The conclusion.

I just couldn't leave the story the way it did in chapter one. Enjoy!

In the final weeks leading up to the last day of school, I saw little of Malfoy as possible. He would try to avoid me as much as I tried to avoid him. Harry and Ron commenting on how quiet he was and that maybe he was up to something; even walking past him in hallways, he would not even spare a glance and the boys became curious at his behaviour.

What happened that night a few weeks ago was something completely unexpected in my eyes. But was it really? All that had been leading up to that point was pure and utter tension. The flutter in my stomach becoming stronger until I just couldn't take it anymore.

I felt sick and I felt ashamed. Letting him take over my body like that and myself being so carnal and wild in the heat of the moment, I just couldn't deny it. I came to realise things about him I never looked at before.

He was simply dark, dangerous and horribly mean, vile and spiteful; but he was also painfully attractive and had this thing about him that made my stomach ache. I hated that! And that feeling made me hate him even more.

His words about killing me had repeated over and over in my head and the more I thought about it, I knew he didn't mean it. I knew that he was just as scared about what had happened than I was and he didn't know what to say or do, so he jumped to the first thing he always went back to. And that was threatening me with death and violence.

I looked over at him during meal times, out of the corner of my eye and watched him as he walked away from the table, the grace and sexual appeal that radiated made me so angry! I would cringe at myself. I was supposed to hate him and yes I still did, but the confusing feeling in me drove me to insanity.

We had sat in class during potions two weeks before school was ending. Snape was dragging on about something boring as usual when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Oi Hermione, what you doing this weekend?"

"I don't know Lavender..." I was just about to continue when Snape yelled at me and made me move. I stopped short when he said HIS name; oh this wasn't good. I didn't want to be anywhere near him and the thought of being so close after what happened between us weeks ago made me shiver.

I sat down at his table without looking at him and my breathing picked up as class resumed. I could feel the tension and heat radiating off his body.

Not long after I sat down, I sensed movement and out of the corner of my eye I braved enough to look over. He sat with his arms on the table, biting at his thumbs slightly and bobbing his right leg up and down; he moved slightly and looked over at me. I caught my breath and it felt like time had stopped for a second.

We exchanged this weird tension charge through the air as my body began aching in a delightful way that I hated because it was towards the person I detested more in this world than anything.

This was not good. With a sharp breath in, I looked away and bit my lip.

After class had ended I ran for the door and went to the only place of solitude I had, the library. I sat at the table staring ahead of me thinking things over and wondering where I go from here.

I knew that I should ignore him and move on with my life, it was a one time thing that was done for and I didn't need to focus on it any longer. But I couldn't help but think about it so much and it was getting to me.

I was walking out of the library, trudging towards my dorm when he stepped in front of me; the shock making me step back.

"We need to talk" he said shortly. Talk? We didn't talk! We fought and screamed and hit each other...we didn't talk.

With a mindless nod I followed him to a class room. I felt my guard go up as I crossed my arms across my body and I mimicked his movements and sat slightly on the table opposite him, looking anywhere but at his face.

I heard the sharp intake of breath come from him and I couldn't help but finally look at him. He was staring at me intently.

The flutter came back tenfold as he suddenly shot forward and grabbed my face bringing his lips down on mine. My body took only seconds to react as I grabbed at his shirt tightly, my hands almost aching from the strong hold.

He ripped away from me then, holding my face close to him as he whispered.

"What are you doing to me? I'm supposed to hate you, I don't fucking get it!" he said the last past angrily and pushed himself away from me.

I fell back to the table, grabbing at it and panting.

'I...I..." I didn't know what to say; he stared at me, his face contorted in confusion and anger.

"We fucking hate each other, I don't get it...I feel...I don't..." he was lost for words. "I shouldn't want to touch you, but I can't help but think about it every fucking day. I'm so confused" he said, rubbing along his forehead.

I didn't know what to say myself and I just watched him as he moved in front of me, looking at the ground.

"I think about it too" I said softly. His eyes snapped to mine staring at me for a moment before he reached forward again, grabbing my hair.

"What have you done!" he snarled at me, my eyes shutting briefly and wincing slightly at the fierce tug.

'Nothing!" I shouted "I haven't done anything to you...!"

"You have, and I fucking know it. Why you?!" he said roughly "Don't lie to me!" I yelped as he pulled harder and with as much strength as I could I pushed him back.

"I haven't done anything! I don't want to fucking want you either but I do and I feel disgusting that I even let you touch me. You are scum and I hate you with every fibre of my being. Don't ever come near me again!" tears formed in my eyes as I walked out the door.

This was it and this was how it was to end. I wasn't going to let him rule my life, invade my thoughts and take me over.

It was the last week of school and everyone was beyond excited. I was too but in the pits of my stomach I felt a clenching ache and almost sadness. For what I was unsure, but part of me knew that Malfoy had something to do with part of that ache. My friends were excited, talking about our futures and what was to be done afterwards, what jobs we would go for and how we would be free.

Part of me was beyond excited and the other was sad, what was to become of Malfoy and I? Nothing. I convinced that it was done and dusted and that we had nothing more but a past and still present hate.

I couldn't help but feel I was lying to myself.

The last day came and students were screaming with excitement, running about the halls, staying out later than supposed to, parties and laughter. I left a party by 10 that night and walked up to the astronomy tower, my short, sparkly dress shining in the light, my hair lightly moving in the breeze. I didn't come up there often, but it was peaceful.

I reflected on what happened over the years, especially the last few months. I thought about how much I had grown and how much had changed. What would I do, who would I meet? Would I meet Malfoy again and would he be different? I had no idea.

With a deep breath in, I turned to head for the door and stopped short. Staring at him as he stood in front of me, the light casting shadows across his body.

He looked breathtaking and I bit my tongue at the thought. Black pants, with a tight black shirt, the top two buttons undone and his hair looking as it always did; my senses overwhelmed with the smell of his cologne and I wanted to slap myself as my knees felt a little weak.

"I think I've come to a conclusion Granger" his voice deep and raspy. I clenched the bar at my side as I took a deep breath in.

"And what's that?" this felt strange, two times we had spoken in a semi-civil way and it was even more confusing than the ugly flutter in my stomach.

He stepped forward towards me, coming closer into my personal space. My heart beat picking up as he reached forward and pressed his hand against my cheek, his fingers slightly in my hair.

I looked up at him and saw the battle within him that he was trying so desperately to understand; the tension I felt between us was coming off in waves.

He slightly stroked my face.

"That I don't know what sick game this is. You are everything I hate and I don't understand these...feelings I have towards you. And it scares me" he came closer, his body almost pressing against mine; my heart now reaching an all time high speed.

"But I just can't stop thinking about you; you plague me every second of every fucking day..." he leaned down, his lips just touching mine. I was quivering, feeling the rush in my lower belly getting stronger with every beat. "I don't know what this is...but I think I'm willing to find out" I didn't know what to make of these words but I had heard enough at that point.

"Kiss me" I breathed out

And he did.

FIN.