Her Last Sentence (Last Chapter)

Dedicated to my sister, who's idea I secretly stole for this last chapter.

I groaned, and rubbed the back of my head painfully. Nausea flooded my senses and I concentrated very hard to not get sick all over the floor. Suddenly, memories of the recent happenings flooded my head and my eyes snapped open in panic.

I expected to see Hermione gone and no doubt magical confinements tying me to my bed when I stopped my planning.

Hermione was sitting in front of me, a muggle device blaring in my ear. Her eyes lit up when I awoke; she brushed her hair aside and walked toward me.

"You blacked out," she whispered

"Is that so?" I asked

"I brought you to your room."

"How did you know it was my room?"

"No one can miss the gigantic D.M. on the wall, Malfoy."

"I guess not."

I grabbed her hand and using my wand, I muttered yet the spell. And then, we were winding down that familiar corridor to the portal. I racked my brains for one simple name, one very common name that was sure to get a response.

"Brewery Tap," I said silently before dragging Hermione through the portal.

The dark cavern was commonly seen, and by its decoration, it was rather obvious that it was muggle. But in my dazed state, I did not really care. I need alcohol in me right now. I was really this close to burning down Malfoy Manor.

"Malfoy, I don't really think," Hermione said timidly. I ignored her and continued to push her through the crowds to the bar table.

Then, she stiffened; she struggled as she turned around to face me, "Draco Malfoy, I repeat, I do not want to be here."

Her hand was in her pocket, no doubt gripping her wand. But it was good to see Hermione in her character again. It was all such a whirl in the past few days. I felt like my life was a show on a drama playing on some television or that box thingy.

I sighed and let my fierce grip on her hand go, I continued to push past the dry humping couples to the bar table.

"A shot of your strongest stuff," I demanded weakly. I have not eaten for god knows how many hours, and I wondered if this was really such a good idea when my obstinate senses kicked in. 'Fuck it,' I thought…

"Draco Malfoy, are you effing mad?" the voice I could recognize as Granger but I could not see anyone, it was all a mirage of colors.

For the very first time and the last, Hermione Point of View:

"Hermione…" Draco slurred and he laughed and almost collapsed out of his chair. His alcohol tolerance must be really high, he had already drank about 5 shots of what I noticed was Everclear and he still had not thrown up… yet.

Suddenly, his face grew solemnly and he looked at me in sadness.

"Do you hate me that much, Mione'?" he asked, "Why did you have to read those bad books, Mione'?"

"I don't want to lose you. Why?"

My heart smashed at his broken face. Only then, did I realize that he really did love me. And perhaps I had already known it all along. When he confessed to me on that night of the dance, I had nothing to say.

I was afraid that it was all but a trick. And perhaps when he chose me for the dance, I was flattered but I was still wary. And only now, when he was drunk and spouting gibberish did I believe Draco Malfoy and see what a stupid idiot I was.

"Because I want to help the light, Draco," I replied softly.

His eyes darkened at my answer before he opened his mouth to say, "I would have helped first Hermione. If anything, anything was starting to threaten the progress of the Light side,"

He breathed and continued, "If anything, anything at all, was threatening you, Hermione. I would be the first one to use those spells. You don't have to, Mione'. You don't have to sacrifice yourself."

"You belong solely in the light, as is all the Order members. But, I, I'm different. I'm caught in the middle, with nowhere to go…"

His platinum hair shone bleakly in the muted light and noise of the pub. People were always randomly falling down or shouting and I strained to hear him. Just when, I thought I could not hear anymore. I heard this.

"I love you, Hermione. What about you?"

But before I could reply, he slumped across, unconscious. But to his unconscious body, I said, "Yes, Malfoy. I irrevocably do."

There might be many questions that are unanswered but I finished my role, Draco and Hermione is finally together. At long bloody last. There will be no sequel.