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The Best of Me

Chapter 10

The following days were bliss for Fred. If you saw him, you saw Hermione, they were inseparable.

Fred was happier then he had ever been in his entire life, he had Hermione, and he was positive she really liked him.

Hermione was lying on the hill above Hogwarts; it was night, and beautifully clear. The stars were shining down on her, and she soaked them up, like the rays of the sun.

Thoughts rushed through her head at the speed of light, but she kept coming back to one face, Fred's.

"He's everything I could ever want; he's everything I could ever need." Hermione sighed, "Why do I feel this way?" she questioned the sky.

When she received no answer, it made her want to cry. Tears sprang into her eyes, "I want to love him!" she shouted at the sky. "I truly do! I know he loves me, but why, why can't I love him?"

The tears that had been streaming down her face, turned into body racking sobs.

"Granger?" I soft voice asked.

Hermione whirled around to see pale blond hair against the moonlight, and crystalline blue eyes sparkled with concern.

"M-Malfoy?" Hermione stammered. She quickly turned around and wiped at her eyes furiously on her sleeve.

"Yes Hermione, it's me." Draco said stepping forward so they could see each other clearly. The hilltop was bathed in moonlight.

Hermione gasped at the sound of her name, on his lips. "You said my name," she replied breathlessly.

"I did," he agreed amiably.

"But… don't you… hate me?" she questioned curiously.

"Nope, never did, I don't believe all the death eater shit."

"Your, father," Hermione began.

"Is dead," Draco finished spitting on the ground. "I always wanted to befriend you, just never could.

"Really? I always wanted to be friends with you, even after all the names you called me."

"Yeah… sorry about that," Draco said rubbing his head sheepishly. "So to make up for lost time, friends?" He offered his hand to her.

Grinning at him she took it, "Friends Mal- Draco."

He grinned wider at hearing his name on her lips. "Well… shall we head back to the castle?"

Hermione shrugged, "Why not."

They headed down the hill laughing at past experiences, and looking forward to new ones.

Fred sat in the common room awaiting Hermione's return. She had said she needed some air, and had been gone for a couple hours, he was getting nervous.

The portrait hole opened, and Hermione came in, smiling for no apparent reason.

She skipped over to Fred, gave him a short but passionate kiss, and smiled softly at him, and seemingly floated up the stairs.

Fred stared after her in shock, he touched his lips softly. "Woah," was all he said, and he walked upstairs to his dorm in shock.

The next morning dawned bright and clear, Hermione stretched with a yawn, and got out of bed, looking forward to the day ahead.

She took a nice warm shower, and flat ironed her hair, so it was still a little wavy, but not as much as before, putting on some de-frizzing spray, she stepped out of the bathroom to view her wardrobe.

Opening the drawers to the closet, a palm-pilot type thing flew in her hands, she flipped through it, for it showed all of her shirts, skirts, jeans, etc.

She finally chose a crimson blouse, black jeans, and a simple pair of red flip-flops. Satisfied with her outfit, she once again slid down the banister into the common room, though this time it was without any accidents at the bottom.

Reaching the great hall, she plopped down at the empty Gryffindor table. There were a couple Hufflepuffs, three Ravenclaws, and one Slytherin: Draco Malfoy.

He smiled at her slightly, and she smirked at him in return, an imitation of all the smirks he had given to her over the years.

He laughed silently, and returned to his breakfast, following his lead, she dug into the food she had piled on her plate. Picking up a mug, she filled it with coffee, and breathed in the heavenly aroma. Sipping it she grimaced at the bitter taste, quickly adding some sugar, and vanilla, she sipped it again, and this time smiled. "Ah, much better," she sighed in contentment.

"Talking to yourself Mione?" a familiar voice questioned.

"Harry!" Hermione jumped up and hugged him tight, "I haven't seen you in forever."

Harry loosened himself from Hermione's death grip that he could swear, she learned from Mrs. Weasly. Sitting down heavily next to her, he grabbed the pot of coffee and poured himself a cup.

"I've been busy, you know, the usual."

Hermione smiled at Harry, she had missed him, they hadn't really talked since they'd been back at Hogwarts. Oh sure they'd have small conversations every now and then, but nothing compared to what they used to be like.

They spent the rest of the morning out on the grounds, catching up on what they had missed with each other.

They sat down at the Whomping Willow, which had been stilled, by a very well done Patrificulas Totallas (AN I don't have the proper spelling sorry)

When they touched the tree, thousands of memories flashed through their minds, the memories made Hermione cry.

Harry reached out to her, and pulled her into an embrace, letting a tear or two of his own fall.

They fell asleep out there, and that's how George, and Fred found them, Harry's arms around Hermione's small waist, his chin on the top of her head.

To someone who didn't know any better, they would have thought them to be lovers. But to someone who knew them, they could see that their relationship was strictly platonic.

They had often slept like this after Voldermorts defeat, and were found often in the common room having fallen asleep there, at least twice a week.

Fred gently took Hermione's sleeping figure from Harry, and made his way to the tower, her body in his arms. George woke Harry, and they followed silently behind Fred.

When they reached the tower, Fred placed Hermione on a plush sofa, and placed a blanket over her.

The boys receded from the room, leaving Hermione dreaming of that dreadful, yet wonderful day in third year.

THE END OF CHAPTER 10!

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