Never Over

Sequal To When Grey Turns To Silver

Chapter 1- All This Time

A young couple was outside of King's Cross train station in the pouring rain, crying as they held each other. They didn't want to let go, but they had to.

The bushy-haired brunette was more admitting of her feelings. Her love for the boy she was holding was strong, and she didn't want to let go, but she knew she would have to. Tears were rolling down her face like a water-fall, and she dug her face into his chest, smelling his cologne, trying to re-kindle her memory of when they were together; happy, and in love.

The tall, blonde boy was also crying. Not hysterically like the girl he was in love with, but the tears were falling down his face. He knew he had to let go as well, but it was the last thing he wanted to do.

Hermione and Draco didn't want to give it up, but self-consciously, they knew it had to be done.

"No, you're not leaving me, I won't let you!" yelled Hermione.

"Hermione, no, please. This isn't easy for me either. It's been hell these past few weeks, but I have to do this. We have to do this," said Draco.

"No we don't! I love you!" yelled Hermione.

"I love you too, Hermione! I never said I didn't, but me loving you, and you loving me, it won't save us no matter how much we want it to!" yelled Draco.

He let go of Hermione, and grabbed his broom. He swung his leg over it, and gave one final glance at Hermione.

Hermione saw that his face was slightly tear-stained, and she allowed a few more tears to fall from her eyes as well.

"Goodbye, Hermione. I'm sorry for everything, I'll always love you, and I'll never forget you."

Draco began to zoom away, and Hermione stared at him, and began to scream,

"THIS ISN'T OVER! I PROMISE YOU, DRACO MALFOY, THIS ISN'T OVER!"

Hermione shot up as if she had just been woken up by a loud noise. Yes, this is the same Hermione, but seven years older.

Ugh, why do I still dream about that? It's over… thought Hermione. That happened such a long time ago…

Hermione looked at her clock, and it read six o'clock in the morning. She looked to her side to find her fiancé lying next to her sound asleep.

Flashback

"Bye, Hermione, I'll write you, okay?" asked Ron as they got on to Platform 9 ¾.

"Okay, Ron. I'll write to you too. I promise," said a very emotionally shocked Hermione.

Ron gave Hermione a hug, and whispered in her ear, "I love you."

When he let go, Hermione stared at him for a moment, and Ron did the same, but he let go, and disapparted.

Back to reality

Hermione remembered that moment well. She was very confused at the time. She had just broken up with her loving boyfriend of two years, and certainly did not expect that to happen on their last day, but Hermione was glad it did.

Flashback

Dear Ron… thought Hermione. She was nineteen at the time, and hadn't spoken to Draco since that day at Kings Cross, and she felt she was over it. But she had spoken to Ron since that day, and began to fall for him.

I think I've fallen in love with you. I'm serious too, this isn't one of our stupid jokes, I love you. If you don't believe me, contact me. Write to me, floo to my apartment, anything. I guess I'll understand if you don't feel the same way, but if you do, good. Hugs and kisses, Hermione.

Yes, that sounded perfect! Nice and simple, some what stupid, but something that would fit Ron well. Hermione wrote it down, sealed the envelope, and gave it to her newly purchased owl at the time, Jasper.

"Give this to Ron, okay, Jasper? He's probably back from Scotland by now, he told me he would be yesterday. Just, go!" she yelled at her distracted owl. The grey eagle owl hooted, and flew out the window, some-what gracefully.

"Well, he's no Hedwig…" said Hermione to herself as she watched her owl fly off with her letter to Ron.

Back to reality

And Hermione had no regrets about that day. Ron did floo to her apartment in Hogsmeade about an hour later, and the two shared a joyous reunion, as a couple.

One year later, he proposed.

And that brought us to where we are now. Still in Hermione's apartment, but Ron there as well. Ron was an Auror now, and Hermione was a healer at St. Mungo's. They were a highly successful and popular couple. Hermione looked down at the ring finger on her left hand, and saw the large ring Hermione was wearing, proving their engagement.

Hermione stared at Ron again, and sighed. I do thank Draco for this… thought Hermione. He was right, it was for the best..

Harry had woken abruptly as well, he had also dreamed something, but it was different. No romance, just a fearful dream. A dream that Harry knew would visit him forever for the rest of his life.

Everyone knew what happened, but they weren't sure how.

The dream goes as follows:

The room was dark, but yet he could still see the eyes. He hated those eyes. Red, and snake-like. Looking into them sent shivers up Harry's spine, and burned his scar, almost with a passion.

Harry felt almost powerless. His wand was only limp in his hand, yet Voldemort didn't manage to seize it. So many people Harry had cared about: dead. Ginny, Neville, Dean, Seamus… all of them, dead.

And it was because of this slimy bastard. Right here.

The only ones on this mission who seamed to be alive were himself, Luna, Sam…

And Malfoy.

Malfoy was as good as dead though, he was bleeding at the hip, and could barely speak. Harry was the only one who knew that Malfoy was on the mission, let alone on their side.

"Come on…Potter… do it…" mumbled Malfoy.

"I don't know how…" whispered Harry as he kneeled by Malfoy's body.

"Think, Potter. What's the hardest magic you've ever done? Whatever that is ought to work…"

Malfoy had a point. The hardest magic… the hardest magic…

Patronus!

"How would that work?" asked Harry. Malfoy didn't need an explanation, he knew Potter was thinking of a Patronus.

"I dunno, just try it…" breathed Malfoy. Harry nodded, and pointed his wand at Voldemort, who was standing in the middle of the room.

"What're you going to do to me, Harry? You can't kill me, you know you can't use my curse, what are you going to do with me?" hissed Voldemort.

"You're right, I can't, not with your curse. I could lose, but I know that I could take a chance…" said Harry.

"Really? What 'chance' might that be?" asked Voldemort.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" bellowed Harry.

A large, white stag protruded from Harry's wand, and went after Voldemort. Voldemort screamed… screamed like he had actually seen what he looked like.

When the stag vanished, Voldemort's body was limp on the ground.

"Accio wand!" mumbled Harry. Voldemort's wand zoomed into his hand, and Harry saw that Voldemort didn't stir.

"Accio weapons!" breathed Harry, but nothing came out of Voldemort's robes, or anything he was carrying.

He's dead… thought Harry.

That is the dream, and how exact it was to what really happened.

Harry later learned from a newly imprisoned Peter Pettigrew that the reason that the Patronus had beaten Voldemort was because the body he used to resurrect Voldemort had actually been the body of a child Dementor.

Malfoy managed to get better quickly, and he was left with a scar as well, but it was only a long line across his chin. Harry promised he would never tell Hermione about what had happened to him, and Harry kept that promise. That promise was still unbroken.

That was six years ago.

Harry sat up, put on his glasses, and looked around the room. He glanced at his plaque for Honor of Merlin: First Class, as well as Witch Weekly's number one most heroic wizard of the nineties. Harry, also took a long, hard look at his picture of himself, Ron, and Hermione.

"Has it really been all this time?"

Draco Malfoy, young but stressed, entered the living room of his new home that he had just recently bought in the country. He sold his former home after his parent's deaths, and had a new plantation-style home built in the English country-side. The peace and quiet was exactly what he needed. His life hadn't exactly been peaceful since he left school.

Draco rubbed his chin. I need to shave… he thought. He let his index finger trace the scar on his chin that he had gotten from the war, if you could call it a war.

All for her… thought the young man.

He picked up the news paper sitting on the coffee table. He figured his ever-so faithful eagle owl must have brought it in for him. Draco picked up the paper, and saw a large photo of an engaged couple. Draco didn't think of this thoroughly until he saw who the bride to be was.

It was her. Her and that Weasley bloke were engaged. Draco was clueless to this fact, and read the article to learn more.

Ms. Hermione Granger, world renowned healer at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, has been engaged to Auror, Mr. Ronald Weasley, for the past four years, but due to their want for financial success, the couple chose to put off their wedding.

The two had been friends since their first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and were often seen with one, Harry Potter. Although there was constant speculation to the rumor, Ms. Granger, along with Mr. Potter assure the Daily Prophet that there is absolutely no truth to the rumor of their supposed 'relationship' at school.

"Hermione and I had always been very close friends…" states Potter, "But I always knew that Hermione and Ron were meant to be."

The Weasley-Granger wedding is planned to be the event of the year, and there is a great chance that the Daily Prophet will be attending the wedding of two of the world's greatest heroes of the day.

Draco's eyes began to water at the sight of Hermione with Weasley. Of course, what else could Draco expect? Hermione could not hold on to him forever, just as he felt he had to let go also.

But there was a large part of Draco Malfoy that couldn't let go. His heart still pounded every time he saw a photograph of Hermione in the paper, for whatever reason. Every time he heard her name when making withdrawals at Gringotts, his head would turn sharply, but he always managed to turn away. He rubbed the scar on his chin again, and a time that seemed so recent dawned on him.

Flashback

"You did it, Potter," gasped Draco. Potter's head turned sharply to face Malfoy.

"He's dead! The slimy bastard is dead!" yelled Malfoy as he tried to get up, but his side began to pain him. Potter ran over, and levitated him.

"Come on, Malfoy. You need to get to St. Mungo's…" said Potter. The two apparated on the spot, and ended up right inside of the hospital.

"I wonder if Hermione's on duty today," began Potter.

"She doesn't deal with cuts, does she?" asked Malfoy. Potter looked at Malfoy skeptically, and shook his head.

"No. She's a poisons and potions healer. She doesn't do these kinds of things unless it's an emergency," said Potter.

Malfoy was greeted by a Healer Abbot, he was sure he went to school with her, but didn't question it. She mended him up, and made it clear that the scar on his chin would always be there. Draco accepted the fact, and remained sitting for a moment longer along with Potter.

"Potter, before you go," began Draco as Potter attempted to speak with the Minister. "Just, please, don't tell Hermione about this. I don't want her bothered. She'll go mental."

Potter examined Malfoy once again, but nodded, and left to speak with Minister Bagman about the situation with the Dark Lord.

"All of it, for Hermione…" mumbled Draco to himself as he stood up to sign out of the hospital.

Reality

I wonder if he ever told her… thought Draco. He looked through his old photo album quickly to see if he could find any photographs of himself and Hermione. And he did. There was only one, and it was very obvious that the two had to take the picture themselves.

The two were giggling, Draco could see. Draco's arm seemed to be holding the photograph up, and Draco assumed that that was when he was holding the camera.

Hermione looked so young in that photo, and she had been so beautiful at the time. They were only seventeen at the time, and they were both twenty-four by now.

Draco then looked at the photo of Hermione in The Daily Prophet, and saw that she had only grown more beautiful. His heart pained him when he remembered their final meeting.

I'll never forget you…

And he certainly never did. Although Draco had many girlfriends since the war, none of them really meant anything. Draco considered them as sort of a, sexual comfort. He wished he could figure out what it was that made him love Hermione so much, and if whatever it was as strong as he felt, why had he let her go? Why couldn't he be selfish like Hermione wished him to be? She had begged and pleaded for him to take her back, to love her. And no matter how much he wanted to, something still stopped him. Something told him it was better for Hermione.

I still love her. Seven years, all this time… thought Draco.

Draco decided to cut out the picture of Hermione, leaving Weasley out of the photograph, and placed it right next to their photo of themselves as teenagers.

Draco then threw the paper in the trash, and slammed the photo album shut. He then reached into his liquor cabinet, and took a swig of fire whiskey.

"Yep. Just perfect," said Draco to himself as he took his swig of the slightly intoxicating beverage.