This is a fanfiction part 2 to unicornesque's original story! I loved this story so much and I decided to write a fanfiction-sequel to this. DISCLAIMER: I am NOT trying to steal any credit to this story, this is only what I believe would happen after the events of the first and ORIGINAL story. All rights to these characters belong to J.K. Rowling. This fanfiction storyline belongs to unicornesque! Also, this story will not be super long so I combined all the chapters in one and marked the separated parts!

Chapter 1

Hermione heaved herself into bed and sobbed for what seemed for hours. Though it had only been minutes since her final parting with Draco, she longed for his touch. She missed his soft, slightly-accented voice and his silky-platinum hair. The way his lips curled into that very Slytherin-like smirk. Heck, she even missed the way he cleared his throat as a nervous habit. Oh, how the memory of his silvery eyes was enough to set her into another fit of heart-wrenching sadness. She wished she could be selfish and run away with him. "If only things were different," she thought to herself.

As Draco stepped through the flames, he came face to face with his dear mother. She was as refined as ever, but as soon as she saw her beloved son, her dazzling blue eyes couldn't help but brim with tears. Narcissa gathered her only son into a long, tight hug and hurried him into the dining room for a spot of tea.

After a couple hours, Hermione reluctantly got out of bed and made her way to her desk. Luckily, she had the room to herself and didn't feel the need to hold back her sadness. Although she was becoming closer to Pavarti and Lavender, she wasn't comfortable enough to let them see her like this. Honestly, she wished her best friends, Harry or Ginny, were with her at the moment. She loved Ron; however, he was not the best when it came to emotional situations. Hermione dug through the drawers of her desk and got out a quill and a brand new notebook. She carefully dipped her quill into the dark, shiny ink and began writing. Hermione knew she wouldn't be able to contact Draco until who knows how long, so she decided to write everything she would want to tell him if he were still with her. Dear Draco…

Draco sat across from his mother and recounted the details of his time at Hogwarts and even dove into his blooming relationship that was so quickly cut short. Although Narcissa wasn't exactly pleased that Draco was fraternizing with a muggle-born, she could tell that he really cared about Hermione. The way Draco talked about her made his eyes shine as she had never seen them do before. Narcissa waited until Draco was finished with his long spiel in french. She was actually surprised that he told her so much because usually, he would never share so much with anyone. "Your story sounds very much like something I have lived through with your father," Narcissa said. Draco looked at her wide-eyed.

"There is no way I am anything like him," said Draco.

"Yes, I agree, you are much more of a man than him, Draco. You are stronger and sweeter. You have the courage and proper morals."

"Then how can you even compar-

"I didn't mean it like that. I meant that you and Hermione's situation somewhat mirrors Lucius and my own."

Draco thought to himself for a minute and realized that this revelation sort of made sense. Headmaster Dumbledore did mention Lucius's love for his mother, though he was deranged. Their differences in the war kept them apart as Lucius remained a minion to the Dark Lord, while his mother escaped such a terrible life. Like them, Hermione and Draco were separated because of the Dark Lord's return. He dreaded that his future with Hermione was currently unknown. He honestly didn't know if he'd ever see her again.

Narcissa could see the worry begin to plaster on Draco's porcelain and normally unreadable face.

"It's not over yet, dear. Continue to have faith, and what truly belongs to you will return, eventually."

Chapter 2

Stretching her back from her uncomfortable position from her desk, Hermione realized she had fallen asleep in the middle of her writings to Draco. She looked around and saw her roommates had already left for breakfast. Deciding to head down herself, she trudged down the stairs of Gryffindor tower and into the Great Hall.

Upon entrance, many eyes drifted over to her appearance. Harry, sitting at the Gryffindor table with Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville, was surprised that she'd even showed up. Noticing the stares, Hermione realized how awful she must look. Her eyes were ever so puffy due to all the crying she'd done the previous night, and her wild hair was even messier as she hadn't bothered to brush it before coming down. At this point, she didn't care, so she sunk into a seat between Harry and Ron and laid her head down on the table. Harry and Ron shared a look, and Ron got up to gather a plate of food for Hermione.

"Cheer up, Hermione! Before you know it, you and Draco will see each other again. Honestly, you might need a break from all the ogling you two kept up. It was a little nauseating to witness," said Seamus half-heartedly.

Harry, Neville, and Dean shot him a look at him.

"I was only kidding," he mumbled.

Another round of glares was shot at him.

Seamus turned a bright pink and spluttered, "only kidding to the second part! I am positive you two will be reunited and get married and live happily ever after."

Rolling his eyes, Harry put his arm around Hermione and whispered something into her ear.

"He's a bloody idiot. He walks around all day with a foot in his mouth. But he is also right. I am confident that you and Draco will end up together. How could you not?"

Hermione sighed and lifted her head to meet Harry's gaze, and nonchalantly said, "if either of us is murdered by the Dark Lord or one of his insane followers." Secretly her heart fluttered with hope from Harry's words.

Finally, Ron returned to the table, and both he and Harry spent the rest of breakfast trying to get Hermione to eat before all three of them left for class.

About two weeks had passed since Hermione and Draco's separation. Hermione was sitting in the library with Harry and Ron when Ginny came striding over to their table. She dropped a newspaper article in the middle of the table and said, "look at all this rubbish that Skeeter has written."

Harry pushed his glasses up his nose and tentatively picked up the newspaper. He didn't want to accidentally provoke the already riled up Ginny Weasley.

Hermione stood up from her side of the table and peered over Harry's shoulder. Her eyes comedically popped out of her head, and she gathered all of her stuff and ran to Gryffindor tower.

Ginny chased after her while Ron demanded that Harry tell him what happened.

Harry got up, tossed the paper over to Ron, and quickly followed Ginny to comfort Hermione.

Ron scanned over the pages, his face becoming a deep Weasley red. That bloody Skeeter woman needs to get a life, he thought to himself.

What was written on the front cover was an entire story on how Hermione might have been in a love triangle with The Chosen One and the son of a death eater.

Ginny and Harry finally caught up to Hermione. They found her in the common room viciously scribbling something into a notebook.

Ginny sat down next to her, and Harry sat on Hermione's other side. Tears were threatening to fall at the end of her bottom lashes.

"Are you okay, Hermione?" Ginny asked.

"It-, it's fine, I am fine," Hermione replied, quickly wiping away the tears with the sleeve of her jumper.

"You don't look alright; honestly, Hermione, don't even bother reading any of Skeeter's stories," said Harry.

"It's not that. Of course, anyone who isn't a complete fool would listen to that cow of a woman. It's just that I spent these past couple of weeks trying to not even talk about Draco, and it's just hard seeing Skeeter publish something about him as well. The only time I let myself think about Draco is when I write to him."

"YOU WHAT?" Ginny and Harry said in unison.

It was at that moment Ron came into the room with a plate full of sandwiches.

Ginny and Harry looked over at Ron and shook their heads disapprovingly.

"What? I was hungry!" Ron exclaimed.

Chapter 3

Looking back over to Hermione, Ginny said, "What do you mean you write to Draco? I thought no contact was to be made with him from anyone, especially you!"

"YOU'VE BEEN WRITING TO DRACO?" Ron boomed. "THAT IS SERIOUSLY DANGEROUS HERMIONE!

Harry wiped away some of the crumbs that hit his glasses and turned to Ron. "Hold on, mate, let's see what she has to say first. Hermione is sensible and wouldn't do anything so daft."

Hermione looked knowingly at Harry and said, "At least someone here knows me."

Both Ginny and Ron apologized sheepishly and asked for her to explain.

"Well, ever since Draco left, I began writing to him in this notebook. I miss him so much, and I figured that doing this would somewhat ease my longing to talk to him."

Ginny looked at Hermione remorsefully and gave her a long hug.

Harry and Ron didn't know what to do and felt quite awkward but then decided to follow Ginny's actions and hugged her as well.

It was nearing the end of the summer, and Draco was still stuck at home with his mother. He loved his mother dearly, but he missed being around his friends. He especially missed Hermione.

Pacing back and forth in the living room, Draco didn't look up from studying the floor until he heard a voice.

"Careful, or you'll make a hole in the floor."

Draco turned to face his mother, and she saw that although his face seemed indifferent, his eyes revealed everything.

Narcissa pulled her son into a warm embrace and said, "what's the matter, dear?"

Draco scoffed and replied, "you mean other than the fact that we are stuck in this house for an unknown amount of time?"

"I'll choose to ignore that snarky comment."

"I'm sorry, mother, it's just that a new term is starting and I am thinking about everything I will miss. The quidditch games, the writing for the newspaper, being able to contact Hermione. Everything and everyone will move on without me."

"Don't be silly; no one will forget about you. I know these circumstances are far from ideal, but it's to keep you safe. I will be damned if anyone dares to hurt you, Draco."

"I know, I know, but I can't help but feel this way," Draco said as he slumped into a pearl white couch.

Narcissa sat down gracefully next to her son and lovingly petted his head.

"Everything happens for a reason, and eventually, if you are patient, things might just go your way."

Narcissa then got up to prepare some dinner. All the house-elves were freed because Dumbledore found it necessary to keep absolutely no contact with Narcissa and Draco. Also, none of the elves could secretly let anything spill to the wrong person.

Left to his sulking, Draco thought about Hermione and her wonderfully vanilla-scented hair.

Chapter 4

Harry looked down at his hand that was death-gripped around his wand. He then lifted his head and looked at his surroundings. The sky was deep, stormy grey, chunks of the castle's walls were all around him. He then looked at the ground directly in front of him and saw the pile of ash.

The war was over.

Draco was sitting at his desk, writing, when his mother barged into his room.

"Mother are you al-"

"THE WAR IS OVER," she squealed.

He leaped up, grabbed her arm, and pulled her into the fireplace.

Hermione ran from Ron's embrace towards Harry with Ron quick on her heels.

She wrapped her arms in a devil-tight hug and thought she might never let go.

"It's over," she whispered.

Ron joined in their hug and pulled them into his long arms. He almost towered over the other two.

As Ron finally pulled away, he looked up and saw bright silvery hair in the distance.

"Hermione…"

"In a minute, Ronald, everyone thought Harry was dead when Hagrid carried him back to the castle. And then we were all shocked when he fell out of poor Hagrid's arms and began the battle again. We almost lost him AGAIN!"

"Okay, to be fair, we could have lost everyone, and it's not like Harry couldn't take on old Voldie."

"Yeah, right," Harry said sarcastically. "Honestly, it was pure luck that his spell bounced back to him."

Ron and Hermione continued on their friendly banter when Harry caught sight of what Ron had initially talked about.

"Hermione…" Harry began.

Hermione finally lifted her head and looked in the direction of where Harry was pointing.

Hermione's deep brown eyes locked with a pair of silvery grey ones.

For the second time in his life, Draco ran. Oh, did he run. He had seen her bushy hair in the distance with Potter and Weasley. "Hermione!" he shouted.

Hermione ran to meet him, and they embraced for who knows how long.

It had been two years since they had last seen each other. It wasn't surprising that they didn't move on from each other. Draco had no contact with anyone other than his mother, and Hermione had been so busy helping Harry defeat Voldemort that there was no time to look at any other boys. Plus, her heart belonged to only one.

Draco had since grown a right half afoot, and now his hair was slightly more tousled than usual. Probably because he had just been running. He seemed to be a little more muscular and was just as handsome since she'd last seen him. Maybe even more beautiful than before, actually. Though he went through some minor physical changes. His eyes were the same. And she loved them.

Draco finally stepped back and took a good look at Hermione. She was stunning. Although she was slightly dirty from all the ash and had small cuts and bruises on her face, she was gorgeous. Her eyes gleamed with lust, and her hair was not frizzy but looked incredibly soft.

He took a piece of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. Frowning, he saw that she was bleeding in the spot that had been covered by her hair. He took out his wand and cast a healing spell to fix up her cuts, bruises, and the gash that caused the primary bleeding.

"I've missed you," Hermione whispered as she pulled him back into an embrace and tucked her head into his chest.

Draco's heart filled at those words. He looked down and lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her. They felt sparks, just like they did the first time they touched in the Hogwarts library only two years ago. Draco deepened the kiss and ran one hand through her hair while the other cupped her cheek. His thumb wiped away the steady stream of tears that fell from her large, brown eyes.

When they parted, he said, "I waited so long for this moment, when we would finally be reunited."

"I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again," Hermione responded.

"I worried, but I had faith. My mother told me that if something truly belonged to me, then it would return. You and I belong to each other, so I knew we'd meet again."

"I love you," Hermione said through her sobs of happiness.

"I love you more than you will ever know. Mon Coeur est tien. And it will only ever be yours.

"Oh! I have something for you. Well, actually, it might have been destroyed during the battle, but I kept a notebook for you these past couple of years."

Draco cocked his head to the side and smirked, "And here I thought I was the romantic french."

Hermione rolled her eyes and snuggled back into his chest.

They continued to hold each other until Harry tapped Hermione on the shoulder.

"Um, Hermione, Draco, would you guys like to come back to the Burrow? I doubt anyone would like to hang around here for much longer."

Hermione looked up and blushed.

"Yes, of course, Harry."

She then looked up at Draco, waiting for his response.

"I would be more than happy to leave this dreadful scene. Thank you, Harry."

Draco reached out and shook Harry's hand. Harry knew from the look in Draco's eyes that his thanks were for more than the invite to the Burrow.

The sun was setting, and the sky slowly cleared from the heavy clouds. Hermione quickly pecked Draco on the cheek and squeezed his hand. They followed Harry back to where the Weasley's were waiting, hand in hand.

This time, they left together, never to leave each other's side again.

Thank you! This was my first ever story and I know it is quite short. I wanted to get to the happy ending, but I hope I told it well.