Chapter Twenty Five

Tears ran down Hermione's cheeks as she came to the end of the book, There was only one page left to read:

Epilogue

I wrote this book as a way of cleansing my past, of being brutally honest and coming to terms with a past that I regret. I didn't intend to hurt or offend anyone I have mentioned in the book, but despite that I do owe some of you an apology;

To Pansy and all the other ladies I have known throughout my life, I am so sorry, but I hope now that you will at least know why I didn't cherish you the way that you deserved to be cherished, and I hope that you have found someone in your life who will give you all the love you didn't get from me.

To Harry Potter, I can admit now that I was always jealous of you, and although it still stings to say it, I admire you. If it weren't for you I wouldn't have had the chance to become the changed man that I am today, so for that I thank you.

Ronald Weasley, I am sorry that I was always such a dick about you and your family, but hopefully if you ever read this book you will come to know that it was I who was poor.

And finally to my muse, Hermione Granger, I wrote this book, knowing how much your beautiful mind likes to read, I did worry, however that this sort of drivel wouldn't interest you in the slightest, but I plugged away in spite of those fears, consoling myself that your enquiring mind wouldn't be able to resist a peek.

I have bared my soul for you, I have written down in ink all of my short-comings and all of my secrets. Now I ask something of you.

If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, perhaps you can go just a little further and give me the chance to show you the real me, and fulfil my liberated dreams.

After all after all is said and done, I am the man who has always held you in his dreams, the dragon that has changed his spots for you! The man who wrote this book for you!

Hermione's salty tears fell in droplets upon the open page. "I will come to you." She said, and having made up her mind she jumped up and went down to the bar.

"How do I get to Rosenthal Towers?" Hermione asked Tom, her excitement was growing.

"It's five blocks south of here in muggle London," Tom told her, "do you want me to order you a taxi?"

"No thanks Tom," Hermione said, smiling, "I think I'll walk if it isn't far, it's a lovely day."

Hermione skipped up the stairs to her room and brushed her hair, it was six 'o' clock, she grabbed her handbag and decided to set off, hoping to pick up something to eat on the way.

Hermione, strolled down the wide boulevard, taking in the sights of London, it was already going dark and the shop fronts were lit up brightly. The streets were busy, The city always came to life at night and the atmosphere was electric.

Hermione found a small Italian café at around quarter to seven and she went in and ordered herself a plate of pasta. Luckily she was served quickly and after eating her meal, she set back off towards her destiny. At around half past seven Hermione had to stop a group of people and ask for directions.

"It's about half an hour that way love," A middle aged lady told her, "That is if you walk fast and take the main roads. There is a short cut through the back alleys," she pointed to a dark alley way across the road, "but you better be careful if you take that option, there are some unsavoury sorts about, this time of night."

"Thank you." Hermione said, and she watched as the cheerful group went on their way.

Hermione weighed up her options, she didn't want to leave Draco waiting so she decided to take the short cut.