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Saying Goodbye for One Last Time

Large chocolate eyes slowly opened at the blinding sun light that was now shining through the trees. Squinting and taking a look around Hermione allowed a groan to emit from her vocals. She would never drink again, ever! It was when she finally noticed who she was laying with that things got interesting. Pressed up against her body with his arm holding her tight was none other then Draco Malfoy.

"Holy shit…"

She murmured her words as she frantically looked for some form of an escape rout. How in the hell did she wind up next to him? Looking down and noticing what, lack there was of clothing, the memories of the prior night came flooding back.

This was not good, oh no, not good at all!

Wriggling herself free of his arm and unzipping the sleeping bag, Hermione scuttled out from under the covers, her hands trying to hide her breasts and other parts as she backed away over to the edge of the Forbidden Forest where she found clothes, or at least a few pieces of her wardrobe she had gone out with the prior night. Her shirt and her shorts, she had no clue where her undergarments were and she wasn't about to stick around to try and find them.

Pulling her clothes on and tying her hair back up into a pony; Hermione held her wand firmly in her grasp as if she was scared something was going to pop up out of no where. Last night had been, eventful and exciting but she would never tell him that.

As far as she knew he might have been so completely impaired that he would not even remembered last nights events. That way, they could just go on with their lives, pretending that nothing ever happened.

The walk took much longer then it had in the past, aside from the splitting headache and the occasional vomit sessions behind a bush, Hermione finally made it into the dark castle where little to no light was shed. If it wasn't too much to ask for, Hermione hoped that the common room was empty when she got to it, so she wouldn't have to face anyone of her friends and explain (or lie) why she had been out all night.

Apparently the Gods didn't give a damn about her and were punishing her because when she finally made it back up to the common room Hermione found almost every Gryffindor packed inside getting ready to take the train ride home.

The noise, the lights – it was all she could do to keep herself in once piece and keep what ever contents she had left inside of her, down.

"FOUND HER!" Taelyn came bounding across the room and threw her arm over a sick Hermione's shoulder.

"Don't yell I am standing right beside you." Regan spoke as she walked up just behind Tae, a smirk played across her face.

"Harry has been looking for you everywhere!" Taelyn spoke as she looked down to Hermione and noticed something different about her. "My god, where is your bra?"

Even the whisper from Taelyn made Hermione cringe. It sounded so loud, and her head was splitting into two. She was definitely never going to have alcohol ever again.

"Lost it, down by the lake, slept there last night," and before Regan could interrupt Hermione continued, "alone."

"Sure you did." Regan smirk suddenly turned into a concerning smile as Hermione finally doubled over and puked all over the ground. It was cleaned up in an instant by one of the six year boys who had almost stepped into it.

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Two hours later Hermione allowed her eyes to flicker open as she stayed under her covers, looking around the room for a moment before she noticed everyone's trunks, including hers were packed up and gone. Fresh pair of clothes were laid out on the end of her bed and to Hermione's pleasure; it was a pair of sweat pants and an oversized hoodie. The t-shirt was just an old gray color that had an image on the back of her last name and auto shop, since 1931. Her grandparents had owned an auto shop since they were freshly out of school, of course now her uncle Ron Granger was the soul owner seeing as they had passed it down.

It was nine thirty which meant she had thirty minutes to dress, get ready and get down to the train station. Would have been nice if someone had warned me not to drink so much.

Within fifteen minutes Hermione had taken a shower and put on her clothes. She didn't bother to bring her shirt and shorts from the previous night because as of that moment, she didn't want to ever remember what happened. Yet, the night came back in flashes (along with her hang over) and with everything she saw, and everything she remembers, Hermione Granger wanted anything BUT Draco to stop.

Sighing heavily and wandering out of the room and down into the common room the sight of Harry, Ron, Lavender, Parvati, Regan, Taelyn and Nadia made her smile weakly. This was the last time they would ever be in that room, together as a family.

"It feels strange, doesn't it?" Lavender piped up to break the silence, though all she got in return were a few head nods and Ron gripping her hand a bit tighter.

"How do they expect us to just up and leave, and never come back?" Taelyn spoke next, as she looked around.

Hermione didn't look at the group until they were getting aboard the train. She was too transfixed at the thought of leaving the halls of Hogwarts, and never coming back—maybe forever. Who knew, maybe she would stay in the Americas instead of coming back to become a professor?

"Hey Hermione, a word?" Harry motioned towards an empty compartment where Hermione followed silently.

She didn't look up at him, and the silence settled over them for thirty minutes before she broke out of her trance to look up at the ever dashing boy-who-lived. He had grown much more appealing as the years had gone on, so much so they too had given in to a fling behind Ron's back. They never talked about it of course; it had ended because Ron and her relationship ended.

It ended because it was too good to last.

Or at least that is what they had made themselves believe.

"So, err um, your really leaving then? To the Americas I mean."

"Yes, tomorrow we all meet up-"

"Tomorrow?!"

"I told you and Ronald yesterday that I was leaving in two days… Please Harry, don't make this harder then it already is."

Harry's emerald eyes watched her curiously as he allowed his thoughts to roam wildly at the possibilities of what was making her leave. Was it him? Was it something to do with her parents? Had something happened he hadn't been informed about? The possibilities were endless.

"Sorry Mione, I just thought we would all be spending one last summer together before, well you know—the war takes place."

"I will only be in the states for two months, and I promise I will write every week." She looked rather exhausted and Harry noticed this. He pulled her into him and stroked her cheek gently and only stopped five or so minutes after she had fallen into a deep sleep.

They stayed together for over half of the train ride and only awoke when some rowdy kids came barging through the hallway, hitting the compartment doors and being nuisances. Wincing a tad as Hermione's hangover was finally wearing off, allowing her to feel the pain that had taken over 'down there'; she groaned and sat up from her comfortable position against Harry.

In moments Hermione cursed as she jumped up and flung the compartment door open.

"So sorry Harry, I have a meeting with Dumbledore and…" She paused, not wanting to even think about him for a long time. "Yeah, well I will catch up with you later? After the train ride, yes?"

Harry nodded as they both exited the compartment and went in their separate direction. They had been in a compartment at the near end of the train and her meeting (which she was already thirty minutes late for) was being held up at the front of the train.

Rushing down the hall way and dodging in an out of people, Hermione didn't see it coming. His hands wrapped around her upper arms in a tight squeeze as he got her to halt in the middle of the hall way.

There he was, gorgeous as ever with his shaggy hair and piercing gray eyes. Oh yes, she had shamelessly shagged him and then fallen for him. Maybe it was lust, and nothing more then a simple feeling that would disappear on her trip to the Americas.

"Where have you been Granger?" He apparently, was in a rather fowl mood and Hermione had no intention on speaking so instead of replying to his less-then-pleasant question, she tried to break free of his grasp.

Of course she knew just what to do to make him release.

"Last names already? As I recall someone was more then willing to scream out Hermione last night." Hermione watched as Draco's smirk fell from his face and his eyes narrowed. She wasn't about to let him get a word in as she twisted away from his grip and started walking away.

"OY! You're the one that left in a hurry this morning, darling." Draco sneered as he caught up with her stride.

Halting, her deep chocolate eyes glairing up at him, Hermione shoved him into a compartment and glared angrily at the three first years that occupied it. They seemed to have gotten the message and within a few moments had scurried out and shut the door behind them.

"How dare you Draco Malfoy! You know why I left, and if you were awake then why didn't you say anything? Because you knew it was for the best. As far as I am concerned, from this moment on nothing happened last night." She turned and made for the door but Draco grabbed her outstretched hand and twirled her around to face him.

His lips fell onto hers and even as her mind raced, telling her to push him off and yell at him she couldn't. It felt too good to sin. Within moments her hands had laced up and around his shoulders, playing a bit with his hair, nipping playfully at his bottom lips every few times they broke from their snog session. One hand found its way down the back of her sweats as he grabbed her ass and the older was held firmly on her lower back.

The warmth from him, it made her melt.

"Anything off the trolley dears?" The voice was growing closer and when she was outside of the compartment (the door had been shut and the curtains drawn) did Hermione break away from him.

"We can't—I—no, there is no—goodbye Draco."

Slipping out of the compartment and shutting the door behind her, Hermione scuttled down the hallways and didn't look back until she entered a compartment where she found Albus Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snap. She spoke her apologies about being late and how she had fallen asleep and didn't wake up till just a few minutes prior. When she had finished explaining, Draco entered and sat at the opposite side of the compartment.

The meeting was long, taking the rest of the train ride. It mostly consisted of the professors saying goodbye for one last time to their heads, and Dumbledore was offering both a position as professors. Draco would take over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and Hermione would take Professor McGonagall's job, for reasons not related to the meeting.

Draco agreed without any questions but Hermione was hesitant. She wanted a job like that, and to be offered it just out of school was amazing but… "I am leaving for the Americas tomorrow so I wouldn't really have time to train or, anything."

At this Draco looked up at her with a weird look on his face. So, he had shagged a mudblood and then passionately snogged her the following day and she was just going to up and leave? Lust or love, he didn't care which, something was going on with the two of them and Draco wanted more of her. He needed more of her.

It was McGonagall who spoke next as she looked from Albus to Hermione. "I wouldn't want to interrupt your trip, but I assume you could give up a few hours every Wednesday night?" It was settled, she would start training every Wednesday night from five to nine pm at Hogwarts. She would of course Floo to Hogsmeade and walk to her lessons, but Hermione knew that if she had turned the offer down, she would have seriously regretted her decision.

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The next day, Hermione decided that she would first go off and visit the Burrow to see everyone and say her last goodbyes because she wouldn't see them for a little over two months, and who knew if when she came back some of them wouldn't be missing.

Hermione grabbed Ron in one last hug as she smiled warmly to the Weasley clan and Harry, who would be spending his summer with the Weasley's seeing as he was of age and didn't need to go back to the Dursleys.

"Have fun Mione!" Harry spoke in an attempt at being happy but anyone could see that he was not very fond of the idea.

"You guys all need to write to me! Keep me updated with, stuff."

"Of course we will! Have fun with Regan and the girls dear; don't give your grandparents any grief." Molly smiled brightly before she broke down into tears. It would be the first time they would have been separated for this long amount of time. What with the war waging, everyone was scared to even go out of their houses let alone travel to some foreign place.

With a pop Hermione apparated into her living room where she met her mother and father sitting on the couch and Regan, Taelyn and Nadia examining everything in the house. Regan and Nadia were both pure bloods and so they knew very little about the muggle world, aside from Muggle Studies.

"You guys ready to get going?" Hermione asked as she eyed her friends with a smirk on her face. The trip would be fun, and interesting to say the least.

A/N: So this chapter kind of sums up the last day at Hogwarts and them saying goodbye to everyone. It was shorter then I would have liked but no matter, as long as it is over 2500 I am happy with it. I will not update the next chapter until I have at least 10 reviews, so review please and give me input. It's slow now, but things will start to fall into place, I promise!