OK, for any of you who were angry with the fact that I totally kept them all seperate and miserable, here's a better ending for you. It starts back from the end of the very first chapter. Please R&R, tell me if you like it, if it really sucks, if it should be destroyed with the earth along with Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings's poetry (sorry, had a hitchhiker's guide moment there, excuse me for that)

Erised

(Ending Numero Deux) (Two different languages cause I'm stupid)

"What do you see?"

I couldn't bring myself to speak. I turned to face him. He looked pasty and sick, and his face was as blank as an empty slate.

"Well?" he asked, looking me in the eye.

"Erm...I see...Dumbledore alive. I see the whole school as it would be, if he had never been murdered." That was believable, I hoped. After all, I was a goody two-shoes. What more could I want than to have my favorite professor back?

"Oh." He bit his lip nervously, and then resumed his previous nastiness. "I should have known it would be something stupid like that." He contorted his face into a strange expression, and turned away, back towards the mirror. He stood for a moment, staring at the image, whatever it was. And suddenly I was curious.

On an impulse, I jumped beside him, to see what he was looking at so intently. I was aware of the fact that this would not work, but that did not mean that he was. It shouldn't work. But I was standing there, staring at my own desire, which produced a strange effect. Here I was, standing next to Draco Malfoy. And there I was also, kissing him as if there were no tomorrow.

"Hey," he remarked, backing up a step, and brushing my shoulder. "When two people lood, it's supposed to be a normal mirror." His eyes widened as we continued to gawk at the reflection. "Unless..."

"Unless what?" I could guess what he was thinking. It would make perfect sense, if we weren't...us. There was a large problem. Draco Malfoy was NOT, absolutely NOT looking at the same image as me. It was impossible. He should be seeing...Parkinson, or something. Not me. Not us.

He turned to see me. We were only a few inches apart, and I could feel his breath. "I think...," he shifted his weight to his left foot, tilting his head. "I think...I think it's time to go now." He turned away and towards the door. He glanced back as he grabbed the doorknob. "Coming?"

I shook my head, looking back into the reflection. If we could really see into the mirror at the same time, weren't we...didn't we have to be...looking at the same thing? It was simple logic, something I dealt with much better than boys or anything else.

It was only the second impulse I had ever acted on. The first had shown me my desire. Our desire. And my second expressed it. In the moments that it took me to cross the room, I saw him go through a thousand unfathomable emotions, before I pulled his face to mine.

The kiss lasted longer than I had expected. I had expected immediate rejection, a spluttering, angry Draco. But we pulled apart silently, calmly, in the halflit room.

I watched in panic as a smirk crossed his face. Had he just fooled me? Had I just made a complete ass of myself?

"I knew it..." he said, and pulled me close to him once more, enveloping me with his kiss.

(Indicating passage of time here)

I wiggled a bit as Ginny zipped up the back of the dress. "Ouch! I knew I should have laid off the Chocolate Frogs!"

Ginny slapped my arm playfully. "Oh, you look great! Put it this way, you can't look any worse than I do!" She motioned to her growing belly, enclosed in the pastel green bridesmaid dress. "I look like a beached whale!"

I giggled nervously and spun for her.

"Can you believe I'm finally getting married?" I asked, adjusting a strand of hair that kept falling into my eyes. My unruly hair never ceased bothering me, even after these several years.

"Yes," she said, giving me a saccharine smile, "but I can't believe that you're really going to marry HIM of all people!"

I couldn't help but grin at her as I pushed her towards the door. I caught a glimpse of the crowd as she walked down the aisle. My heart leapt into my throat when the music began to play, and I met my father just outside the door.

Tears filled my eyes as the old witch spoke. We repeated our vows holding hands, exchanged rings. The crowd whooped as we stepped in front of the mirror, tilted away from them, and, for the second time, both saw the same thing.

Before our eyes was this scene, exactly as it ws. Hand in hand with my beautiful husband, newly dubbed Mrs. Hermione Malfoy.

If you want, end it here but I wanted to put other characters in more so here is a last extension bit!!!!!!!!!!! (Don't you just love me?)

We walked down the aisle together, seeing our many guests. Mrs. Weasley, crying her eyes out. Harry, with his eyes narrowed sinisterly until he noticed me watching me. At my gaze he waved, grinning broadly. Faker. Ronald Weasley, seated beside his wife, who was blowing her nose and musing to him on "whether or not Crumple-Horned Snorcacks will bother them on their honeymoon." And even Minerva McGonagall, looking generally pleased. I would not be surprised if old Severus was lurking in that dark back corner, watching his little protege be wed.

As I clumbered onto the back of the room, my husband twisted to look at me. "What now?" he asked as we rose into the air.

"I have my heart's desire," I said, resting my head on his shoulder, "What more could I want?"

The End FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is no more, can I get an amen? I wrote that in approximately two hours, in the early hours of Christmas morning, while crying and also choking over my own laughter! R&R if you didn't before, and do it again even if you did! What does everyone think of the first Potter-ness I ever wrote? And what would everyone think if I wrote something similar to this as an actual fic instead of like this? Anyway, I'm rambling, I love everyone, thanks for reading!