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A/N: An alternative ending to those who disagreed with my ending. I hope you like it :)

It starts midway through Chapter 1.

~RavenclawStudent.

He merely ignored her. "Tell me what to pack. You and I are going to the hospital." He said chastely, scurrying around the room, looking for a small suitcase.

"What?" She replied, bewildered. "Why are we going to the hospital?"

"To get you a new pair of eyes."

She had gone into surgery two hours after her odd conversation with her boyfriend in a state of pure terror. However, Draco was there to tend to her, and gently guided her into the surgery room, where a nurse had handed over the clothes that Hermione had to wear. Both had gone into the tiny changing room and Draco helped Hermione change, as she was in a paralysed position. After that, Draco had let the medi-witch take her, and he walked outside of the room anxiously and sat down, Harry handing him a cup of coffee.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" He asked, wringing his hands. Draco looked up at him scathingly.

"She's in the care of the best Healers in the world. Of course it is."

"And you're sure of the decision you're making." It wasn't a question, rather a statement, to which Draco merely nodded solemnly. Harry looked at him nervously. "Draco she's used to it, you aren't."

"She'll be there for me." He replied confidently.

"And there's no way of me persuading you to not go through with this?" He asked.

"No." A wave of silence overwhelmed them, and Draco fidgeted under Harry's intense gaze.

"Well, to whoever called you a coward, they ought to eat their words, myself included. Thank you Draco." And with that, he walked away, leaving a frightened Draco alone with his deceiving thoughts.

Hermione let out a mild groan as sleep refused to overtake her, despite her aching limbs and eyes, having undergone surgery hours ago. Stifling a yawn, she opened her eyes to look at the room she was occupying –

Wait a second.

Hermione blinked.

She could see?

She could see!

She squealed in delight and looked around the large hospital room, feeling disappointed that Draco wasn't there when she first opened her eyes. She didn't let this damper her contented feelings and continued to roam the room with her eyes. It had been almost five years, five years since she was last able to see, and now, thanks to Draco... She can again.

Pulling her bed sheets back, she walked out of the room, to find Harry with his head in his hands with Ginny rubbing his shoulders.

"Harry? Ginny?" Hermione said, delighted to be able to see her best friends again. "You're pregnant?" She exclaimed, her new eyes going wide as she stared at Ginny's slightly bulging belly.

"Hermione, what are you doing out of bed? Come; let's go into your room." Ginny stood up, Harry following closely by, and together, they walked into her room, Hermione going in first.

"You look beautiful with your new eyes Hermione," Harry said softly, looking at her with a sorrowful look etched on his tired face.

"What colour are they?" She whispered.

Harry looked conflicted for a moment, but when Ginny opened her mouth to reply, he hastily cut her off. "Brown. They're a brown colour." Ginny sent Harry an odd look, Harry just shook his head.

"Five years," she breathed. "Five years and now I can see." A weak laugh escaped her mouth. "Where's James? I'm eager to meet him!"

"I'm sure you are sweetie, James is with mum at the moment, so we can spend time with you." Ginny replied delicately, Hermione nodded, looking at her two best friends. Ginny had grown taller, and infinitely more beautiful, a perfect bride for Harry, her bright blue eyes was dimmed with sparkly tears, which occasionally fell down her cheeks. Harry had grown more bulky and taller; his face seemed to have aged with lines, his glasses still broken and crooked, which he pushed further up his nose childishly, and a distant gaze on his face.

Hermione cleared her throat. "Where's Draco, Harry?"

"What?" He said, snapping out of his reverie. "Oh... he had some important business to attend to. He's... sorry he couldn't see you when you woke up, but apparently he couldn't delay this work. He'll meet you at your house." He told her, and Hermione nodded, her head feeling heavy.

"So… can I see my new eyes or am I going to be left in suspense?" Hermione said jokingly, unbeknownst to the heavy tension in the room. Harry and Ginny exchanged nervous glances, when finally Harry agreed.

"I'll go get the one from the bathroom." He offered, walking into the adjoining bathroom. He exited after two minutes and handed her the mirror he retrieved. Smiling back at her were a pair of soft pink lips, pulled up into a small smile, a button nose, a few scabs around her eyes, which were a vibrant honey colour, lighter than her original hue but still a warm brown. Her smile grew wider as fresh tears bloomed in her eyes.

"When can I go home?" She asked, her voice cracking slightly.

"As soon as I sign the papers, which I'll go do now." He walked out of the room without a second glance. Ginny looked worried.

"Ginny? What's wrong with him?" Hermione asked, slightly frazzled.

"Nothing Hermione, he's just... tired."

A couple of hours after and Hermione was in the back of Harry's car, driving home. As the car moved fluidly through the city, Hermione's eyes were wide in astonishment as she drank in the changes that occurred over the past five years, like a child who discovered new candy.

"Here we are Hermione, this is your home." Ginny announced, stepping out of the car and opening Hermione's door for her as Harry collected the suitcase from the boot. Slowly, the trio made their way up the wide steps and into Hermione's former family home. After her parents died in the war, she had received their house in the will, and it was her home for the past five years.

Harry unceremoniously dropped the suitcase at the foot of the stairs and told Hermione that Ginny and James had an appointment at the Healers' and they had to go now. She nodded at this, understanding their need to leave, and sincerely thanked them for the drop and all they had done, still a bit frustrated that she had not seen Draco yet. Nonetheless, she languidly walked through her old home, taking a small tour. She smiled as memories of her and Draco fell into mind, and slowly, she walked up the stairs into her room, where she and Draco made love for the first time. She decided to take a bath, get the sickening smell of hospital off of her.

She sank in the bath, revelling in its magical ways of untying the knots in her body. Before she knew it, she fell asleep.

Drying off and putting on her pyjamas, she flopped her way into her kitchen, made a steaming mug of hot chocolate, her childhood favourite, and padded her way into the sitting-room.

Her eyes went wide and her face paled at the sight before her, the cup of hot beverage fell to the floor. She barely winced when the warm liquid made contact with her feet.

"Draco?" She said incredulously. The marred face of her lover looked up.

"Hello love." He rasped meekly. His eyelids were shut, revealing the many scratches and lined scars that defaced his handsome face. Black, red and blue colours contrasted his pale complexion, giving him a victim's look. He sat awkwardly on the edge of her couch, as if he had no idea where he was sitting. She supposed he didn't, given that it was a very apparent fact, that Draco Malfoy was blind.

The sound of a loud thud and a deep groan emitted from Draco pulled her out of her reverie. Hurry over to help a fallen Draco; she sat him down comfortably on the sofa.

"Draco you're… you're blind?" She stuttered hesitantly. She had no idea on how to approach the situation, so she went with stating the obvious. She inwardly cringed. This was not how she imagined seeing Draco, she hardly dreamt of a sappy scene from some romance film, but this, this was way out of her imagination.

"Yeah," he said softly. "I'm blind."

She began to sputter. "What? When– why didn't you– I can't – you're blind?" She was at a loss for words, and despite not being able to see, Draco still managed a smirk.

"Yes honey, I'm blind." He stated once more, unable to keep the charming smile off his face.

"Since when?" She asked in an amplified form of perplexity.

"For a while now," he replied vaguely. Hermione looked at him blankly, very cross at his simple answer.

Then it hit her.

She couldn't believe her foolishness. Why didn't she think of this earlier? Abandoning her boyfriend on the sofa and running to the mirror she had hung in the corridor, she looked at her reflection.

Where her irises should've been brown like Harry had said, they were instead a deep, charcoal grey. She knew instantly.

Tears welled up in her new eyes as she walked back into the room unsteadily.

"Hermione?" Draco asked unsurely. "Is that you?"

She wanted to scream at him for hiding her away from his plan. Sneaky Slytherin, doing what he knew best. But then she realised what sacrifice he made for her.

His eyes.

Now her eyes.

The tears now fell freely and a sob escaped her.

"Hermione?" He repeated, panic evident in his tone. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He tried to stand up, tried to make his way towards his weeping girlfriend, but she jumped him, circling her arms around his neck and sobbing into his shoulder. The weight of her sudden attack caused them both to fly back onto the sofa, but Draco didn't mind. He just sat there, soothingly stroking her hair as she cried.

"You—you idiot!" She cried amidst sobs. "Why would you do—why would you even think about giving me such a fundamental part of you without discussing it with me?" She sniffled. His head cocked to the side as a hint of a smile graced his lips.

"Now Hermione," he began in a playful tone. "Why would I tell you when I knew clearly you would refuse to go through with this plan? I had to dust up on my old skills just so you could undergo this experiment." She growled–actually growled at him.

"How could you do such a thing? Now be—because of me, you're blind!" She wailed, large crocodile tears falling from her new eyes. Draco, who couldn't understand what the fuss was about, tightened his hold on her.

Seriously, he told her. "Listen here Hermione, I did what I did out of pure choice. It's not because of you I am blind, it is because of me. Drill this into your head Hermione; I won't have you blaming yourself." He was so firm and clear in his words it made Hermione want to cry even more. Here, the man had just gone blind and he was consoling the woman who had just gotten her eyesight back!

She shook her head rigorously. How could she not blame herself? After all, he only forfeited his eyes for her! Had she not agreed to him, had she not given him the chance he had practically begged for, then she would not be feeling this heavy weight on her chest, she would not be so in love with this man it hurt her to the point of oblivion.

"You shouldn't have taken that choice without me! I would never have—never allowed you to—"

"It's not about what you would have allowed or not allowed Hermione," he said delicately. "It's what I wanted to do. You could call it self-instigated karma. Despite your forgiveness I felt… I felt as though I shouldn't have been forgiven. It wasn't enough Hermione. I would never expect you to understand, you never saw what I did—what I had to do. I killed, I tortured, I watched people fall to Voldemort, I was a Death Eater. I indirectly killed Albus Dumbledore—"

"You also indirectly killed Voldemort too, it doesn't make much of a difference—" She retorted, he dismissed her argument.

"You don't understand! It wasn't enough! Because of me, you became blind! Because of me, you have had to live with no eyesight for the last four years! Because of me Bellatrix took a vital part of you and now it's only fair for me to give it back." He concluded, his shoulders slumped slightly, and Hermione felt his head press into her hair. Her tears vacated her eyes and she felt her mind clear up slightly of the confusion. Nevertheless, she looked up at Draco as though he had grown a second head.

"How is it your fault? Are you actually blaming yourself for what Bellatrix did to me? No, no Draco you're wrong! If anything it was my fault! I had Stunned you! I didn't have to feel the need to kill you! It was my moment of weakness that had caused this! Not you, I just—I needed to avenge his death, I needed to feel like someone had paid for his death, I didn't have to though, and it was my fault Draco, only my fault! Bellatrix only did what she felt she was obligated to do; she needed to protect her family, even if it was for contorted reasons. I can't believe you've felt like this… and you've never even spoken to me about it! Draco listen to me—" she clasped his jaw with her two hands, and looked at his blotchy, dead eyes, "I am the reason I'm blind, I was the reason. Now because of me… you're blind." She felt so despondent; she couldn't believe the bizarre twist of events. Never did she imagine Draco feeling like this, it never occurred to her that he blamed himself, they had spoken about that night only a handful of times, perceiving it as the past which held them as enemies and the present and future as lovers. But this, this belief was something so new and different to her. She had always held herself accountable for that night; it was her foolish error to feel the need to sate her sadistic, childish thoughts. She was thinking of cold blooded murder, and had Bellatrix not stopped her, she would've killed the man before her.

"I have Bellatrix to thank," she mumbled. "Because if she hadn't blinded me, I would've killed you, I would've performed the Unforgivable on you and walked away. She stopped me, she did me a favour, it kind of makes up for the torture." She tried to reason, but he shook his head angrily.

"She did no favours for you!" He hissed angrily, furious of her to insinuate such. "I'd rather you have killed me than had to live with an eye dysfunction for your whole life!"

"Did you think about what it would do to me? I'm not a murderer Draco! Sure I loved Fred and words could not describe how upset I was of his death, but in a rational state of mind, I never would have killed over it! Especially not to you! I knew you! Even if I knew the conceited younger version of you I still wouldn't have murdered! It was a stupid thought running through an emotionally distraught seventeen year old! I may have loved Fred… but I love you more Draco, and now you've done this for me, I—"

"Shh… the past doesn't matter anymore, calm down love, I don't want you working up a fuss, it could be bad for your health." He said calmly.

"'The past doesn't matter anymore'?" She said scornfully. "Draco! Of course it matters! The past compelled you to make such a rash decision! Even after I had forgiven you and loved you and given you myself, you still thought you owed me! I didn't need your eyes Draco." Her voice dropped in decibels, suddenly raw with emotion and love. "I needed you and only you. I was fine with being blind, but I never—I'd never want you to give up yours, especially the one part of you that I remembered so vividly up until now. Draco why? Why didn't you consult me with your decision? Why did you still think you were in debt with me? Draco…" Tears seeped out of her grey eyes, and this time, Draco couldn't help but let one fall down with her.

"Don't cry Hermione, please, please don't cry. I don't want you to cry anymore, especially because of me. I'm so sorry Hermione, I should have told you, I know now that I should have. It's just I knew you were going to refuse my offer and I wanted to give it to you, I didn't want to feel guilty over that night Hermione, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you without any drawbacks or links to the past, I wanted you to be whole and I knew how much you missed your eyes, even though you were so used to them not being there anymore. I wanted to make you happy; I thought that by doing this I was going to make you happy! I wanted to prove my love to you, and I have but please, just please don't cry." He silently begged, the lone tear all that it was, a lone tear. He needed to be strong, for Hermione.

"I can't stop Draco! I can't…" She hiccoughed and tried to calm her emotional wreck of a mind. "This is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me; no-one would've ever sacrificed such an important part of themselves… I can't contain myself Draco!" A weak laugh escaped her mouth. "I feel like such a fool, I should be comforting you instead it's the other way around, I haven't even asked you how you're feeling." She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes, listening to the warm musical thud of his heartbeat, feeling as though she could stay here forever, in his arms.

"I'm feeling fine Hermione, a little spent but otherwise happy and…content. I feel like a rock has been lifted off of my shoulders and I'm finally free. I just need you now Hermione, you'll be almost like the cure to my blindness, I don't care for it, I just care for you." She sniffled against his chest, leaning up to capture his lips in a kiss. He didn't bend down, unaware of Hermione's intentions, so she made the move, which he responded to eagerly. A short, sweet kiss, slow and rhythmic, the ideal thing for the both of them, no need nor desperation present in the kiss, it was just a moment to memorise the planes of their lips, to reminisce in the memories of the kisses they shared so many times before, it was a moment to remember… them.

Hermione felt so elated by the time he ended it, and snuggled up close to him as they sat there in the midst of their entangled scents, a faint musky smell overridden by the stench of hospital disinfectant and a soothing odour of jasmine and honey. "I don't know how to make it up to you." She murmured after a while. Slowly, he caressed her hair, randomly placing butterfly kisses anywhere.

"Just promise me you'll always be with me, by my side."

"Every day."

And she intended to do exactly that, starting now.