A/N: SORRY! I really am. But do you know the phrase writer's block? That's what happened to me. I really did not know how to continue the story until one day it popped to my mind to make Draco… no, I won't tell you, you'll have to read!

Another of my excuses is that I had my final exams coming up and I had to study and revise a bit for them but now, I am free! I assure I'll update quicker! I promise!

I've even done by far the longest chapter of the whole story to compensate the delay!

Disclaimer: I just own my dear Beverly. The rest sadly belongs to J.K.Rowling.

Now, with the story. Enjoy!

LAST CHAPTER:

What should you do? I am not the appropriate one to give you advice but I will tell you one thing: do what you think. Do not get influenced by other people or by happenings. Do what your heart dictates.

Love,

Narcissa Black Malfoy

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"Ronald, Draco!" I nearly shouted but they didn't take notice. I sighed, "Honestly!" and walked away, a smile forming on my face as I left them sending killing looks to the other. I grinned to myself. That was life.

My parents' story

By: A.Lupin

Chapter 20: Oh no

20.Draco

Finally. Finally everything was going perfect. Well, not perfect completely but the best perfection I had achieved in my life.

As every evening, I went to the Slytherin's common room. I went down to the dungeons and the cold air sent a shiver down my spine. Most people get accustomed to this chilly air down here as I had done before, but when this year I discovered how warm the other common rooms were, it was just strange coming back and feeling cold. I felt like I was going to someone else's house. I murmured "parseltongue" and the portrait of a snake opened in front of me.

When I entered, all conversations stopped and all the eyes were on me.

"What are you looking at?" I spat furiously. Some of the older years only glared at me and turned away but the younger Slytherins looked away quickly. I went towards the place where the seventh years were normally. There I saw Blaise Zabini, Millicent Bulstrode, Pansy Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle

"Malfoy, what are you doing here? Go away this instant or I'll…" Pansy said trying to sound angry and important.

"Oh shut up, Pansy and leave him a seat here," Blaise said tiredly and sighting.

"But he is a traitor and…"

"You heard Blaise, Pans," Millicent said nodding at the dark handsome Zabini. Pansy sighed and left a space for me to sit. I smiled broadly at them, They had finally accepted me, even though I had made that show the other day.

"So, Draco how's the mudblo-," he stopped when he saw my frown. "I mean, Granger, in bed?" he raised his eyebrows at me suggestively. I blushed a bit and looked away, murmuring that I didn't want to tell him about that.

"What? Did I just hear Draco Malfoy not wanting to tell me how is his new conquest in bed?" he started to laugh.

"Shut up!" Millicent urged him. She had always been very girlish and a softie. "Oh Draco, Draco! I'm so glad you've finally decided not to tell anyone! It's like you feel something for her!" I looked at her, half smiling. "You do? YOU DO! Oh my god, oh my god! Did you all hear that? Draco Lucius Malfoy has just admitted that…"

"If you continue, Millicent, I promise I'll burn your hair, wrinkle your skin and fill it of warts!" I threatened her silently.

"That's the Draky we know!" Pansy hugged my tightly.

"Pansy you don't need to pretend anymore. I doubt your parents still want you to marry me." I said looking at her seriously, but she only smirked more.

"Drakulinus, don't you know that I've loved you forever?" my face went blank. I had always thought that it had been because of the engagement… "as a friend!" and they all broke into laughter, telling me how funny had my face looked when she had said that. I grinned at my friends. That was how I always had wanted life to be.

I woke up next morning and went to shower. I opened the door and saw Hermione humming a song animatedly in front of the mirror. She was just wearing her bra and knickers and had not heard me enter the room. I walked in, stepping cautiously. I went towards her and a floor tile creaked. She stopped mumbling and turned around but I had said in time an invisibility spell.

She looked around cautiously but then shook her head. I came every time closer to her and started to tickle her. She turned around quickly and didn't have time to understand what was happening, she just had time to laugh. "Fi…Finite…-" she wanted do stop the spell I had put on me so she could see me and tickle me. She then touched my hair and ran her fingers down my face until she arrived to my lips. Then I stopped tickling her and my face turned serious.

"Finite incantem!" and then it was her turn to tickle me.

20. Hermione

Before we entered the Great hall I pecked him quickly in the lips and went away from him when I went to enter the room. I noticed him suddenly pulling my arm and bringing me near to him. His eyed pierced into mine.

"I don't care what people think, Hermione. Everybody knows now and we are going to enter the Great Hall together." He got my hand firmly and opened the doors with determination. Everyone looked at us and I saw some of the Slytherins and of the Gryffindors turn their eyes away from us sharply. Draco saw it and didn't care, now it was his turn to peck my lips in front of everyone.

"What are you looking at?" he repeated what he had said to his Slytherin companions the day before. It had the same effect. Everyone turned their looks away.

"Good morning. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville," I said smiling slightly at them.

"Do you always have to make a scene? Can't you just two live your life as a couple in your common room?" Ron spat half angrily, half playfully.

"Ron, please. Every couple does it! Why can't we?"

"It's just…" he stopped and hid his face inside his hands.

"Mate, leave her. You'll get used to it." Harry pattered Ron's back friendlily.

I sat down in front of them both and Ginny way by my right side. She grinned at me. Then I saw something strange. She never wore make up and her hair was more straight than normal.

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"But aunt Nevra wears make up and has straight hair! Why is that different?" Beverly asked her parents.

"But she did not wear it before she started going out with you uncle."

"Oh I see," she nodded.

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"Ginny what have you done to your ha…" I started quietly.

"Thank god someone notices it! I did it for him and I don't think he even noticed. Can you believe it? God, how thick can he be?" she whispered desperately.

"Well Harry doesn't really say what he sees he just…" I defended him.

"Who said it was Harry?" she winked at somebody in the group of seventh year Slytherins and went away, swinging her hips more than ever. I raised an eyebrow and laughed silently.

"What's so funny? Are you laughing at the strategy I just explained to Harry where two chasers are on the left side, the beaters move forward and…" He started angrily.

"No Ron, no. I was not…look, the mail has arrived!" I said excitedly as I saw the prophet and another letter fall in my plate. I looked strangely at it but when I saw the owl, I recognised who it was from. Narcissa Black Malfoy.

Dear Hermione Granger,

Draco is going to receive his initiation date today. Make sure you read the letter Lucius sent him and owl me immediately, its very urgent. Lucius did not let me read the letter or tell me about it. Thank you in advanced.

Narcissa Black Malfoy

Date of initiation? What was…? A noise was heard at the other side of the room. I looked up and met a blank look from Draco, who was running out of the Great Hall.

Oh no.

Narcissa's letter was short but told enough. I ran out of the Great Hall too, looking desperately for any signs of Draco. I went upstairs to our common room, near the Slytherin's one, to the library, to the astronomy tower, and found him no where. I sighed and went outside to think what this new happening ment.

His father had accepted him even though he claimed he loved me.

He would be reincorporated to the list of future death eaters.

He would receive his dark mark.

He would have to marry a worthy pureblood, preferably Parkinson.

He would fight against me.

One of us would die.

I shook my head trying to get rid of those thoughts. I walked around the lake, the fresh breeze caressing my skin. I made my hair into a loose bun, closed my eyes and breathed in slowly. I had to relax. I opened them again and scanned the ground near me. There, I saw a figure. It was tall and thin, preferably a man. Pale face and yellow-white hair moving with the wind. There he was!

I ran towards him quickly. When he heard me approaching he looked at me with an expressionless expression in his eyes and returned again to stare at the ground.

"Draco, what…?" I started dubiously as I saw he didn't look at me directly.

"Go away," he whispered slowly.

"What are y…" I put my hand on his shoulder, but he pushed it away.

"Go away, Hermione! We need to stop this, you will get more involved than you already are!" he looked directly into my eyes.

"We've discussed this already, Draco. We said…." I tried.

"NO!" he said it more to himself, shaking his head.

"But why…." I started. He handed me a letter without telling me a word. I read it two times, but it was enough to know it by memory.

Oh no

The day of his birthday, the fifth of June, he was going to receive his Dark Mark. That meant a week from today. He had no choice, if he did not accept, his father would kill him right there. But if he joined… his first job would be killing Hermione Granger.

Oh no

"What will you-" I started sympathetically.

"I don't know! I don't know!" he placed his hands on both sides of his head and shouted. He had no clue of what he had to choose.

"But-" I tried again.

"No! Go away! I want to deal with this alone. This is my problem and I'm going to find the solution to it." His voice lowered as he saw my face start to twitch in anger.

"Okay." I turned and went away. After all I understood him. It was his decision and wouldn't let anyone else take it for him. He would have to decide alone.

When I arrived to our common room, I fell into the coach and sighed. What was I going to do? I got my quill and ink and started writing to Narcissa, copying the note from Lucius Malfoy and my encounter with an altered Draco.

He did not come back that night. Or the next one. He did not come to classes either.

I went to see Dumbledore but he told me to leave Draco some time, it was an important choice to make. I was convinced it was, but that did not take my worries away.

He did not come next day either.

I was starting to fear he would go to his father without having me told first which option he had chose. I was starting to fear. Even Ron and Harry noticed something was wrong with me. They asked me, but when I told them it was just stress caused by the exams, they did not ask more. The problem was Blaise Zabini.

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"What did he do, mother? If he did the same as last time in the corridor before daddy saved you, I'm going to…" Bevery got up from the couch, getting angry.

"No darling, it was more like the other way round," Hermione said calmly.

"What? He was crying and you started to hex him?" she asked confused as her both parents laughed.

"No, no, of course not. Just wait and you'll see"

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Yes. So the problem was him. He approached when many classes ended. I avoided him at first but he finally got me. At first I was scared. He was a Slytherin friend of Draco Malfoy, you know.

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"And what?" the oldest Draco asked. Hermione Malfoy rolled her eyes.

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"Hullo Granger." He said it in a tone that surprised me. Was he being civil with me?

"What do you want Zabini?" I asked still not trusting him.

"Granger, don't worry, I won't hurt you," he smirked Slytherinly, "you're one of us now." He laughed at his own joke.

"It's not funny Zabini. Even if I'm with Draco -yes, Draco, not Malfoy- that doesn't mean I am friends of you Slytherins!" I spat at him jokingly.

"Well, I've not come here to discuss if you are or not inside our social club, I am here to talk about Draco as you must suppose." His voice lowed with each word he said.

"What about him?" I took time to look at him. Eventhough he was a dark boy, he was very handsome. He was fit. Maybe more than Dra…

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"Is this of great significance in this story, love," he said trying not to sound too bitter and she grinned at him. "What?" he asked after a long time of her grinning.

"You're sooooo jelous, Draco," Hermione said sweetly to his husband.

"Me? No way! You should be…" but her lips on his stopped him from ending his sentence.

"I love you, Draco," she looked deeply into his eyes so close to hers.

"Me too, Herm…," he started dreamly.

"Okay, that's it! I'm here remember? You shouldn't do this in front of me! I'm still a little girl," Beverly smirked Malfoyly.

"Well, after all you've got my smirk, Bev," his father smiled affectionately.

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"Granger what have you planned?" he asked in a low voice.

"Planned? For what? For Draco's birthday?" he laughed bitterly at my comment. What else could it be if not Draco's birthday?

"Granger, Granger," he nodded at me smiling a bit. "You Gryffindors are always so innocent…," he grinned, "No, not have you planned for Draco's birthday, but for the decision he has made." I looked at him quizzically and he sighed. "Look, Draco is going to become a Death Ea…" he started.

"Excuse me?" I asked incredously. "If I'm not mistaken, he has not got in contact with anyone in this school to tell his decision."

"But we all know what his decision will be, Granger." He smirked at me.

"No one knows what he is going to choose. Draco Malfoy is unpredictable and you don't know him well enough if you say that he is going to become a Death Eater without even thinking it two times. He…I…" I was starting to collapse. All the pressure from the last week, Draco's disappearance and now Blaise.

"Oh please, Granger, don't tell me you really think he has such a big thing for you to give his life for your's. Well, maybe he has been affected by your relationship more than any other that he has shared with another girl but that doesn't mean he will give his life to save you." he snorted. His words stroke me. I had not look at it from that point of view…. "The day Draco Malfoy goes against his father, rejects being a Death Eater and gives his life to save a mudblood will be the day I'll go out with a Gryffindor! Mark my words!" and with that, he went away.

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"But isn't uncle Blaise married with auntie …" Beverly asked, stranged.

"shhh, you're going to ruin the story darling!"

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Oh no

It can't be true! He will not kill me! But of course it can be true. Give his life for me? What was I thinking? But there's still a small chance… if only he… I just want him back! I need him, I need to talk to him! It's tomorrow he has to make his decision and I will not bear loose him again. I can't loose Draco.

I went back to my common room more confused than ever. What would he choose? The old Draco Malfoy would not have doubted a second but the new one… I don't think he loves me enough. I went to sleep and a single tear ran down my cheek. What would tomorrow bring?

I woke up next morning later than usual and had to skip breakfast in the Great Hall. We had transfiguration, one of my favourite subjects and I did not even accomplish what we had to do, contrary to what I normally do. Even McGonagall asked me if there was something wrong. Harry also looked at me worriedly but he new better and did not ask me because he knew it had something to do with the disapperence of Draco and I would not tell him. Ron was a different story. He hung around me all day trying to cheer me up with his jokes and comments but I only smiled sadly at him. I couldn't have two better best friends.

The sun was setting and I started to cry. I know it's not Hermione-like but I couldn't stop it. I cried for him. For us. For all the pressure on our relationship. For everything. Then I heard the portrait open. No one had the password except for Draco and me… Draco?

I looked up and saw a very dishevelled Draco Malfoy. His hair was all messy, his clothes were half stripped and he wore a very determined expression in his eyes. He locked them to mine as he came near me. What was he doing? He hadn't even greeted me! He stopped so close to me I could feel his breath in my nose.

"Wha-" I started angrily, but I was stopped by a pair of lips crashing furiously into mine. His tongue entered my mouth and he kissed me fiery. Very fiery. At first I was surprised of all the passion he put on the kiss but I instantly answered him back with the same intensity as him. But there was something strange about that kiss. There was need and desperation. There was goodbye.

Oh no

When we parted he hugged me tightly. I closed my eyes and heard him whisper: "I love you, Hermione Jane Granger. Now and forever." And he went away, like he came. My eyes widened as I digested the information and sank to my knees, covering my face and crying again. Minutes later, a paper on the floor caught my attention.

A/N: I am really, really, sorry. But now that I've finished my exams, I can focus entirely on fanfiction so next chapter will be up in a short time, I promise:D.

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