This is the LAST chapter.

Disclaimer: Still ain't mine. -cries-

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Chapter 8: Forever

Draco woke me early this morning. It was still dark, and I couldn't see a thing. I kept tripping over little things in the ground. So, Draco grabbed my hand and helped me. I know this isn't the time to be thinking about this, but I LOVE the way Draco's hand fits with mine. His soft finger tips brushing lightly against my palm. It's getting closer to morning. Birds are chirping, oblivious to what's happening.

I look over at Draco. His silky hair is wild, not it's usual tamed perfection. His normally pale cheeks are tinged slightly with pink. His mouth is open, and he's panting. It's understandable, we've been walking for a long time. But, if he looks this messy, imagine how I look.

He notices me looking. I turn away quickly, and feel my cheeks heat up. I feel those soft fingers touch my face. I turn to face him. We've stopped moving now.

You know, he looks a bit like an angel. His white blond hair shifts with every slight breeze. His silver eyes are sparkling. The newly risen sun is reflecting off his hair. We're surrounded by trees and chattering creatures, but he doesn't seem to notice or care.

Somehow, lost in my thoughts, I don't notice him coming closer until I feel his icy pink lips crash into mine. I've never kissed anybody before. It takes me a moment, but then I relax into it. It's so intoxicating. But then, as suddenly as it started, it's over. And part of me feels like crying. I'm not sad. Or happy. I just want to cry.

His silver eyes peer into my chocolate brown ones. We're polar opposites. It's beauty and the beast. He's beauty. I know it'll never be like this. We'll never be this happy. We have separate destinies. As he looks at me, he whispers something that sounds like "The building from my memory is behind you. I think Harry's there."

And I want to kiss him again. So bad, I feel like my mind's going to explode. My heart is on an emotional overdrive. All I want to do is connect with his lips again. Connect with him. Be with him.

But I don't. Instead, I move away. Momentary shock flickers across his eyes, but is then replaced with hurt. Now I really do cry. He makes a move to hug me. Wrap me in his arms. But, I run. I turn, and run, leaving Draco Malfoy in the distance.

I enter the building alone. It's creepy. The entire place is made of bricks. There are candles on the sides of the walls, just like Draco's memory. And they're still flickering away, being the only source of light in the whole building.

This reminds me of a thriller I saw a few years back. A young girl, alone in an unfamiliar place. Now, as she's walking deeper into the room, a man comes out and grabs her.

I feel cold hands press over my eyes and I scream. "Jumpy, aren't we?" Harry's voice greets me.

I just away. "Get away from me! Traitor!" I yell. Annoyance spreads over his whole face, but is soon replaced with a confused, hurt look.

"Hermione, what are you talking about? Did Malfoy trick you into believing something stupid?" Harry questioned.

"His name is Draco." I reply icily.

"I don't want to hurt you. Why would I want to hurt you?" Harry asked.

"You. Are. A. Traitor." I say through gritted teeth.

"No, Hermione, I'm not! Please, Hermione, BELIEVE ME!" He says, a hint of desperation in his voice.
All I can do is stare at him.

"At least let me show you something. Please?" He begs.

I think for a moment, having a debate in my head. Then, I nod reluctantly. He smiles. "Follow me."

He leads me up a zillion flights of stairs, down millions of hallways, and through thousands of doors before we reach his destination.

"You see this window? It's very special." He begins. I gasp. It's THE window. The one from Draco's memory. But suddenly, the ground starts to shake. I've lost my balance. And then, in a flash of speed and color, my body is thrown out of the window. I am going to die. I know it. But, somebody has grabbed my wrist.

I look up to see Harry staring down at me. "Harry. Pull me up." I say, relieved.

"I can't do that Hermione." He says.

My sigh of relief catches in my throat.

"What?"

"You've been too much of a bother. I need to dispose of you." He says.

"No, Harry don't. Please. We're supposed to be friends!" I plead.

I've begun to cry. My wrist is throbbing where he is holding onto it.

"You and I have a very different definition of 'friends' Hermione." He says, those emerald green eyes filled with a sudden hatred.

And with that, he let's me go. I'm falling. The air is rushing my my ears. Gravity is pulling me down. The weight of the world is pushing my body down. I can picture Draco's lips pushing onto mine. I knew we would never be happy. And, I didn't even get to say goodbye. But as I get closer to the ground, I can't focus on that anymore. I'm so close. As the space between me and death decreases, I can only think of one thing.

"Then we'll be friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Just friends. Forever."

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That's what you get for not reviewing. JK, I was gonna end it like that anyway. BUT, remember! There's a sequel! So, review, and I might get the sequel out sooner. Have a nice day, losers XP.