Well, I'm finally getting around to posting the endings for this story. I hope you like them! This little one is the happy ending that I wrote. I liked both endings so much that I couldn't decide which one to pick and post. Tell me which one you like more!
He bit his lip. "I guess this is goodbye then. There really is no other way."
"Not for us. If you don't do this, it's the end for you as well—and I couldn't bear that. Goodbye, Draco."
Reaching to his belt, he closed his eyes and drew his wand. He fingered the grain of the wood. His finger curled around the handle on instinct. He raised the wand blindly. Ignoring her resigned sigh and the shaking of his hands, he pulled his wand back.
And hesitated.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three.
The seconds melded into minutes.
"I can't do it." He hung his head in relief or shame, he didn't know which.
She was at his side in a moment. "Good." She took the wand out of his hand and dropped it carelessly onto the ground.
He raised his eyes and looked at her through his lashes. "Hermione," he breathed before wrapping her in a fierce hug.
"Hermione," he whispered again, pulling back to look at her once more. She smiled, tears shining in her eyes.
"Hermione, are you there now?" He asked, his own tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Yes," she laughed. He laughed as well, pain seeming to leave his body with his chuckles and catching the last breeze of the storm like an albatross.
His thumb traced circles on her cheek, wiping away a stray tear before pressing his lips to hers. Happiness coursed through his veins and they slipped into familiar affinity. She smiled into the kiss, and he couldn't help but laugh again as they pulled away.
"I knew you couldn't do it," Hermione commented as he bent to pick up his wand.
"Well aren't you always bloody right Granger?" He remarked and smirked at her.
She laughed quietly and intertwined their fingers. Raising her own wand, she Apparated them both in the blink of an eye.
Draco smiled when they landed. "The Three Broomsticks?" He asked, turning to face her.
"Well, we haven't seen each other in years. I figure I've got to get to know you before you ask me out." She replied, leading the way in.
They sat at their usual booth and two butterbeers appeared in front of them, courtesy of the waitress. Draco nodded his thanks before he gave his attention back to the beautiful woman in front of him. "And how sure are you that I'm going to ask you out?"
A wistful smile graced her lips. "We never finished our last date."
He smiled as well, caught up in a wave of memories. Echoes of past days where nothing had mattered but her hand in his and the sun on their skin. "Back when we spoke the language of heaven," he mused, quoting something she had said years before.
"Maybe we can learn how to speak it again." She shrugged with a timid grin, one that he returned.
"Maybe we can," he conceded, slipping both his feet around one of her ankles from underneath the table and clinking his mug to hers. "To the perfect day."
"Cheers, Malfoy."