a/n thank you very much if you reviewed the last chapter, or even if you just read it. This is the final chapter in the story so I hope you enjoy... this is sort of an alternate ending almost.
Draco POV:
It's been two days since the dance and my life is going crooked.
I was having a good night but ever since then every little "accident" imaginable has been aimed right at me, compliments of the Slytherin House.
They hate me now. Dumbledore had to give me a room in the prefect area so the Slytherins couldn't reach me.
The only upside is that Hermione's a prefect, so I'm near her now.
Hermione POV:
Poor Draco.
He's been so harassed by his house that he was given a prefect's room.
I'm heading over to talk to him.
I knock on the door, apparently setting off something.
"Go away Crabbe and Goyle," not again! Those two have been the hardest on him.
"Draco it's me," I call in.
The door unlocks so I quickly enter and shut the door. He's lying on his bed with a Mood Music Charm on. It plays music that fits the mood you're in. I recognize the song; It's Easier to Run, by Linkin Park.
"Bad mood?" I tease, but the song stays.
"Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past, playing back these memories I wish I didn't have..." he sings along, "sounds proper, huh?"
"Draco," I coo, and walk over.
I hug him and he embraces me back. After a few seconds the song changes to My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion.
"That's better," I whisper into his hair.
"Hermione?" he asks after a few seconds of silence.
"Yeah?" I whisper.
"You know I love you, right?" he asks stupidly.
"Of course," I answer. Duh I do. How could he ask?
"You love me too, right?" with the even stupider question.
"Yeah."
"Even if I made a stupid choice?" he asks.
"Sure, but I'd worry," of course.
"Good," he sets me off.
I let go and back off a little, "What happened?"
He slowly rolls up his sleeves and there are bruises and crimson bandages.
I look up. Did he cut himself?
"I went to my father for help, but, he, well..." he doesn't have to finish.
I start to say something but he goes on, "He also... well here," he hands me a copy of the Daily Prophet.
I look on the cover and my heart stops:
MALFOY MURDER
"Oh my... you mean... and your mom, oh God, Draco!" I can't believe it. "This settles it!"
"Settles what?" he's sniffing.
"You are coming with me!" she yells.
It hits me hard, but it doesn't at the same time. She's right, I should really do something.
"I guess so..." I'm so uncertain. "But the money, I mean, how can we both live off enough money for one person?"
"You're right..." she sounds defeated.
Then I remember the loop hole. My mother always told me that I was in her will to receive two things...
"That's why you're moving in with me!" I throw her off.
"What?"
"My mother... she always said that she would leave me two things in her will. One's money, lots of it too, millions of dollars in muggle money. The other is a house. A huge one, big as a mansion."
"But, my parents Draco," she sounds uncertain.
"They could live there too," there's enough room for sure.
"But in a wizarding community?"
"It's not there. It's a muggle house, my mother's hideout in hard times, my dad doesn't even know about it!"
"I'll send a letter immediately," she smiles, kisses me, and then runs for the owlery.
TWELVE YEARS LATER:
Well, it worked! We live in the mansion together and we have never felt better.
We can buy whatever we need, or want. Whatever dollars can't buy, sickles can.
I even stocked a room full of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Jellybeans, though I really don't know why. I do know one thing though: I have never tasted so many terrible flavored things in my life! I've even started to sort the good from the bad.
As for Hermione, she could only ask for one more thing. And as for that, we're expecting it in three months, a boy too.
She even got Harry, Sirius Black (who is apparently Harry's godfather, who would've guessed?) and the Weasley's living here.
No one has ever felt better!
THE END
a/n: so what do you think? This ending or the other one? Please review and let me know!