A/n: so sorry that I haven't updated this in forever. I'm sorry to say but this is the last chapter. Yeah cry it all out…this is the story that I've had the most reviews on, I'm be sorry to see it go too. So continuing on, Cellie

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Chapter six: the happy (mostly) ending

They made quite a sight walking down the great hall toward Professor Dumbledore's office. Two identical Draco Malfoy, one slapping at himself, one beaming at everyone in sight, Hermione Granger trailing along after them. Snape met them at the stone gargoyle marking the entrance to Dumbledore's office.

"Sir-" He started, lifting a hand with an index finger extended toward the original Malfoy and his clone. Dumbledore stopped him in the middle of his sentence, something no one had ever dared to do.

"Not right now Severus, I need to attend to this chaos behind me. I will explain everything in time if you will just go to lunch and have something to eat first." He swept on, muttering the password (licorice wands) to the gargoyle, leaving Snape a second time standing beside the gargoyle looking even worse. They swept up to his office where he bade them sit in one of the poofy chintz chairs. They sat there for a while as Dumbledore paced back and forth, Good Draco swinging his legs back and forth until Bad/Regular Draco told him to cut it out, which he did immediately at the sight of his face.

"Um, Professor?" said Hermione meekly.

"Yes Miss Granger?" he said, halting in front of her. He then stepped behind his desk, rummaging through a drawer that seemed to have many glass vials that tinkled together as he swept his hand around, seeming to look for something in particular. He found whatever it was he was looking for, a tiny curvy bottle filled with a blue tinted potion it seemed, and he twiddled it between his fingers.

"Are we going to…?" She started, and then lifted a hand towards Good and Bad/Regular Draco. Professor Dumbledore nodded.

"Yes Miss Granger. Judging from the behavior of Mr. Malfoy here, or rather the physical representation of his good side,"

"Hey!" said Bad/Regular Draco, affronted, "am I really that bad?" Hermione raised a single eyebrow at him, and he sighed and threw up (not vomit, ugh, bad metal picture) his hands at her. Dumbledore's eye's twinkled, which had really started to annoy Bad/Regular Draco. Good Draco found it rather amusing. The fact that Bad/Regular Draco found it so annoying, that is.

"As I was saying," he continued, amused at the exchange between Hermione and Bad/Regular Draco (Bad/Regular Draco felt like beating the twinkle out of his eye, hence the reason that he was Bad/Regular Draco), "judging from the odd behavior of Mr. Malfoy, I guessed the reason, and now I can see I guessed right. Mr. Malfoy," he said, turning to Bad/Regular Draco, "were you at anytime trying to make the manual Disillusionment potion? Because over the years, mixing it wrong has created the unfortunate side effect of pulling a conscience of a person from them. Luckily," and here, he shook the curvy vial, "since then an antidote has been created, which I have here. I have an odd assortment of potions for emergencies here in my desk." He handed the potion to Good/Regular Draco, who eyed it suspiciously. "The original person needs to drink the potion. It should take effect immediately."

Bad/Regular Draco uncorked the potion, sniffed it warily, and was about to down it, when Good Draco stopped him. "Wait." He turned to Hermione. "Before I get sucked back into his skull, just remember what we discussed earlier today. Later." and with that, he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, which made Bad/Regular Draco gape and Dumbledore chuckle. "Go ahead." He said with the air of an innocent man going to the electric chair. Bad/Regular Draco drank it down quickly and Good Draco began to fade and was sucked like a stream of water back to Bad/Regular Draco through his chest. Bad/Regular Draco, who was quickly turning back to just plain Draco, gave an unholy shriek and fell from his chair to his knees. He brought his hand to his chest, breathing heavily. Hermione, out of instinct, kneeled down beside him and placed a hand tentatively on his back. He flinched away for a second, and then relaxed as she rubbed his back slowly. She helped him stand up, his hand still clutching her wrist.

"Thanks." He said, and she had the biggest sense of unrealism come over her. But it went away as fast as it came.

"Do you want to come down to lunch with me?" she said before she could consider the ramifications of the question. To her surprise, he smiled at her, something she had only seen on his good side, or his conscience, rather. It was a rather nice smile, she decided, much better then his usual trademark smirk.

"Lunch," He said, grinning wider than ever, "would be great." And they down to the Great Hall.

Later, they walked down the lawn. They settled themselves under a tree, in silence. Finally, Draco broke it.

"So, what was it that my conscience wanted to remind you?" he said, fearing it was what he thought it was.

"Oh," she said, stealing Draco's trademark smirk, "just that you had something of a crush on me and couldn't tell me because of you dad." Draco was silent as she took his hand and settled into his side, leaning her head on his shoulder. They stayed like that for a while.

Then he pulled back, at smirking differently than before, said, "Well, then, I guess he took care of everything that needed to be said, didn't he?" Then he kissed her, laughing at the thought of his conscience wearing an identical smirk and saying, 'I told you so!'

Fin

A/n: and so ends the affair of Draco's good side. So, give me a review! If I get enough, maybe I'll do a sequel! maybe, I've got enough on my plate to finish as it is. So review!

Laterz,

Cellie