AN: Ok so I decided to tie it back up with the beginning but you may regret asking me to add another installment haha. It's very short, I know. This takes place immediately after chapter 1 so you may want to quickly browse over that to get back up to speed. There's a slim chance I may give it a happier ending if I feel particularly inspired.
Present day:
Draco sat on the porch with his head in his hands trying to clear his mind. He was alone…and there would be no one coming out to join him.
He wished he could go back and re-do every conversation he'd had with her. He'd been so smug and cavalier about everything, trying to ignore what was happening. What other option was there? Draco Malfoy, death eater extraordinaire, couldn't very well walk up to the brightest witch of their age and…what, ask to hold hands?
It took him a long time to even realize he wanted to do cheesy sweet things like that with her. By the point he noticed that he no longer despised being near her, he was too far gone. He couldn't stop himself from getting deeper and deeper every time they went out to that same stupid spot on the porch. He didn't exactly have a lot of experience with dealing with feelings. At least he'd finally shown her how he felt before she was injured.
His brief conversation, if you could call it that if one partner is unconscious, with Hermione earlier that night had been the first time he'd been alone with her since that night.
Draco stood up and left the porch. That spot had become a place of comfort over the last year but it didn't seem to help him tonight.
Four days. Four days later, Hermione opened her eyes. Draco longed to immediately rush to her side as soon as he heard but she was surrounded by her friends and he didn't think he'd be welcome.
After all, he wasn't Hermione's friend.