AN- this is the long-awaited last chapter. I'm still really sorry that I didn't post it when I should've. Call it carelessness. I'm so embarrassed - Anyway, I hope you like it. If you don't, let me know. Heck, if you DO let me know too. I love reviews of all types. I'm not prejudiced!
-And when you were born they looked at you and said What a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl
Harry sped to his dorm room, Hermione's note in his hand. It read, "Harry, something terrible has happened. Meet us in Draco's room right away." He climbed the stairs two at a time and upon reaching the room he went straight to the fireplace and flung floo powder into it. "Draco's room!" he shouted as he stepped into the now green flames, and a second later he tumbled onto the stone floor and into Hermione and Draco, who were seated on the small couch in front of the fireplace. Not bothering to brush off the soot and dust, he immediately knelt in front of Hermione. Peering up at her face, he saw the tears streaming out of her eyes. "What's wrong? What happened?"
Wordlessly, she handed him a letter and turned to bury her face into Draco's chest, sobbing. The infamously un-emotional Slytherin was crying silently, and he stroked Hermione's hair as he watched Harry read the letter that ended all hope for them. Looking up, Harry's eyes met Draco's, and he saw the pain and grief filling them. He grabbed Hermione's hand again, and made her look at him.
"Hermione, listen to me. I am going to leave you here, and you can stay as long as you need to. I understand if you don't come back to Gryffindor tonight, I'll tell people you're sick, all right? Just please don't do anything rash. Neither of you need the trouble that could be caused by you disappearing." He stood up and went back to the fire, but before he stepped into the fire and back into this room, he turned back. "I'm sorry for you both. I really am." With that he left.
They stayed in each other's arms the rest of the night, crying and talking in turns. The next morning Draco left, the only witness to his departure was Hermione, who watched from her window, hair blowing in the wind as she leaned out and stared as the chariot flew away. Draco stared back at her, until the forest took over and he could no longer see Hogwarts, let alone her window. It was her face at that last moment, filled with love and sadness, that he remembered for the rest of his life, buried deep in his memories. Neither ever forgot the other, always keeping their love a secret in the bottom of their hearts.
The End
AN-Well? Too fluffy, too angsty, too stupid? What? Let me know please. This was kind of written in a few minutes up in my room in a fury of creativeness, so if there's anything you think needs to be changed or corrected let me know and I'll consider it, k? Thank you for reading this! Anna is Bananas