The last chapter! I'm going to miss writing you, oh story!
I don't own Harry Potter.
But if I had a time machine and could go back to a hundred years ago, I would definitely own it.
Madam Pomfrey was sitting on a bed, waiting for their arrival.
And now they were here.
Draco gulped at her obviously fake smile.
It was the kind she gave you before she gave you Skel-a-gro.
He couldn't bear to say that he was ready for the spell.
But Hermione was.
"I have the hair. You can do the spell now," she informed Madam Pomfrey.
The Hogwarts nurse took the vial from Hermione's quavering hand, then pulled out the stopper and put the hair on a table near the beds.
She muttered a spell, and the hair glowed bright green, then disappeared.
Draco and Hermione stared at it in shock, but Madam Pomfrey remained unfazed.
Chalk lettters appeared on the blackboard on the wall opposite them.
They were:
Draco Lucius Malfoy.
Hermione glared at him, as if it was his fault.
Well, it kind of was.
He had changed.
An entire two minutes ago!
Nice, he commented on his own thoughts.
He had serious talking-to-yourself problems.
Note to self: ask Madam Pomfrey about that later.
She said, "This is a bit awkward...I'm going to step outside for a walk. Nice weather today," and hurridly walked outside.
"Soo..." Draco trailed off.
Was there something he was supposed to say?
"Errr..."
This was incredibly awkward.
Hermione jumped in, "I'm only doing this to get rid of these hiccups. I still hate you."
She leaned in, fully intending a quick peck on the lips.
He had nice eyes, she realized.
Like little gray storm-clouds.
He had a nice scent too.
Oddly enough, she didn't feel the constant urge to hit him at that moment.
It seemed more of the opposite...
They kissed passionately, completely forgetting the fact that they hated each other.
Her eyes closed when his did, and it felt so...right.
You know what I mean.
Hermione broke away after a minute.
"Errr..." Draco wasn't quite sure how to explain what had just happened.
Then, the impssible happened.
She hiccuped.
"That's impossible!" she cried.
He put his arm around her shoulders and said comfortingly, "It's okay, Hermione."
"I don't think so. Malfoy."
Ron Weasley stood at the entrance to the infirmary, glaring at them.
"What do you want, Ronald?" asked Hermione.
"For you to get away from that ferret!" yelled Ron.
The sound of nails scratching on a blackboard interrupted their fight.
The writing changed.
It now read:
Ronald Bilius Weasley
Hermione walked up to Ron.
He looked a bit relieved.
"It's a good thing I saved you 'Mione. He's a prat, you know."
Draco could only watch as she said, "Shut up, Ronald."
She kissed him on the lips, and just as he started to kiss her back, she punched him in the face.
Crack!
Madam Pomfrey walked in just as Hermione hit Ron.
She just smiled and told her, "I'm all good now."
Then she walked over to Draco and took his hand, still smiling.