Chapter Seven- It Will Always Be You

Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to submit this chapter! I had actually written it in January, but I didn't have time to edit it until now because of school (it's my final year). This is the last chapter. I hope you've enjoyed reading my fanfic!


Draco finally came back from America. Neither Draco or Hermione attempted to close the distance between them and gave each other space.

"Hermione, how I feel sorry for you!" Parvati said to Hermione. "Draco and Pansy! I've heard all about it!"

"Yes, but did you see anything?" Hermione asked through gritted teeth.

"Well... no," Parvati admitted. "But it is rather intriguing."

Hermione was upset enough. She couldn't take the gossip. In History of Magic, Hermione couldn't concentrate and found her mind drifting. Draco swore that there was nothing going on between him and Pansy. Everyone insinuated that something, but they never actually saw anything. She wanted to trust Draco so bad. After History of Magic, she wanted to go to the library alone and think. Hurrying out the door, Harry rushed to Hermione and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Hermione," Harry said softly. "Can I talk to you? Somewhere private?"

Hermione nodded and walked into an empty classroom. Harry followed.

"No one will come in here. So what did you want to tell me?" Hermione asked.

"You know how I said that Draco and Pansy have been talking a lot lately and for you to be careful?" Harry started.

"Yeah?"

"Well, I lied," Harry said looking down. "They have been very distant, and more than ever. I think it must have been a setup. I've never seen anything that should alarm you."

"Why did you lie?" Hermione asked with shock in her voice.

"I lied because I'm jealous of you and Draco," Harry said slowly.

"Do you like me?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know. Maybe I can find out like this..." Harry mumbled. Suddenly Harry moved his body towards her and placed his head inches away from Hermione's.

"No, Harry," Hermione said gently. Harry moved away. "I love Draco. I like you Harry, just as a friend."

"I... I know," Harry faltered.

"Let's not let this incident get in the way of our friendship, I wouldn't want to lose it," Hermione made clear her feelings. "You're my best friend."

"Okay," Harry said. The two friends hugged. "Actually, I met a girl in America. We went out a few times, and we still write to each other. But I wanted something more. Draco said that he was jealous of my fame... well I'm jealous of what he shares with the one that means so much to him. I wanted what you and Draco share. Now I realise that I should be happy with what I have."

"You should be," Hermione said earnestly. "Look, things will work out with the girl you met, if you just try."

"I know," Harry admitted. " I'm sorry I shoved my problems on to you."

"Don't worry about it, since we're friends you can do that anytime," Hermione said.

Harry smiled.


Hermione did not know whether or not to tell Draco about how Harry had tried to kiss her. Well, they were still a couple and couples had to tell each other things in order to maintain trust. Hermione felt she hadn't done anything wrong, except make Draco feel bad for something he didn't do. After dinner, Draco was about to leave the Great Hall. Hermione approached him, but Draco's father stepped in her way from out of nowhere.

"You just don't stop at any lengths do you?" Lucius glared.

"No, I don't," Hermione simply said.

"Even when I jeopardise your educational opportunities."

"You manipulated the judging of who went to America?" Hermione accused.

"Yes, but I see that didn't work in separating you and Draco."

Draco heard the two voices and stepped between them.

"Father, leave her out of this!" Draco said firmly.

"Do you want to bring shame to the family?"

"The way I see it, I'm doing what people do in love, but I guess you wouldn't know what that is. How is love shameful?" Draco began raising his voice. "It's only in your eyes that I am shameful."

"I will never speak to you again, from now on you are no longer my son." Lucius threatened. "You can spend the rest of your years in an orphanage!"

"What are you talking about? I'm seventeen and of age already, in case you didn't know that," Draco said dryly. "I'm going to get a good career and aim to find my own home."

"You'll never hear from me again," Lucius said and with a sweep of his robes, he was gone.

"Oh, Draco," Hermione cried. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," Draco replied.

"I know that it was a setup, Harry told me that nothing was going on," Hermione explained.

"Yeah, I was thinking that my father had gotten someone to take the photo," Draco said. "He'll do anything to get between us. He probably told Pansy to get close to me to make you suspect something."

"That's what I was thinking," Hermione continued. "One more thing, at first Harry told me that he suspected something between you and Pansy..."

"But..."

"He lied... he lied because he was jealous of me and you. He said that he liked me and tried to kiss me..."

"He what!" Draco saw Harry and gave him a menacing look.

"No, Draco," Hermione placed a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Harry's just confused. He likes a girl in America anyway. Believe it or not, he was jealous of our relationship."

"Okay, but if he ever does anything again," Draco began and then laughed. "Just joking."

"I know he won't," Hermione smiled.

"I believe you," Draco smiled back.

"I believe you too."

"Hey, I missed you so much. We've haven't spoken for three weeks!" Draco exclaimed and then pulled her into a warm hug. They stood together for a few moments, then Draco kissed Hermione's cheek and said, "I got you something from America." He reached into his pocket and gave Hermione a small package which was in red wrapping paper and a golden ribbon. Hermione opened it and found two silver dangly earrings. At each end was a heart with a small diamond at the center of each.

"It's small, I know," Draco started.

"No, it's not," Hermione interrupted. "The hearts, they have so much meaning. Our hearts together are so deep and every bit is filled with love."

"That's sappy," Draco joked. "But it's true. Here, I'll help you put them on." She felt a tingling sensation as his hands grazed her ear lobes, but such warmth at the same time. They were so close that she could smell his cologne.

"I have something for you too,"

"Oh, so you didn't forget me," Draco smiled.

Hermione laughed and reached into the pocket of her robes and gave Draco another red parcel. Draco unwrapped it and found a silver watch.

"Look at the back," Hermione said.

It will always be you

"It was always you and always will be," Hermione told Draco.

"It will always be you too," Draco looked into Hermione's eyes.

Hermione placed the watch on Draco's hand then looked up at him. "Draco... did you mean what you said?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, I meant every bit of it."

"I mean, when you said you're doing what people do when they're in love."

"Of course I meant that," Draco said earnestly. "I love you."

"I love you too," Hermione answered him with equal honesty. "I've wanted to say that for so long."

"Me too," Draco lowered his head to Hermione's waiting face. She lifted her lips to his and they closed the distance with a loving kiss.