LMC today…

Draco has two meanings, dragon and snake, hence why he was put into Slytherin. Lucius comes from Lucifer, which is the devils name. Malfoy comes from the Latin root Mal, meaning evil or spite. (Malicious) Narcissa's name is taken from Narcissus, a extremely vain youth from Greek Mythology. That is why Narcissa is always described as dressing extremely to the nines.  

And I can't forget to thank all who reviewed the previous chapter:

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Also thank you to Princess Brittny, my very first reviewer ever for this story! And to everybody in between.

~Jenn~