A/N: I do not own Harry Potter, but gods if you so wish me to…please send him and Draco wrapped up in a box.
J Actually I just love writing so don't hate me. I know Draco seems oddly un-Draco-ish in this chapter but hey my plot, my manipulation. p. Anyways this is the last bit before the Epiolge which is like half done already.

Song: The Calling, Wherever You Will Go ENJOY my darlings.

"I hate him, I hate him so much! I never want to see him again! I never want to think about him! I hate him! Gin, I hate him so much, it bloody hurts!"
Crumpled, white, used tissues lay strewn across the Gryffindor common room floor. The fire crackled warmly from behind the grate, the room thrown into a calming ocean of red and gold, but broken apart by the young girl spilling her broken heart out upon her best friend's nightdress.

Hermione had returned shortly after midnight, to find the tower clear of students. It was how she wanted it. She had fallen just short of the portrait hole and collapsed into a heap.

Her delicate cheeks had become pink from the fall of endless tears that threatened to strip her flesh to the bone.

Ginny had found her soon after. Taking her friend into her caring arms, Hermione had spilled out every detail of her encounter with Draco. The lives of four boxes of tissues had been sacrificed.

Ginny's kind warming heart made her the perfect outlet for Hermione's troubles. She had listened wordlessly through out her best friend retailing, supplying her with a fresh tissue when the old became unusable.

"…I hate him so much, it really hurts!"

Stroking Hermione's bushy hair soothingly, Ginny nodded, "I know! I know it hurts…" Breathing silently, she slid off her chair and knelt before Hermione.

Gently she cupped Hermione's face in her hands, and raised the brunette's bloodshot eyes to meet her own. A gentle smile spread across her freckled face. "But I also know you don't hate him."

Shocked, Hermione pulled back. "Yes I do," she demanded defensively. "I hate him. I hate him with every fibre of my being, every strand of my hair, every beat of my heart!"

"Then why are you crying?" Hermione paused, and Ginny continued- "If you hate him so much, why are you crying for him?" The younger girl stood up- even in her nightdress she looked mature.

Hermione had so much respect for the young Weasley- she was full of a sort of wisdom that others would never posses. Hermione was wise through books, but Ginny, well, she was wise through experience. At the right moments she'd often say the thing you needed to hear, even if you didn't want to hear it.

"You love him! You love him so much it it's killing you to admit it. But you will admit it. I know you love him, because you hate him so much just for even living."

Hermione stared.

"If you hated him, and I mean truly hated him, you wouldn't be crying right now. You wouldn't give two flicks of your wand if he had kissed even the Bloody Barron,"

Despite herself, Hermione gave a small chuckle, and Ginny smiled lovingly. "But you are crying. You're crying because you love him, and you feel like he's betrayed you." Ginny sighed, defeated. "He only did it because of you. He was outside the Fat Lady trying to get in to see you. Lavender took advantage of him being desperate and pretended she had information on you."

"Why?" Hermione asked, perplexed. Ginny shrugged, giving her friend a half smile.

"Most probably, to add another notch upon her bedpost." Both girls sniggered- it was exactly the sort of thing Lavender would do. "Even still..." Ginny placed a hand upon Hermione's- "what are you going to do?"

So lately, I've been wondering
Who will be there to take my place
When I'm gone, you'll need love
To light the shadows on your face
If a great wave should fall
It would fall upon us all
And between the sand and stone

"I have to go and find him, and tell him…tell him that I…"

Could you make it on your own?

"I hate you!" Draco had heard those words before. Despise, repulsive, sickening and loathing were words that Draco had once been so used to, they would have washed across him, like a pebble to water.

But to hear those words from someone whom you had just confessed your love to? The only person you had confessed such feelings to? No description on earth could match the pain that Draco was now feeling with every beat of his broken heart.

With every step he took, Malfoy was getting further and further away from his grip on reality. His world had become a blur of dull pastel colours. He walked through three ghosts, one of which was the Bloody Baron, and never once noticed the chill of the wandering dead that shuddered up his spine.

"I hate you!"

"I hate you!" "I hate you!"

"I hate you!"

They were the only words to penetrate him! They played so loudly in his head that he was immune to the call of his name, which echoed in the floors above his head.


If I could, then I would,
I'll go wherever you will go

"Draco!"

Way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go…

"Draco! Draco! Draco!"

Everything Ginny had said made sense. Hermione knew how she felt; she knew those words she had iced Draco with were words she had said out of fear and rage. She knew they weren't the three words she should have said. 'I' and 'you', maybe, but not 'hate'. 'Hate' had no place within Hermione's heart.

And maybe, I'll find out
The way to make it back someday

As she ran, down the corridors of Hogwarts calling out Draco's name, she became frantic. What if he wouldn't forgive her? What if she couldn't find him? What if she never got a chance to tell him, just how she felt? What if? WHAT IF?

"DRACO!"


To watch you, to guide you,
Through the darkest of your days
If a great wave should fall
It would fall upon us all
Well I hope there's someone out there
Who can bring me back to you

Hermione shot across the second floor stairs, just as Draco turned to go down to the first floor. Spotting him, she called his name.

Her voice echoed around the corridor. Draco did not turn. He was lost within himself.
Calling again, Hermione strained her vocal cords with effort.

Something in Draco's brain broke the pattern. The line of 'I hate you's was broken by a frantic, desperate call. He blinked. Was he hearing things?

Turning, he looked back above him. There on the balcony above, staring down at him, obviously out of breath, was Hermione! His jaw fell.

This had to be a trick of the light or something. "…Hermione?"

If I could, then I would,
I'll go wherever you will go

Hermione did not move- she stayed on her balcony. Staring down at the lost boy below her! Tears swamped her eyes as she fought to remain standing.

"Draco, I'm sorry," she called down to him, her voice strained. She had been yelling so hard before, it was beginning to crack. "I don't hate you! I'm sorry. I was just hurt. When Lavender… I… she… I thought you were replacing me!" As her voice became tighter, and strained with panic, Hermione closed her eyes to stop the tears from falling out of her rapidly swelling eyes.


Way up high, or down low,
I'll go wherever you will go

Draco could still hardly believe that she was standing above him, let alone that she was apologising to him! Hadn't this fight been his entire fault?

Runaway with my heart…

And just what did she mean, 'replacing'? He could never, would never replace her! She was everything to him. 'I don't just confess my love to anyone….' Before Hermione, Draco didn't even know what TRUE love was.


Runaway with my hope…

Was this? Was she?


Runaway with my love…

True love?

I know now, just quite how
My life and love might still go on

Hermione was now walking down the stair case. Her vision was still blurring as she fought to keep Draco in her sight. She didn't want to see him go again. She didn't want to see them part from each other's arms again.


In your heart and your mind
I'll stay with you for all of time

Draco stepped towards her, as she took the last step onto his level. Their level!

"Draco, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I don't hate you…"

He couldn't take it anymore!

With one step, he swept her into his arms. Her body fell into his, as he lifted her from the floor, holding her for dear life. He closed his eyes tight, burying his face into her hair.

Tears fell from Draco's grey eyes. He didn't care, not anymore. He just wanted to hold her, to be with her.

To love her!

If I could, then I would,
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go

If it was possible, Hermione would have died right there. To once again be in Draco's arms. To once again be comforted by his love. To just be as they were now, untouched by lies, naked against the truth. This was a pure as they had ever been. And they both knew it!

They both felt it!

If I could turn back time…

"Hermione, I'm sorry!" Pulling away from her, he wiped his eyes, "I'm so sorry, I... I can't even remember the reason we broke up… just please… please take me back, I'm begging…"

"You don't have to beg!" Hermione raised her hand to Draco's cheek and smoothed away the last of his tears. "I love you."


I'll go wherever you will go…

"I love you too."


If I could make you mine…

"Then of course… I'll take you back." She smiled, sealing his worries with a kiss.


I'll go wherever you will go…

A/N: Don't hate me. I love you all. I just want to write. So I hope you liked. Stay tuned for the Epilogue, and I'll finish this off soon.
Love ya
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