Warning: This Chapter is a lot more-light-hearted than the ones preceding it.

Her Last Sentence

There was nothing but her. There she stood, waiting for me. I walked towards her beautiful face, and pressed my lips to hers. My hand was in her hair, stroking the beautiful soft and tangled hair, her lashes fluttered against my cheek, and her arms snaked around my waist…

She broke apart, she was standing inches away from my face, she stood rigidly, looking me dead straight in the eye. Her mouth was set in the firm pout she had when she was displeased. Her brow was arched challenging me.

"It's over," she whispered softly albeit ruthlessly…

My eyes snapped open; my sight was blurry and could only catch hold of a sea of green and a few silhouettes of leaves. I blinked to clear my sight and sat up. It was morning already and the sunlight somehow filtered through the thick canopy of the oak to reach me.

Hermione was already sitting over there. I followed her gaze and noticed that she was staring out from under the oak tree. I looked at myself and wondered how we are going to explain ourselves when we get to Hogwarts. The wand would not reveal the spell to get to the portal but I had to make this believable for the professors.

My clothes were rumpled, my shoes scratched and my hair messier than usual and I bet that was the same with Hermione. Not to mention she left her school robe and scarf out there. No doubt that it was blown away in the rain.

"Hermione," I whispered, nudging her shoulder, "I'm sorry,"

That was the first time I had ever uttered the words. The first time I have ever felt guilty enough to state it. The first time I had ever cared enough for the person to say it. Inside I was questioning myself for all the stupid acts I had ever done. If we had a date, let's say somewhere near Hogsmeade, we would not be in this trouble. And Hermione was dragged into this all because of my folly.

"We have to go back, 'Mione," I whispered, yet she still did not respond. I pulled her back from the edge and feared for the worse. I feared that she would be angry or worse crying. I have absolutely no experience with crying girls.

The only one I had was when I broke up with them. They would be sure to scream to the heavens. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, indeed. I usually just walked away, my hands in my pockets, indifferent.

I looked at her face; it was framed by her messy tangled hair that still managed to curl through all the rain poured down on it last night. My fingertips ran over her face, from her forehead to the bridge of her nose all the way down to her lips.

I sighed with relief; Hermione shrugged out of my hold and smirked at me cheerfully. She seemed to have gotten my love for smirking, I thought. Her eyes flashed mischievously at me and she tapped her finger on her lip, as if in thought.

"I didn't think I'd ever hear the heir of the infamous Malfoys apologize, to a mudblood at this," she teased. I lifted my head and scowled at her, but I could not help but let a smile leak in.

"Come on, we'll have to go, Granger," I prompted. Her eyes dimmed sadly and she nodded resignedly and climbed down the tree and jumped off. When I was finally down too, she laughed at me and ran away. She was just so childish sometimes.

"But that's why you love me," she retorted as if reading my mind. Love was it then? That was strange. Love was so peculiar. I had always read that love created pain and hate. That was the essential feeling of Love.

But it never stated that love made me yearn to look at the person, hear the person's voice, want to keep the person safe… and made me feel like I was on a cloud, and I had someone to count on, when all else fails.

Hermione ran to the benches with me in pursuit. When finally we reached the bench, we were panting heavily. I was about to raise my wand and mutter the spell to return us to the portal when…

"What are you doing here?" a gruff voice demanded. I turned to look at Hermione. Her eyes were wide and her lips parted slightly. I looked at the figure. He was tall and dressed in a blue uniform. On his shirt it read 'Sergeant Nash'. He looked fairly young but I had no doubt he can restrain both of us.

"Follow me," Nash said. I looked to Hermione; she was expert at this muggle stuff. She nodded, got off the bench and followed the guy. I nudged her in question.

"He's a policeman, let me handle the talking and you shut your mouth," she hissed.

"But—

"Zip it!" she hissed and continued on following the policeman.

We had reached a silver car with a red stripe over it and on it was 'POLICE' in bold. As if anybody here was blind. Hermione was standing at the door of the car, looking unsure. As if choosing for her, Nash shoved her in the car roughly.

"Hey!" I shouted. Hermione watched me with wide eyes, cautioning me. Nash head had turned. He glared at me. Hermione was tugging on my arm, so judging against my better judgment I followed suit and went in the car and sat beside Hermione.

The car smelt faintly of leather…

"How did you get in the park?"

"We climbed over the gates, sir,"

I was bored out of my wits. He had been asking that question three times for a whole five minutes and Hermione had been answering the exact same answer.

"Why were you there?"

This was sure to repeat the procedure of the former question, I watched in boredom and Hermione sat stock straight and tried to answer the questions as politely as possible.

"I was there because he was trying to propose to me," Hermione answered.

That got my attention. I lifted my head off the table and stared at Hermione in incredulity.

"Isn't that so, dear?" she asked sweetly. I nodded in reply, still stunned by what she said. We were there because I was asking for her hand in marriage? Only Hermione could think about something insulting to say in such a dire situation.

"His mother died the week before. And he was feeling devastated. His mother raised him all alone by herself. But unfortunately she had fallen into the clutches of cancer,"

Cancer? What was that? The star sign? How could one die of a star sign?

Nash nodded understandingly and looked at me pitifully. It was taking all my effort not to burst out in mocking laughter. Yet Hermione did it so easily, her face was sad and her eyes were wide, silently beseeching the policeman to let us go.

"I'm sorry for your loss, but I'll have to see at least a parent or a guardian," Nash said. Hermione nodded and said to me.

"I guess we'll have to fetch Mr. Snape, then."…

Snape. Of all bloody people she asked me to fetch Snape. I apparated to Hogsmeade immediately and sprinted down the stairs to the dungeons. All to get 'Mr. Snape'.

As I burst in the door. Snape looked at me calculatingly before nodding and motioning to my seat. Not bothering to ask why was I absent when I was supposed to be back from the Hogsmeade outing. But instead of going to my seat, I ran to him and grabbed his cloak and uttered the spell…

There we were again in that dark hallway. But I had no time to admire the décor of the place. I just grabbed Snape by the cloak and yanked him to the portal and whispered, "Hynde Town Police Station."

We had appeared on the porch immediately. I plastered a fake smile on my face and practically threw the cloaked Professor in.

"Is this your guardian?" Nash asked, I nodded firmly, trying not to notice Snape's strangling glare.

"Are you aware these two kids were in a closed park? Proposing to each other?" Nash demanded.

"I was just informed of it," Snape sneered, his eyes still on me, I flashed him a quick smile. I had hell to pay when I was back in Hogwarts.

"Fine then, since this is the first time, you get off with a warning," Nash stated, "You may go."

At those beautiful words of freedom, Hermione dashed out and I wanted to sprint out after her when Snape clutched my collar, choking me in the process. With his black ominous cloak, he swept out of the police station dramatically and out into the streets.

"Closed Park!" Snape hollered, glaring at both of us, even though I was almost his height. "Proposing! Me as your Guardian!"

"You both have a lot of explaining to do," he said between gritted teeth. We nodded obediently.

Then Snape grabbed Hermione and apparated us to Hogwarts…