A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I hope you like this story! Next chapter is the last! But the entire time I've been hinting at the ending. Tomorrow I have a dance dress rehearsal, so I might not get to put up the chapter, but it'll be up by Monday. O yea, in the first chapter how it seems confusing using he and not knowing who it is, but that's why I put this under mystery and tragedy. It's called show don't tell...writing technique. Enjoy!


Chapter 3: Draco's Turn: Out of My Grasp

I had promised myself that no matter what I would not let her slip away again. Putting that simple memory charm on her had been the worst decision of my life. In that one moment I had once again let her go, broke my promise to myself by letting her slip away. But I had made myself believe, convinced myself that it was not my fault. Though I had always had this feeling that I shouldn't have let her get out of my grasp.

That day in the library, I had thought I had made her feel better, but I was wrong, so wrong. She was Head Girl and he was Head boy, so it was bound to happen. I just wondered how Hermione had managed to change a Malfoy.

One night, I had had trouble sleeping, so I had went on a walk around the lake. There she sat under the same tree I had sat with her in fifth year in his arms looking the happiest I had ever seen her. He then looked down at her and drew his face closer to hers. She had then gone a little inward as if agreeing. Kissing, I could tell they were truly in love. From the way he held her to the way she looked at him. It had love written all over it.

Ron would have said that it was a trick, but I saw how there were no shifted eyes or backward glances. I had been in Draco's place, I knew what it felt like to look at her and get no love in return.

I had finished my walk around the lake and as I passed the old beech tree I said mock coldly, "Good night, Malfoy, Hermione." Then I smiled a happy smile, though inside I was broken. I was so close…but if she was happy I was happy.

They immediately pulled apart and stared at me. Hermione with big round eyes and Draco rather casual.

"Good night, Potter…" he said.

Hermione then quietly piped up, "Good night, Harry."

Draco and I had come to an understanding. You could have called us the best of friends or temporarily not enemies. Alls I know is we never called each other by our surnames again…he was Draco and I was Harry.

Out of my grasp

Far, far away

Never again, here will she stay

Not for tomorrow

Not for today

Sure, she'll be there by and by

I just wish she was mine

Out of my grasp


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