Sorry again for a late update. Thanks for the reviews. Enjoy Chapter 19.

Hermione and George slowed danced their way across the floor but he when he looked down at her she seemed zoned out.

"You're thinking about him aren't you?" George asked but she only nodded her head yes and he sighed. "You know I love you Hermione and I just want you to be happy." She finally looked up at him with her big soft brown eyes. "So go." He backed away, dropping her hand and letting go of her waist.

"What do you mean, George?" She asked in a whisper.

"He's the only one who's going to make you happy, so go. Go to him. I know that even though you won't admit it to yourself it's what you want. So go."

She smiled at him, tears building in her eyes, "Thank you, George." She kissed his cheek, picked up her dress, and ran out the front doors.

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Draco had changed out of his dress robes and into a pair of sweats and was lying in bed staring at the ceiling. He was upset that Astoria had left so abruptly. He felt he owed her more but if this is what she wanted then so be it.

When he finally accepted that Astoria was moving on and that their relationship was over his thoughts immediately ran to Draco Weasley. He remembered seeing the small boy in the store and wondered how he didn't realize whose child it was sooner. He looked just like Ron. When he saw Hermione holding him something inside him melted and he wished he could have been there for the first months of his life. He was just starting to remember how beautiful Hermione looked tonight when he heard something downstairs.

He immediately grabbed his wand and slowly made his way down the stairs. His first thought was Astoria. Was she back? But he knew the answer to his question as soon as he finished his thought. She's never coming back but then who was here?

He lifted his wand, "Who's there?" He said in a demanding and frightening tone. When he got down to the last step and realized who it was he was shocked.

"Hi." She said in a voice that made him just want her more.

"What are you doing here?" He asked slightly nervous.

"Where's Astoria?" Hermione asked, avoiding his question.

"She's not here." He answered simply not wanting to go into details. "What are you doing here?" He asked again, dumbfounded. She was still wearing her beautiful green dress and her hair was still perfect.

"I-I don't know, really." She laughed slightly and noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt, only black sweatpants. She bit her lip, admiring his muscles.

"You look really pretty." He said awkwardly, very un-Malfoy like.

She smiled and brushed as piece of her hair behind her ear as she said a simple, "Thanks." Her cheeks turned bright pink.

"What are you doing here?" He asked yet again even though she had already answered the question.

"I just, I want I mean I need to know," she stopped herself looking everywhere except at him, "did you ever think about me? I mean did you ever think about coming back?" She spoke in a whisper, crossing her arms.

He rubbed his jaw, something she noticed he did often. "Every day," he answered simply.

She gulped, letting a tear escape, "Then why didn't you?"

He walked over to her and put his hand on her face to wipe away her tear. She closed her eyes and let her face fall into his hand, but all too quickly he pulled away and backed up a step.

"Fear." She blinked waiting for more explanation. "Fear that I wouldn't be a good father. Fear that you wouldn't want me to fill in the place that Ron was supposed to take. Fear that you wouldn't take me back. Fear that I wasn't good enough. Fear that it was too late. Fear that it was over."

More tears fell down her face and he wanted to wipe them away again but he waited for a response instead.

"It wasn't over for me. I waited for you for 2 years." Her tone was slightly bitter.

He shook his head. "You're right. It wasn't over. It still isn't over." And with one stride, their lips collided with so much passion it was overbearing.

He unzipped her dress and it easily fell to the floor, leaving her standing in her black strapless bra and underwear. Once she was free from her clothing, she jumped in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. He put one hand on the small of her back and one behind her neck. He turned them around and carried her up the stairs. When he reached the second floor he rammed her into a wall still holding her around his waist. Both of their breathing was heavy and they couldn't control themselves anymore. He took her into his bedroom and threw her on the large bed, still standing over her. She sat up and pulled his pants down so he was only in his white boxers. She kissed his stomach releasing a small groan from him. She laid back down as he hovered over her. He too kissed her stomach then he moved up towards her breasts and placed his hand over one of them. He then moved his mouth up towards her neck and his hand down towards stomach. It wasn't before long that they were both naked. He was still on top of her kissing her when he suddenly stopped and scanned her face.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, breathless.

"I love you." His face was completely serious.

"I love you too."

And with that they went back to where they were. When they were finally together, neither of them could have been in a better state. He knew just how to move and what places to caress such as her waist. Every time he grabbed her waist she moaned and every time he kissed her neck she felt like she was going to finish right then and there. It was her weak spot. His wasn't difficult to find either. All Hermione had to do was kiss around his collar bone and rub his obliques.

She had wanted and waited for this moment for so long and honestly couldn't believe it was happening.

All too soon it was over and she curled up close to him under the covers still naked. He held her tight with both arms never wanting to let her go.

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"George, where's Hermione?" Harry and Ginny had walked up to George who looked as though he was sulking while sitting in a chair of the corner of the room.

Knowing that Harry wouldn't like that he let Hermione go to Draco he lied, "She's just in the restroom. I think we may be leaving soon."

Ginny however saw past it, "Harry could you go fetch me a drink please?"

"Of course." He kissed her cheek and was off.

Ginny took a seat beside her brother. "So where is she really?"

He took a deep breath and looked her in the eye. "Where do you think?"

"I thought so." She put her hand on his. "Are you okay?"

He gave her a fake smile, "I'm fine."

"I don't believe you."

"I promise."

"I love you. No matter what. You know that right?"

"Of course I do. I love you too." He kissed her cheek and stood. "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to call it a night. I'll see you at the Burrow next time."

"Okay." She stood and gave him and hug and then he was gone.

"Where's he going?" Harry handed Ginny a small glass of champagne.

"He's leaving."

"Without Hermione? Where is she?" Ginny avoided his glance. "Ginny where is she? Is she okay?"

"I'm sure she's fine." She replied only answering one of his questions.

"Tell me where she is Ginny." He was growing angrier the more she avoided his question.

"She went to go see him."

Harry threw his head back, "You've got to be kidding me."

"Come on. Lighten up. She could just be going over there for closure."

He gave her an unpleasant look, "We both know that's not true." He started for the door, Ginny following close behind him.

"Harry James Potter, you can't possibly think you're going to march over there and stop her."

"I can sure as hell try." He continued to walk at an increasingly fast pace.

"It's none of our business."

At that comment he stopped, "She's my best friend Ginny! Of course it's my business. Now are you coming with me or not?"

Her mouth was opened and her brow was arched. She crossed her arms and simply said, "No." With that he walked away leaving her standing alone.

"And the winner for the Most Captures in the Auror Department is…no surprise here, Mr. Harry Potter." Ginny turned around wiping her face as quickly as possible and made her way up to the stage. "And it looks as though Mrs. Potter will be accepting the award on behalf of her husband tonight."

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Draco was lying wide awake in bed with a sleeping Hermione next to him. He looked at his clock which read 1:18 a.m. when he heard something down stairs. He got up slowly from the bed not wanting to wake her up, put back on his black sweatpants, and grabbed his wand. He rushed downstairs, having no idea who or what he was going to see. He flicked on the light and became slightly frightened at what he saw.

"What are you doing here Potter?" he asked, trying to sound intimidating.

"Where is she?" Harry asked demanding.

"I don't know what you're talking about Potter," he spat, lying, "Now I suggest you leave."

Harry scoffed and pushed past Draco to make his way up the stairs. "Hermione, I know she's here."

"Potter get out of my house. You have no business here!" Draco screamed as Harry busted open door after door making his way down the hall until suddenly Harry stopped. Draco knew what he had seen.

"You filthy git." Harry yelled before he struck Draco in the face with his fist. "You slept with her?"

"What the hell Potter?" Draco asked furiously, rubbing his jaw.

"You left her for two years? And then you go off and shag her? You don't deserve her. Why don't you do what you're good at and leave?" With that comment Draco couldn't take it anymore so he punched Harry.

Hermione couldn't help but wake up with all the yelling and the noise of the hitting. When she saw what was happening she couldn't help but shriek. "What are you two doing?" She looked at the boys who were now on the floor pummeling each other. She grabbed a stray shirt she saw laying on the floor and her underwear and put them on and got out of the bed. "Harry what are you doing here? Stop it! Both you stop it!"

They both picked themselves up off the floor, blood dripping from them both.

"You slept with him?" Harry asked still not being able to believe it.

"Harry," Hermione pleaded but it was too late. Harry started to leave. "Harry wait!" Hermione chased after him. "Harry it's not what you think. I love him and he loves me."

Harry stopped suddenly when she said this and turned around. "He left you Hermione! With a baby! Granted it wasn't his I understand that but damn it. Don't you get it? He wouldn't be here if you two hadn't run into each other at George's shop. He would still be carrying on with his pathetic life and he would have never come back."

Hermione was now crying. "You don't know that."

"I'm afraid I do. I just want to protect you from getting hurt again."

"Well right now you're the only one hurting me. I hate you." Hermione spat.

Harry looked more hurt than the day he found out Sirius Black was his godfather and without another word he left.

"Are you okay?" Draco came from behind her and kissed her head.

"I have to go." She said, leaving his embrace.

"What?" Draco said following her down the stairs.

"I have to go apologize. I shouldn't have said that."

"Hermione he's the one who barged into my home and then beat the shit out of me just because I care about you."

"I know it was wrong but I still shouldn't have said what I did." She stripped off the shirt she had picked up and slipped on her dress.

He couldn't help but admire her beautiful body. "Please don't go."

"I promise I'll be back before you wake up tomorrow." She kissed him quickly and then was out the door.

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