A/N: I'm back after a five month absence! (: Hahaha, I apologise POFUSELY and I'm terribly sorry! But anyway, I kinda lost my momentum on this story..So if this is kinda crappy, I'm sorry!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter otherwise I'd be living it up in money and meeting Tom Felton.

Hermione walked briskly past the crowds of past Hogwarts students, all jostling and pushing and shoving to say their last goodbyes to their friends. It was, of course, the last and finale day of the 'Hogwarts Tenth Year Reunion', the end of two weeks of torrent and messed up feelings for Hermione. The end of two weeks of life changing decisions; decisions she hoped, would not haunt her for life.

Gripping her farewell presents tightly in her arms, a firm but wane smile on her tired face, Hermione pushed her way through the large mass of wizards and witches, turning into a corner into a damp and shady corridor.

"Oh shit!" she cursed and swore violently as she crashed right into someone and promptly dropped all her presents.

That person calmly instead bent down and helped her pick up her presents.

"Oh, thanks!" Hermione muttered, still busy picking up the presents, not looking up at all.

"You're welcome," came that stinging painful familiar voice.

Hermione immediately looked up and she dropped all the presents she held again on the floor, and immediately stood up, carelessly gathering the presents into her arms, muttered a soft thanks and tried to continue her way.

But his hand landed on her elbow, and gripped it tightly in a vice-like grip; and in a smooth move he whirled her around and gripped her by the shoulders, presents flopped down onto the floor.

Hermione struggled, and gave up, and instead focused on her feet.

His fingers laced under her chin, and tilted her head upwards to face him; her chocolate eyes filled with sadness. She had given up being angry at him, she had given up being fustrated at their current situation..Now she only chose to ignore that throbbing pain in her heart, and she only felt empty disappointment and a twist of resent.

"Look at me," he breathed, his breath tickled her neck.

"I don't want to." she replied stubbornly, her eyes glancing anywhere but at his face.

"Hermione.."

She looked him straight in the eyes, and saw that heartmelting smile, she felt herself swoon all over like a hormonal driven teenager all over again. No Hermione, remember Greg!

Draco Malfoy smirked, and smiled a genuine smile.

"There, you looked."

"Only because you're making me look."

"No I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

Draco chuckled, and released his grip slightly, smiling to himself.

"You're so stubborn Hermione."

"You're so annoying Mr. Malfoy."

"Back to last name basis again Hermione?" asked Draco, a hint of hurt in his voice as he stared her straight in the eyes.

"We've always been on last name basis Malfoy." Hermione attempted to hint disgust in her voice, but could not bring herself to do it, and settled with a multi-syllable pronounciation of his last name.

Draco bent closer, his hair falling into her face now, his face was so close, she could feel him breathe.

"Stop denying Hermione. Break off with Smith, you know you don't love him."

Hermione felt herself back away, shaking her head slightly, her curls bouncing.

"No..No, I won't get dragged back into this again." she mummered, glaring at Draco.

"Theres nothing to be dragged into! You love me Hermione, we're both stuck in loveless relationships! Why can't you just break away while you still can?" demanded Draco, he was getting increasingly edgy.

"Can we not talk about this?"

"You have to face the music sometime Hermione, we already have a son. Even if you don't want to accept the fact that I still love you despite everything thats happen, fine. But how can you deny me my son?"

Hermione felt her face turn red, whatever disappointment she felt seemingly increased tenfold, and that twist of resentment? No longer a mere twist.

"Hey, don't drag Elan into this!" she hissed.

"Why not? He's OUR son Hermione! Need I remind you? He's not Gregory Smith's son!" Draco exclaimed, raising his voice.

"Will you keep it down? We are STILL in school grounds mind you!" she snapped.

Draco Malfoy sighed, his face was slightly pink, and he still kept his grip on Hermione's arm.

"Fine." he replied, and lacing his fingers through Hermione's in one swift smooth action, he pulled her into yet another shady corridor, and a few turns and detours, they appeared at the Astronomy Tower.

Pushing a protesting Hermione inside, Draco turned and pulled his wand out, muttered a spell, and large planks of wood latched themselves onto the door, effectively locking it.

Satisfied, Draco turned and faced the annoyed Hermione, now standing by the furthest corner, her arms folded across her chest.

"Alright Hermione, now can we talk?"

"I need to get back down there, my son's downstairs." Hermione retorted, trying to get past Draco.

"Our son is FINE with your new fiance," Draco said, "I need to talk with you."

Hermione bit her lip, still glaring at Draco, "What do you want?"

Draco moved closer, and pressed his lips to Hermione's, her arms fell to her sides, and she reciprocated.

She felt Draco's arms encircle her waist, and suddenly it dawned upon her that she was kissing Draco.

"Oh crap!" she muttered as he continued kissing her, and she quickly broke away.

"Malfoy! Can you please STOP doing that!" she exclaimed, her voice rising.

Draco looked angry, and his eyes flashed dangerously. "Why do you keep denying that you love me? Why let yourself be stuck in a loveless marriage when you have a CHOICE?"

Hermione couldn't answer, and instead tears filled her eyes.

"Because at least I can count on him."

Draco pulled her closer, holding her at arm's length away.

"You can count on me too Hermione, Elan and you; we can be a family again."

Hermione felt stung, the familiar throbbing returned as a full fledge stab into her heart.

"You..You dream the impossible, why do YOU weave such perfect dreams when they are impossible? How do you expect us and Elan to be a family when you already have one? How about that baby in Parkinson's stomach? Another bastard born from wedlock? Its not so easy Malfoy!" she cried out this time, the floodgate opening.

Draco felt pained by her remarks, because he knew they were the truth.

"I..I weave them because they're all I've got." he muttered softly.

Tears streamed down Hermione's eyes as she heard what he said.

"Dr-Draco..I forgive you about seventh year...Lets just put everything behind us and continue with our lives alright?" she said in a softer tone.

Draco looked up in shock, his mind seemed to be registering what she said. Then he gripped her and pulled her into a huge hug.

"No, no, no..Hermione, I rather you not forgive me, but don't return to life with Greg again!" Draco mummered into her hair as he hugged her tightly.

"I need you Hermione."

End of chapter! (: I PROMISE to update sooner this time. definitely not a five month hiatus again. But i'd need MORE REVIEWS to keep me updating! Hahaha. I sound like the evil witch of the west. anyway this chapter is the last day at the reunion, the next day they're all returning to their 'regular' lives. But Draco isn't quite ready to give Hermione up, despite the fact that Pansy is pregnant and stuff, while Hermione is TRYING to return and give him up, and she adopts this sad disappointed attitude about things instead of being all angsty and angry.

WHAT TO LOOK OUT FOR:

Next chapter, we'll continue their conversation, and Hermione makes the biggest decision yet. And more is revealed about Greg's character and who he really is!