I'm back. And so, so sorry! It was exams week. Ugh. A horrible period, but now I am free to continue my fanfics. Or until May. Sigh. Here I am with the last chapter, but I am planning to add a small epilogue after this. Please tell me what you guys think!

Disclaimer. Nope, not me. J.K. Rowling owns Harry and Co., I begged her to sell me Hermione (not to mention Draco) once but she refused.

I can't thank you guys enough for your reviews last chapter. Heartfelt thanks to LongNeckChippy (who reviewed all of my fics!), Azureflower, a lovely person, and A fan. Love, and please don't forget to review this time!

Draco opened his eyes.

And closed them again.

After getting over the feeling of being pierced in the eyes by thousands of lightning bolts, he successfully peered around his bed.

And found that no one was there.

Sighing internally, he swung his legs out of the hospital bed and found his robes from the day before neatly pressed and folded on the bedside table. He slid them on, relishing in the feel of the smooth, tailored fabric instead of the thin, itchy hospital robes he had endured.

Hermione had said that he could leave today. Shame, really. Normally he had wanted to get out of the hospital as soon as possible, but then he would have to leave the warm, comforting aura of Hermione Granger behind.

He didn't really prefer the cold, empty Manor and his parents' equally stony faces over her company.

Speaking of Hermione, where was she anyway?

Why are you thinking about her, Draco? She doesn't give a flying Niffler about you. Draco mentally berated himself. Still, she had to come and see him off. She would, would she?

As Draco engaged in a mental battle with himself, Hermione stepped into the room. There was no conceivable way of ignoring her warm smile and friendly presence, and Draco couldn't help but smile back at her.

She took out her clipboard. "How are you today, Draco?" She seemed completely composed despite the embarrassment he had caused her the previous day. At this, Draco smirked, causing her to blush a little and look away. She cleared her throat.

"I am simply… ecstatic to leave St. Mungo's, Hermione. Oh, and if you are enquiring about my health, you will be pleased to discover that the potions provided have helped me and my infamous lungs, and for that, I am obliged to thank you." Draco ended his monologue, drawled in his most, well, drawliest voice, and smiled sincerely at Hermione.

Hermione startled as his backhanded compliment seemingly backhanded her across the face, but soon composed herself. She smiled back at him. Draco noticed how her eyes darted to the coffee cup on the nightstand.

"You are welcome, Draco, and most welcome to visit Mungo's at your pleasure, should you ever wish to." Hermione grinned, and turned to leave. She halted at the doorframe.

"Oh, and don't forget to drink your coffee, Draco. Goodbye." She swept out of the room.

Draco stared dreamily at her retreating form for a while before regaining consciousness and bestowing his Malfoy scowl at the coffee cup as if it had forced Draco to spend his day in a coal mine whipping orphans and punching his own mother in the kidneys.

He approached it cautiously, appraising it for spells. He hoped she hadn't decided to drug him.

He picked it up with his fingers carefully. There was writing on the plastic cup. It said:

Fight me?

12 Mayfair Avenue, Brooklyn Street, London.

Draco whooped and punched the air with his fist. His shout of glee echoed through the corridors, but he didn't care, all of his pureblood training gone down the drain.

Somewhere in the hospital, Hermione smiled.

She would be expecting an owl later today. She hoped he would ask her to dinner.

And we have reached the end! I loved writing this story. Thanks in advance to the people who review, and do tell me your opinion on whether I should write an epilogue or not. If you guys want to see the original tumblr post, you can google it under "fight me nurse tumblr" because i just can't seem to upload the link here. Thank you guys, again!