A/N: I want to thank all of you guys for sending me your reviews. The reviews got the story going. It's been interesting to see me grow as a writer. The first couple of chapters weren't good, but as I started getting more comfortable, I started liking them more. There may be another story down the road, but I'm not sure. This is another song chapter, but it won't be until later in the story. I was listening to this song on the car ride back home from New York (I saw "Wicked", which was absolutely amazing). Anyway, I hope you all enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own this song.

Chapter 16: Every Time We Say Good-Bye

The following morning, all of Hogwarts knew about Voldemort's death. They knew about how Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Draco terminated the threat to the wizarding world for seventeen years. But along with the good news came the unpleasant.

The next morning at breakfast, Dumbledore surveyed the excited students. They were all chatting happily about all the stuff they could do, now that Voldemort was dead. He stood up.

"Good morning, students. I know everyone's been overjoyed with Voldemort's death. Unfortunately, I have got some bad news to go along with it." The Great Hall went silent. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco all stared at their laps. They knew what was coming.

"Along with Voldemort's death came the death of Severus Snape." Some students automatically began to cry, or some just stared in disbelief and sadness. It did not matter that Professor Snape was a follower of Voldemort. It did not matter that he murdered Dumbledore. Dumbledore came back, and Snape was a spy. He was their teacher. He was the Slytherins' mentor.

"Some of you may have noticed," Dumbledore continued. "That my nephew, Joseph Blackburn, is no longer with us either. Severus Snape was Joseph Blackburn. He used a Polyjuice Potion. He was a spy for Voldemort. But he died saving four students." Dumbledore looked around. Everyone in the room had their heads bent down. People were sniffling, crying, or were just silent.

"We will all remember Severus Snape." Dumbledore said. "As our friend, and as our mentor." He sat back down.

"I hate it when Dumbledore does that." Ron mumbled, staring at his plate.

"Does what?" Hermione asked idly. She was looking over at Draco. She felt sorry for him. Professor Snape may not have been kind to any of the Gryffindors, but Snape was Draco's mentor. Snape was to Draco as Dumbledore was to Harry. Plus, no one knew what was going to happen to Blaise.

"When Dumbledore makes bad announcements like those…it takes my appetite away." Ron said. Hermione didn't say anything.

"Hey, look," Harry said, changing the subject quickly. "Owls are coming." And so they were. The Daily Prophet subscribers were getting their mail. Pig dropped the issue on Ron's breakfast plate. Ron picked it up, and moved it so that his friends could see it.

The front page had a picture of all the Death Eaters, including Blaise. The headline read, "IT'S OVER!" The article talked about how along with Voldemort's death, all of the Death Eaters died, too.

"The Death Eater emblem marked on their wrist is a sign of staying with the Dark Lord forever. After Voldemort's death, the Death Eaters died shortly thereafter. Their emblem burst open on their wrist, causing them to die from loss of blood. Gross." Ron wrinkled his nose and put down the paper. Hermione read, and bit her lip. Blaise was in the picture too. She looked over at Draco, who was reading the paper as well. He put it down, looking as if he was about to be sick. He then pushed himself out of his chair and walked out of the room.

"Aren't you going to follow him?" Ron asked.

"No," Hermione replied softly. "Draco needs time by himself first."

Hermione chatted with Harry and Ron for another half an hour before she went to check on Draco. She walked into the Heads' Common Room, and saw him standing there. When she came through the portrait, he turned around and faced her. He didn't say anything. When she was within arms reach of him, she wrapped her arms around his back. He rested his forehead against her shoulders. He didn't cry. She didn't need an explanation. She knew. Malfoys don't cry. For several moments, she rubbed his back, while he just stood there, his forehead on her shoulder, until he drew away.

"I don't know what to do. I don't know where to go. Blaise is dead now, along with his parents. I'm not going to Pansy's, and I'm certainly not going back home." Draco said.

"Why don't you stay with Narcissa?" Hermione suggested. Draco let out a cold laugh.

"I can't do that. I look just like Lucius." Draco replied. Hermione understood. She, like everyone else in the Wizarding World, read about the very public divorce of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black Malfoy. If Draco went to Narcissa, it would probably bring her unpleasant memories.

"Stay with me, then." Hermione coaxed.

"I don't think I can do that." Draco said. Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but Draco put a finger to her mouth.

"Not yet, anyway. We'll see how things work out." Hermione nodded. Draco drew his hand away, and gave her a soft, caring kiss on her lips. Hermione sighed into his mouth, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He drew away just a little bit.

"I was so scared." He murmured, his lips barely inches from hers.

"Scared of what?" Hermione asked.

"Losing you yesterday night." Draco said. Hermione drew away a little bit. Draco was avoiding her gaze. He knew that if she looked at him in the eye, he would cry. His jaw clenched and unclenched.

"But I'm here." Hermione told him softly. Draco nodded his head. He leaned in and kissed her again. This kiss was full of the passion he felt for her. How much she meant to him. He knew then as he – still kissing her and walking backwards – led her to his room he would never put her in danger again. He would never run the risk of losing Hermione Granger.

Harry sat in the Gryffindor Common Room in deep thought. The death of Voldemort was something he had always wanted. But it had been so easy. Too easy, even. He was glad Voldemort was finally gone forever. He rubbed his scar-less forehead for the umpteenth time.

When he next looked up, Ron was walking in the room.

"Crazy night." Ron said. Harry nodded.

"Are you glad that it's over?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess so. It's just a little dodgy that it happened so soon." Harry ran a hand through his hair. Ron didn't say anything, but Harry could tell he was in a good mood. The fight against Voldemort rekindled Ron and Hermione's friendship.

"Oh, Dumbledore wants to see you." Ron said.

"He does?" Harry was puzzled. Ron nodded.

"Alright then. I'll be back, I guess." Harry pushed himself out of his chair and left for Dumbledore's office.

"Have a seat, Harry," Dumbledore said. Harry sat down.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Harry asked. Dumbledore nodded.

"I understand that you've been somewhat skeptical over Voldemort's death?" Harry nodded.

"I just…don't see how we could have killed him just like that." Harry said. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.

"Harry. What saved you from Voldemort?" Dumbledore reminded.

"The love my parents had for me…"

"Yes. Your parents alone made him weaken. But last night, you had Draco, Hermione, Ron, and yourself. Draco's love for Hermione and vice versa alone is powerful. But you also had Ron's love for his best friends, and you, Harry, also love for your best friends. Not only does Hermione have her love for Draco, but the love for you and Ron as well. You're also forgetting two important people that were there."

"Who?" Harry asked.

"Your parents. Surely you know by now that they go everywhere with you." Dumbledore's last comment was a teasing one. Harry mustered a smile.

"Do you understand?" Dumbledore asked. Harry nodded.

"Good. So, how'd it feel?" Dumbledore asked with an amused smile.

"I can't explain how it felt. It was…like a bunch of weights being lifted off my shoulder. And when my scar went away…I can't even explain how great of a feeling that was." Dumbledore smiled at the wizard that sat in front of him. He watched Harry grow up, from an apprehensive eleven-year -old, to a fully mature seventeen-year-old. Now Harry had nothing to worry about.

"Sir? One other question." Harry said.

"Ask away, my boy."

"Do Draco and Hermione really love each other?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.

"Yes. They have not admitted it to each other yet. But even you can tell, Harry. Draco's a good man. Deep down inside of you, you know that now."

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide

Draco looked at the sleeping form of Hermione. He wasn't sure how he would work his living situation out. He knew he wanted to be with Hermione. But he wasn't sure if he could manage living with her. Not because her parents were Muggles, but for an entirely lust-filled reason. How could he make love to her, if she lived with her parents? He admitted to himself with a smirk on his face that they had great sex.

Draco let out a silent sigh, and ran a hand through his hair. He'd figure this out. If he got desperate, he'd ask Potter. Perhaps Potter would let him stay in Grimmauld's Place. After all, Draco had Black blood in him. He knew that the end of the school year was fast approaching. Everyone would be going their separate ways. He knew he loved Hermione, and he couldn't – wouldn't – picture anyone else to be with. He sighed, and closed his eyes. He'd figure it out later. He had three weeks time to decide what to do.

I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

The next morning, Hermione woke up next to Draco. It was something she had gotten used to doing now. She watched his sleeping form. She had gotten used to the breathing exercises he used. He had a calm breathing pattern if he was dreamless or having a good dream. He tended to breathe a little quickly if he was having a nightmare. His sleeping patterns helped her get more in touch with him.

What was she going to do without him? What if this…relationship they had was just for Hogwarts? She couldn't imagine life without Draco now. It was a weird revelation that came upon her. Just when the school year started, she couldn't WAIT for the year to end for good, so she'd never have to see him again. But after Ron cheated on her…he seemed to have changed. She figured it was because Lucius had an affair with a Playwitch, and that tore Narcissa up. Hermione never saw Narcissa's emotional destruction, but Draco did. The events that happened in the summer changed Draco too.

She quietly got up, and put on her Head Girl robe. She tiptoed into her room, and slipped into the clothes she was going to wear for the day.

She walked back into his room, and watched him sleep. They had a class soon, and Hermione was unsure if she should wake him up. He had a pretty rough night last night. She didn't approve of skipping classes, but with Draco, it was a different case. He lost his best friend and his mentor in the exact same night. She decided she would leave him alone. If he felt good enough to join a class, he would.

Hermione kissed his forehead lightly before leaving. He stirred a little and fluttered his eyes open.

"I'm sorry," Hermione whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"Where are you going?" Draco asked with a yawn.

"I'm going to head down to the library, and then to class," Hermione told him. "I wasn't going to wake you. I know you've had a rough night."

"This is true, but it's also not Head Boy behavior. Miss Granger, I am surprised by you. I am such a bad influence." Draco teased. Hermione giggled.

"I'm just worried about you." She finally said. Draco flung the bed sheets away and stepped out of bed.

"I'll be fine, love. Hogwarts is almost over. I'll have my time to recuperate." Hermione nodded her head slowly.

"I'm going to take a shower really quick, and then I'll see you in Potions." Draco gave her a peck on the lips, and went into the bathroom.

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show

"Where's Draco?" Harry asked Hermione. Ron and Harry met her outside the classroom door.

"He'll be here any minute. He went to take a shower, so he might be a little late." She instructed him.

"I'm surprised he's even coming." Ron told them. They walked into the Potions classroom and handed in their essays.

"He's trying to set a good example." Hermione told him. Harry and Ron looked at each other but didn't say anything. The two were thinking the same thing. Ron was a Prefect, and if something had happened to Harry, he'd take the rest of his life off. But they chose not to say anything.

"Hermione, do you love him?" Harry asked.

"I vaguely recall you asking me this before," Hermione teased. She began taking down notes as Slughorn started his lecture. He, like all the other teachers, was in a good mood about Voldemort's death, but also a bit heavy-spirited because of Snape's death.

"You do love him, don't you?" Ron prodded. Hermione sighed impatiently.

"Yes. I do. But I don't know how to tell him. Hogwarts is over in three weeks, and I'm not sure where that's going to take us. I don't want to be a fool about it." She replied. She held back tears, and clenched her quill tighter. Ron and Harry didn't know what to say. That was good enough for her.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, it's nice of you to show up," Professor Slughorn said saucily. Hermione turned around and saw Draco walk into the room. He had this aura to him that always made her feel wild and reckless. Of course, this was class, so she couldn't do anything about it.

"Sorry, Professor. It's been a rough night." Professor Slughorn tried to hide a smile, and continued to lecture. Draco winked at Hermione and sat down.

'What am I going to do?' She thought to herself sadly. When Ron cheated on her, she never thought that she could ever love anyone as much as she loved Ron. But then Draco came along. What if Draco ended up leaving her too? Hermione didn't have money like Draco did. She sometimes wished she did though…she'd have more than one house, and Draco could live close to her, or even WITH her, if she moved in.

"Miss Granger, are you still with us?" Professor Slughorn asked. Hermione jerked herself out of her thoughts.

"Yes, Professor."

"Well, Potter and Weasley chose you to go get the potions ingredients, and you haven't moved." Hermione glared at Harry and Ron. They didn't say anything. Blushing furiously, she got up and joined the others in getting the Potions ingredients.

I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

After class, Hermione was free for another several hours. She wandered the halls, pondering where to go. As she walked, she passed Dumbledore's office. The door was open just a crack, so she peeked in.

"Sir?" Hermione walked in cautiously.

"Ah, Miss Granger, what can I do for you?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.

"I…wanted to ask you a question." Hermione replied.

"Seems like everybody wants to ask me questions," Dumbledore said in an amused tone of voice.

"Where will Draco go?" Hermione asked. Dumbledore thought for a moment.

"I am not sure, Miss Granger. Why do you ask?" He noted the crestfallen look on her face.

"No reason," She finally said after a moment's silence. She turned to go through the castle once more.

"Hermione," Dumbledore called out to her. Hermione turned around to face him. He gave her a tiny smile.

"If it's meant to be, it will be." He told her. Hermione blushed a little and smiled. It was quite awkward that Professor Dumbledore was giving her love advice.

"Thank you, Professor." Hermione told him softly.

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done

Draco never paid attention in Herbology. Usually, he slept. But today, he was thinking about Hermione. Less about Hermione, but more about what he was going to do. He loved her; that went without saying. When he was with her, he felt like a changed person. Someone he wanted to remain. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He knew he was too young to be thinking these things, but Hermione was it. He felt it, every time he looked at her. Every time he said her name, whether out loud or in his head. Hermione Malfoy.

He chuckled to himself. He never would have believed that he, Draco Malfoy, would have had these thoughts about Hermione. He had watched her grow up, as did most of Hogwarts. He saw the way guys gawked at her in the hallways. Sure, he wanted to deck them, but it gave him a certain thrill. Draco knew that Hermione was his; that she wasn't thinking about anyone else.

"Something funny, Mr. Malfoy?" Professor Sprout asked curtly. Professor Sprout…it did not matter to her that Draco was a changed man. Well, in some retrospects anyway.

"Not at all." Malfoy drawled. He hunched over and began taking notes so that he wouldn't be kicked out of class. That wasn't Head Boy behavior.

I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

The three weeks went by too fast. The last day of Hogwarts, all of the 7th Year students dressed in their dressed robes and headed down to the Great Hall. There would be a graduation ceremony, Hogwarts style.

"Seven years, come and gone," Dumbledore stood at his podium, surveying the crowd of students. "Seven years of good times. Seven years of bad times." He looked around and adjusted his glasses.

"I won't make this ceremony very long, as I know some of you will be raiding the kitchens and having your dorm parties." His eyes twinkled as some students shifted in their seats.

Professor McGonagall called out each student and handed them their Wizarding Diploma. When Hermione's name was called, she held back tears and walked to get something she earned. Ron, Harry, and Draco called out to her. Hermione blushed and sat back down. Next to Draco, of course. He kissed her on the cheek, which made her blush. Ron and Harry rolled their eyes.

Ron and Harry got the same response Hermione got. Draco wasn't that enthused, but he did clap. Hermione smiled at him encouragingly.

The ceremony lasted for an hour before they were dismissed. Draco went to say goodbye to his friends. Hermione scurried to the Heads' Common Room. She needed time alone. She knew she was going to cry at any moment. Once she got into the Common Room, she let the tears loose. During the past three weeks, she still hadn't come to any conclusions about where Draco was going to stay. She was unsure if she would ever see him again.

She felt a pair of big, strong arms wrap around her. She leaned into them.

"It's okay…" Draco whispered. He stroked her hair gently, letting her cry.

"No, it's not…" She whispered.

"Why? Why isn't it okay?" Draco asked her.

"B-Because…I don't know if I'll ever see you again." Hermione blubbered.

"Well, that's a silly thing to think." Draco told her. Hermione glared at him.

"Well, it is," Draco insisted. "It's not like we're never going to see each other again. I just don't know what my living situation is." Hermione looked down at her lap. Draco tilted her chin up with his index finger and kissed her tears away.

"I was going to tell you this at the ceremony, but you took off. This wasn't as romantic as I wanted it to be, but Hermione, I love you."

Hermione sniffled, and smiled a little smile.

"You do?" Hermione asked.

"You bet I do. I love everything about you."

"Everything?"

"Everything. The look of concentration when you're working on a paper. The way you sleep. The way you look me in the eyes. I love seeing you when you're with Potter and Weasley. I love you when you're happy. I love you when you're sad. I love you even when your head is stuck in a toilet." Hermione laughed out loud at that.

"I love you too, Draco." Hermione said.

"Well, I knew that already." Draco scoffed.

"You're full of it." Hermione shot at him.

"I love it when you talk dirty," He retorted.

Hermione kissed him hard, entangling her hand in his hair. It was a kiss out of the blue, especially by Hermione. Draco was caught by surprise, but kissed her back.

"What was that for?" He asked.

"We have one more night here. Let's make the best of it." She whispered saucily. She got up, and ran her index finger down his shoulder, to his spine, and then onto his other shoulder. Draco was hot on her tail.

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross

"I guess this is it." Draco said to Hermione quietly. It was raining as they stood outside Kings Cross Station. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were waiting patiently. Draco, of course, had no one waiting for him.

The train ride back was silent. It was a comfortable silent, but a sad one at the same time. No words were said. Hermione sat with Harry for a few brief moments before Ginny Weasley came to be with Harry. Hermione excused herself and went back to the Heads' train compartment. Hermione and Draco talked about the school year. They laughed, they cried, they kissed, and they snuggled. The entire time they talked, his arm was wrapped around her.

Now it was time to go. Hermione was getting tears in her eyes again.

"Don't cry, Hermione." Draco told her softly.

"It's hard not to." Hermione replied. Draco kissed her forehead, and pulled her in his arms. Her shoulders shuddered as she cried into his neck. He rubbed her back in response, trying to get her to calm down. He looked over and saw Mr. Granger, looking a bit suspicious and fatherly like.

"Um. Herm, your dad's giving me the evil eye." Draco said. Hermione stopped crying and began laughing.

"What, is the Malfoy scared of my dad?" Hermione teased. Draco puffed out his chest.

"Scared? Me? Never!" Hermione laughed again. He smiled gently. He bent down and kissed her forehead. Hermione stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.

"Will I see you again?" Hermione asked.

"Of course you will, you crazy." Draco replied. She smiled at his response.

"I love you, Draco." Hermione told him.

"I love you too." Draco replied. His breath got caught in his throat. "I'll owl you." Hermione nodded her head. Reluctantly, she turned away and walked towards her parents. Draco watched as Hermione hugged her mom and her dad. They walked out of the train station. Hermione looked back every so often. Draco blew her a kiss.

"What?" Draco asked to a couple of gawking second-years. "I'm in love here." When he turned back, Hermione was gone.

His hair was now sopping wet from the rain.

"Huh. Weird," Draco said to himself. He wiped some water from his cheeks. "Rain must've gotten in my eyes somehow."

He turned around to leave, but he saw Harry watching him.

"Something you want, Potter?" Draco asked suspiciously.

"Do you really love her?" Harry asked.

"What kind of question is that?" Draco asked.

"One that I need to know."

"That's a stupid question. Of course I love her. I love everything about her. I know that it's hard for you to divulge. I know that you haven't gotten used to this me, but--"

"Malfoy, shut up. I just want Hermione happy." Harry said. He stepped forward and held out his hand. Malfoy stared at it for a while, and then shook it.

"Take care of her." Harry said.

"Maybe I shouldn't, just to spite you." Draco told him. And the unthinkable happened: Harry laughed.

But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

Summer was good to Hermione. She got owls from everyone. Harry, Ron, Ginny, but none from Draco. She tried to not show she was hurt. She honestly wasn't expecting Draco to really write. She never thought as that type. But it still hurt her. Her parents tried to prod her for information. "Who was that boy at the train station?" They'd always ask. She couldn't tell them it was Draco Malfoy. They wouldn't understand. They knew to a certain extent how Draco treated others. They wouldn't understand that he changed.

It bothered her that Draco hadn't sent her a letter yet. She figured maybe he was busy, but she knew that was not the case.

Hermione may have gotten her wizarding license from Hogwarts, but at home she was working on a different license: a drivers' license. She couldn't wait to get it. Maybe that would take her mind off of Draco.

It wasn't that Draco wouldn't send Hermione letters. It was the fact that he couldn't. He was busy. That day at the train station, he had asked Potter if he could move in to Grimmauld's place. Harry was extremely reluctant, but he finally agreed. Draco was too busy moving in.

One night, Draco was passed out from moving in, when he got a prod from Harry.

"Message her, you idiot." Harry demanded, when he came to.

"Excuse me?" Draco asked. His eyes narrowed.

"Message Hermione."

"What the bloody hell is your problem?" Draco asked. He got off the couch and went into the kitchen. Harry took Draco by the collar and slammed him into the wall.

"You told me you would take good care of her. She has not gotten ANYTHING from you." Harry was frustrated. Draco was amused.

"She's gotten plenty from me, Potter." Draco said saucily. That remark made him receive a left blow.

"Bloody fucking hell, Potter! You've gone mad!"

"I have not gone mad. Summer vacation has been going on for three weeks, and you haven't even thought as much to owl her, or even visit."

"Because I'm planning something, all right?" Draco yelled. Draco shoved his hands in his hair. "Hell, Potter! Do you really think I'd be so stupid as to forget about Hermione? Hell, no! I'm not trying to avoid her, I'm trying to think up of ways to ask her to be my fucking bride!" Harry stepped back.

"Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh!'. I deserve an apology."

"Sorry." Harry mumbled. Draco went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. Harry followed him.

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked.

"I'm going to go to her dad's work. I'm going to ask for his permission to marry her, and then I'm going to surprise Hermione."

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue

And that's exactly what Draco did the next day. Dr. Granger was sitting at his desk, when a young man stepped in.

"May I help you?" Dr. Granger asked.

"I'm Draco Malfoy." Draco introduced. He stuck his hand out. Dr. Granger didn't shake it.

"Draco Malfoy…you mean the Draco Malfoy that has yet to send my daughter a letter?" Draco winced. This was going to be hard. He already had to deal with Harry. He hoped that Dr. Granger wouldn't shove him against a wall either.

"Yes, that would be me. But I have a good reason for that. I've moved in with Harry, Harry Potter, Hermione's friend. The entire time I've been bringing my stuff in." Dr. Granger wasn't listening. This wasn't going well.

"I'm in love with your daughter." Draco blurted. That caused Dr. Granger to look up. Draco sighed. "I know that I haven't made a good impression so far, but I feel like a cad. I love your daughter very much. I am not sure what she's told you in the past, but that part of me has changed. I was a young boy back then, whose life was being run by someone else. I hadn't had the chance to live my life the way I want to. I know it's hard to believe, but it is true." Draco went on telling Hermione's father the events in the summer, leading up to now. Of course, he left out the parts where they had sex. When he was finished, Dr. Granger was looking at him in a different light. Good. That relieved Draco a little.

"Sir, I love your daughter more than I've loved anyone in my entire life. I want to marry her. I haven't contacted Hermione not only because I have been moving in, but also because I've been trying to think up of ways to surprise her." He looked directly into Dr. Granger's eyes.

"Draco, I don't know you that well. But I did notice the way my daughter was looking at you at the train station. I notice the looks she gets whenever the mail doesn't come. I have always trusted my daughter's judgment. If you are in love with her, and she is in love with you, my daughter's happiness is what is most important to me. Yes, you may marry her." Draco's eyes lit up. He shook Dr. Granger's hand profusely.

"Thank you, so much. I won't let you down."

Dr. Granger came home from work to find Hermione helping her mother in the kitchen. He had called his wife after Draco left and told her the news. Everyone knew but Hermione.

"Hermione, love, will you go outside and get the newspaper?" Dr. Granger asked. Hermione set the kitchen mitts down, and went outside. She had a look of sadness on her face all day. She did things now with an emotionless expression.

When she got outside, she found there was no newspaper. She turned to go back inside, but something caught her eye. She turned around and saw a car parked right on the street. Her eyes widened in surprise, as she ran out to view it. When she turned back, her parents were standing there.

"I…I don't know what to say!" Hermione exclaimed cheerfully. She loved the car, but it wasn't Draco. Her parents could see it in her eyes.

"Do you want to take it for a spin?" Said another voice. A familiar voice. Hermione shook her head. She was hearing things. Or…was she?

She walked around the car to find Draco squatting. He had sat like that so he wouldn't be noticed.

"Draco…" Hermione's voice cracked. Draco stood up, and went to hug her, but she backed away suspiciously.

"You haven't written." Hermione accused.

"I know. And I'm sorry. I really am." Hermione turned to look at her parents. They both were pulling a poker face. His dad just shrugged. His mom said nothing. Hermione looked back at Draco.

"The truth is…I can't write letters. I'm not the type of guy to write letters. I can't tell you how much I love you on a piece of parchment. I can't tell you how much I miss you with a quill and ink. I have to see you in order to tell you." Draco said. Hermione's lips twitched in an upward smile.

"Hermione, I love you with all my heart. I've loved you since the school year started. We have gone through a lot together. I'm not very good at these things, because you know me. I'm never one to show emotion. But I've done a lot of thinking the past few weeks. I've tried imagining my life without you, and I can't. You are my rock. You are the only one I can picture myself with. Not Pansy. Not anyone. Just you. I don't have a ring right now, but that can be changed within the next couple of days, but Hermione…" He took her hand, and bent down. "Will you just please make me less miserable and marry me?"

Hermione was crying right when he got down on his knee. She knew what was coming next. She was crying so hard, she couldn't say anything, so she just nodded.

"Yes!" Draco yelled. He picked her up, swung her around, and hugged her tightly. When he looked up to thank her father, they had gone back inside already. He looked at his beautiful bride-to-be…who was currently crying in happy hysterics, but that's okay.

"Granger, must we do this every time we meet?" Draco teased. He wiped her tears away. He pulled her closer to him.

"I love you." Hermione whispered.

"I love you too," Draco replied, his lips near hers. "Mrs. Hermione Malfoy." Their lips met.

Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

A/N: Wow! This chapter was so long! Anyway, I'm sorry if Draco seemed a little out of character. Oh well, the guy's in love! Thanks once again, for your reviews! I enjoyed writing this last chapter. The song was "Your Song" by Sir Elton John