Author's Note: Here it is guys...her decision. And for those of you who hate the flashbacks...sorry. There's more to come.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except for the plot. Okay? Now on to the story.

Her Decision

"Hermione," Luke greeted as he stood up from his seat and kissed her on the cheek. "So, have you made your decision yet?"

"Luke, " Hermione sighed loudly, putting her hands together on the table avoiding Luke's hazel eyes. "You're a really great guy. I do love you, but I think it's just brother love. Luke I'm sorry. I cannot accept your proposal." Hermione was tearing up; hurt because she had to break this man's heart.

Across the table, Luke looked grief stricken. He remained silent for a few minutes and looked Hermione straight in the eye, fury evident in his eyes, "So that's how it is huh? You played me for a fool. Here I am actually thinking that you loved me enough."

"Luke, no, you have to understand. I don't think you are my soul mate. Luke, the ring didn't even fit," Hermione cried.

"How do you know 'Mione?" he asked his voice calmed down, liquid tearing up in his own eyes. How could she? he thought. He loved her and remained loyal to her and here she is telling him that she only loves him as a brother.

"Hermione, remember that night where we met? How could you not say that we're not meant for each other when we felt spark the first time we touched?" he asked, practically begging her to stay with him.

Flashback (Hermione Point of View):

After the fashion show for Baby Phat, (my very first!), I was changing into a comfy pair of skinny jeans, a cashmere sweater and my cute little pink ballet flats. Waiters dressed in black and white come backstage with goblets of champagne and little plate with an assortment of exotic fruit. What I call "model food." Seriously, how do you have energy with eating just that? Suddenly, a redhead girl smiled at me.

"Hey, you were great out there. My name is Bailey. Is this your first?" she asked holding her hand out for a handshake.

"Yeah, and thanks. I was really nervous. My name's Hermione. But Danielle, my agent, prefers Ermion," I smiled, shaking her hand.

"Nice to meet you, and cool name by the way. So you from England?" she asked with her Irish accent.

I notice that she has a ton of freckles-more than me-and her blue eyes are super close together. Yet, she was super pretty. She wasn't magazine actress pretty, but she had a model look to her. Also, I realized she had a space between her two front teeth. She was definitely cute.

"Yeah...just got her about five months ago," Hermione said as she watched Bailey put on some really cute leather boots.

"Wow, and your already making a name for yourself. Did you see how those photographers lit up when you walked out there?" she asked and motioned her head towards the exit of the tent.

"Oh, no," I say. "Danielle is just kissing up to Kimora (Author's Note: The owner of Baby Phat)."

"Hermione, don't be silly," she says as we walked down the hall that led outside the building, "You were great out there. No one walks like you and you have a fresh face. So you going out tonight? You should go with me."

Go out? Um... "Sure," I heard myself say even though I didn't know what it really meant.

Suddenly, when I was about to exit the doors of the building, I bumped into someone causing me to fall on my bum.

"I'm so sorry miss," the man apologized and offered a hand to me.

Not seeing his face yet, I grabbed his hand and stood up. I looked at his face. Oh my golly, he was incredibly cute. Brown hair that fell just above his eyes, hazel eyes that just seemed to go on forever...

"Excuse me for being so forward, but did you feel something?" he asked me.

"Um...yes," I said not really understanding what he meant for I was mesmerized by his beauty.

End of Flashback.

"Luke, I'm sorry," Hermione sincerely whispered. She took out the ring from her purse and grabbed his hands and put the object in his.

"So this is it then?" he asked, looking in her eyes. "Hermione, look me straight in the eye and tell me you do not love me like that," he was borderline crying. She really broke his heart.

"Luke, please don't. You'll end us up hurting each other more in the end," Hermione said, tears running down her cheeks.

"No Hermione, I believe that there's a reason why your acting like this. Hermione! We love each other!" he was crying out loud now, causing the other customers to stare at their table, but he didn't care, "No, I won't accept this. We'll figure something out to your problem once you tell me."

"Luke, stop." Hermione whispered. "I only love you like a brother." she finally said looking him straight in the eye.

Luke looked at her for a few seconds searching her eyes for a sign of lying. There was none. He quietly stood up, put the ring in his pocket, kissed Hermione on the cheek and went out the door.

When he left, Hermione collapsed in a pool of tears.

"Mother, are you ready?" a 23 year old Draco Malfoy asked as he knocked on his mother's door.

"Draco dear, I need a few minutes more!" she yelled at him from the other side of the door.

The handsome man sighed and ran his fingers over his shaggy silver blonde hair. He looked at the mirror hanging on the wall and spied his reflection.

He changed a lot in five years. His gray eyes that were once clouded with misery were now light and alive. Throughout the five years, he made himself a new name by moving to France. The move was great for him because he was leaving his past behind. He wanted to forget the horrible conditions that he experience, the death of his father...He focused on rebuilding his relationship with his mother.

Due to that, a new Draco Malfoy was built. Instead of a hateful one, he was now kind and compassionate often attending French wizarding galas and events for charity.

The angles of his face softened, and he looked more manly. His hair was still the same silvery blonde. However, it was not slicked back like it was in his younger days. He let it free.

"Well, aren't you dashing?" a voice behind him commented.

Draco turned around and grinned at his mother. He gave her a kiss on the cheek, "You look great mum. You'll definitely outshine those models."

Narcissa Malfoy looked young for her age. Instead of looking like a 50 year old, she looked like she was only starting her early thirties. She was dressed in a turquoise dress. It had short flowing sleeves, plunged a bit on the neckline and dropped smoothly on the floor.

"Draco, which fashion show are we going to again?" Narcissa Malfoy asked.

"It's a charity fashion show that Blaise gave me invitations for. I heard it's for a muggle fashion magazine called Vogue," Draco replied leading his mother down the stairs carefully.

Riiiiinngggg...rriiinnnggg.

"Danielle?" Hermione asked answering her phone. She was in the bathroom of the pizzeria, and just finished wiping her cheeks and reapplying make up.

"Hermione! Vogue wants you later!" Danielle said across the phone.

"Wait...Vogue?" Hermione asked getting excited. Vogue. This is big.

"Yes, they want you to attend their charity fashion show later, and walk for them. Your schedule should be clear since I have nothing for you to do, so go later. I'll be there too. And the limo will pick you up." she hung up.

Hermione stared at the phone. Normally, she would be annoyed that Danielle was being rude, but the thoughts of Vogue clouded her mind.

All thoughts of Luke escaped her head as well.

Hermione smiled at her reflection and thought about a white Grecian gown from Chanel hanging inside her closet.

Author's Note: So...:D Review! Do not forgeeet!