I couldn't decide which POV I wanted this chapter to be in, so this chapter will be the same sequence of events told in 2 different POV's. xox

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Chapter 12

Harry's POV

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With a pop Harry landed inside the expansive Malfoy Manor. He stood a minute with his hands on his knees trying to regain his balance and catch his breath. Even though he had been Apparating for years now, he still found it a rather unpleasant experience. In reality he preferred to floo in lieu of Apparating where he wanted to go.

He walked around the massive foyer and took in his surroundings. He felt a twinge of pity towards Malfoy as he looked around the manor. Every place was pretty much like a living shrine to Hermione. Harry could see her in every piece of furniture, picture, even arrangement of aforementioned furniture and various other objects.

He was pulled from his mind by footsteps coming up behind him.

"Potter?"

Harry turned to see a very confused Draco looking at him a tad suspiciously.

"Hey Malfoy, how ya doin'?" He stuck his hand out to Draco. Draco took it a bit uncertainly at first as if to decipher if Harry were up to something. After a second or so, Draco's face relaxed into a grin and he shook Harry's hand with much more fervor.

"I'm okay, still here so that's a plus. Not that I mind or anything, but you rarely grace me with your presence unless you want something."

"Well actually I do want to talk to you for a bit if you're not busy that is."

"Of course, where would you like to have this, pleasant I'm sure, conversation? Kitchen or library?"

Maybe Hermione was still on his mind because without even thinking he said "Library". Really he just wanted to see how much of Hermione's presence was still lingering in that room. Draco turned and led the way into the library.

Draco's POV

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While walking towards the library, Draco was struck with a thought; this is the first time harry has really been inside of his home. Draco felt himself smirk a little to himself, 'I bet this is a bit overwhelming to him' Draco was fully aware of the fact that his house was pretty much the mansion version of Hermione.

The library was pretty much the most "Hermione-ish" room in the entire house. Just being in that room gave him a sense of calm that not even the most powerful calming drought had been able to do. While on the trek to the library, Draco allowed his mind to drift and wonder what Potter –Harry- he mentally corrected himself, he was on better terms with the living boy wonder, might as well call him by his first name, wanted to talk to him about.

When He first heard that Potter wanted to talk to him, he figured it had something to do with the Weasel. Never saw one without the other really. Draco was ready to literally strangle himself if harry had came over here just to get him to talk sense into the Weasel (He refused to call him by his proper name) again.

Draco didn't have long to dwell on this because he was now facing the huge oak doors of the library. He threw open the doors and ushered Harry in. 'Can't wait to see what he thinks of this room' he thought.

Harry's POV

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If he thought that the rest of the house seemed like Hermione, this one topped them all. This was Hermione on steroids really. Bookshelves dominated the majority of every wall save for a huge stone fireplace in the center. Then scattered haphazardly around the room were small tables and lamps, a potted plant here and there, then finally two huge, plush, brown leather chairs placed by the fireplace with a circular mahogany table between the two.

"impressed Potter?"

Harry then realized that his mouth was slightly gapped open.

"Sorry," he said as he took a seat in one of the chairs. Draco followed suit. "I just can't get over just how much that this room reminds me of Hermione."

He saw a sadness begin to creep over Draco's features.

"Well, you know how it is, Pot- Harry," he said with a slight shrug. "This room is so much like Hermione that I can't help but love this room. I could stay in here for hours. But you didn't come here to hear me babble on about the library. What did you want to talk about?"

"Well, it's a-a-about Hermione," Harry bumbled out.

Draco felt his heat begin to pick up pace at just the mere mention of her name. 'Keep it together Draco,' he thought. He let the mask of indifference, even though it took more energy to do than anyone would ever know, slide back over his features.

"What about Hermione."

"Well I guess I should start at the beginning, She and Ron had gotten into a fight this morning and Ron came over to vent to me." Draco felt his hands clentch into fists. "Ron said that she accused him of not knowing anything about her. He was quite rude actually." Draco was furious. How dare that red-headed bastard be rude about Hermione to one of her best friends no less. "I think he rather intended for me to take his side in the matter actually," Harry continued.

"You didn't?" Draco was a bit dumbfounded.

Harry chuckled softly. "You sound just like Hermione, she said the same thing." Draco felt his face start to flush as a slight blush began to creep up his cheeks. "But no, I didn't take his side. He didn't know anything about her anymore. Not her favorite color, nor her favorite muggle book or movie."

"It's green, and the book and movie are both Pride and Prejudice," Draco stated immediately. "I can't even begin to recall the amount of times she subjected me to that movie. One of her battered copies is still on the shelf," Draco pointed to the nearest bookcase. Sure enough, right in the middle in peeling letters was the book. Harry was slightly awed that Draco still kept that book here.

Harry saw Draco begin to drift away and quickly went on.

"Anyway, I basically told him that he should let Hermione go since she obviously wasn't happy and that I just didn't see them as soul mates pretty much."

"what did he say?"

"He agreed, no really he did," he added when he saw Draco's eyes go wide.

"What happened then?"

"I told him to let me go talk to Hermione first, then for him to talk to her later on tonight. I just came from hermione's house."

Draco was silent. "Don't you want to know what she had to say?" Harry wheedled.

"Of course idiot."

Harry laughed. "Well at first she assumed the same thing you did, until I told her that I took her side and when I told her that I remembered what her favorite things were, she seemed so amazed." Harry smiled sadly. "She doesn't get it sometimes. I told her that to the people that she really matters to, they would remember that kind of stuff." Harry was quiet for a second, then in one breath said, "imighthavesaidthat ."

"What was that Potter? I didn't quite make all of that out."

"I told her that you remembered and would make her happy."

Draco's POV

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"And what did she say," he said exasperatedly.

"Pretty much that she wasn't good enough for you. She said that she was broken and you needed someone whole, only in not so many words."

Draco sat there trying to wrap his head around what harry just told him. She wasn't good enough for him? What the hell was going on in her pretty little mind? She was more than good enough for him. She had stolen his heart for god's sake. Even being married didn't change that fact. If anything, he didn't deserve her.

"-her? Truly?" He just now realized that harry was speaking to him.

"Pardon?"

"I said Do you still love her? Truly?"

Draco paused. Of course he did, but was he really ready to pour out his heart to potter like some kind of teenage girl? He sighed. Harry did know her better than anyone other than himself, and really he had come to like Harry so he decided yes he would.

"Yes Potter I truly do."

"even after all this time?" Harry questioned.

Draco had a hard time not rolling his eyes. How dense is he?

"I never stopped," He said honestly. "I love her and I always have. I even put up with the weasel for her. I mean I came to her wedding and wrote a song for her. Of course I'm still in love with her."

He watched as Harry tried to figure out how he wanted to phrase whatever question he was about to ask.

"Why didn't you move on and try and get over your love for her mate? I mean she was a married woman."

Now it was Draco's turn to ponder how to answer.

"It was never really a question of why. I don't expect you to really understand, but the love I have for Hermione can't just be gotten over." He took a deep breath and told Potter just what was locked in the deepest depths of his heart about his love for that brunette witch.

"My love for 'Mione knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can and will outlast anything. My love for her will still stand when all else has fallen."

He watched harry's expressions flit across his face. Mostly it was pity, but then Harry's face broke into a grin.

"I think that you still have a chance mate. I think- no I KNOW that she loves you too. She just needs some time. Let her talk to Ron tonight, give her a few days, then talk to her yourself."

They both stood up and walked towards the door.

"But what should I tell her?"

"Exactly what you just told me. Word for word. She loves you mate, never doubt it."

Draco watched as Potter smiled at him one last time and apparated. He walked back over to the fireplace and plopped down and watched the flames lick at the logs in the grate. He closed his eyes and felt himself smile. Maybe things would work out for the best after all.

Harry's POV

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He got home and greeted Ginny with a kiss.

"How did the talk go with Hermione, babe?"

"Very well I think," He kissed the crease between her eyes. "I think everything will work out just fine."

He turned and walked up the steps whistling to get in the shower.