AN1: WOW! Just WOW! I love you all! Thank you SO MUCH for all of the reviews in such a short amount of time!! Please, do the same for this chapter and I'll update quickly again!

So here is the third and final part in what I have now dubbed: "The Café Trilogy". Enjoy and leave a review on your way out!! And please, read the bottom notes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter in any way, shape or form! That includes (sadly) the characters.

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After that dreadful experience, Hermione never brought Ron with her to the cafe again. She continued to sip her drink and work on her current project in peace, except of course for when Draco visited her table. That was the only interruption that she didn't mind.

One day, Hermione didn't come into the café. It was the only day out of the two months that she hadn't shown up. Draco was restless and worried all day. It wasn't like her to miss the routine. He hoped desperately that something bad hadn't happened to her. He didn't know what he'd do. Two more days went by and she still hadn't shown up. If only he knew where she lived! He didn't know—or want to admit, more like—why he cared so much, but all the same, he cared.

It was approaching three pm on what would be the fourth day of her not arriving. Three came and went and Hermione still hadn't appeared. It wasn't until half-past that she stumbled in looking weary and sad. She sat at her table and didn't signal for him to join her; nor did she move to take out a project. She just sat and stared listlessly at the wooden table.

Christian was lurking in the shadows. He noticed that Hermione wasn't making an attempt to find Draco. He made his move.

"Hello, Miss. Would you care to order a drink?" She didn't even look up, she just shook her head and Christian stormed to the back, not handling the rejection well.

"I say we kick her out," he muttered to Draco; very obviously sore about being denied. "I mean look at her. She's not ordering anything. She's just sitting there taking up space that could be used by a paying customer. I'm going to go and get her to leave."

"No." Draco said coldly. "Leave her be, she's obviously suffering."

Christian was taken aback. "Well she can't just sit there if she doesn't order anything!"

With a mutter that sounded similar to 'jealous sod', Draco threw some sickles in the cash register and made Hermione's usual latte.

"There, it's almost as if she paid. You'll cover my shift, yeah?" Draco didn't bother to wait for the answer. Christian owed him anyway. Latte in hand, he walked confidently to Hermione's table and stood in front of her for a moment. She didn't take note of his presence until after he had set her drink down.

She looked up in surprise and only then did Draco see her tearstained face and red puffy eyes. "Let's go for a walk,"

Without waiting for her response, Draco took her hand—the one that wasn't holding the drink—and lead her outside.

"Don't worry," he said evenly as she looked anxiously behind her at the café as if waiting for someone to Stun her for not paying. "The drink is on me."

With that being said, Hermione relaxed just a little. "Where are we going?"

At that moment, Draco had no idea where to take her, not even an inkling whatsoever. "You'll see when we get there." He was happy to note that she kept her hand entwined with his, even though she didn't have to. It would have been just as easy for her to walk next to him without holding his hand. But who was complaining?

They walked in silence for ten minutes before Draco figured out where he was going to take her. He must have made some sound of jubilation because Hermione looked askance at him.

"Yes?"

"Oh, I just figured out where we were going to go."

Hermione looked incredulous. "You mean to say that you don't know where you're taking me and we're just walking aimlessly?!"

"Yep," he grinned cheekily at her and she laughed.

"So now that you actually know where we're going, will you tell me?"

Draco pretended to think about that for a minute. "Nah, I'll just leave you in suspense." Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled.

Ten more minutes passed and then they reached their destination.

"...it's a park."

"I know that."

"A park."

"Yes, and with benches."

"But a park."

"Yes, I believe that we've established that; let's go."

Her hand still in his, he led her to the nearest set of benches and sat down. She sat next to him and together they sat in silence. Hermione's gaze was focused down on their still connected hands. Unsure of what else to do, Draco spoke.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She shook her head and the silence continued. It wasn't until Draco felt a drop of something wet fall onto his hand that he tried again. "Hermione,"

She refused to look at him.

"Hermione," he took the hand that wasn't holding hers and lifted her chin so that she would look at him. "What happened?"

Her eyes filled with more tears and they spilled over. "It's Ron," she murmured so quietly that he almost didn't hear her. At the mention of the Weasel's name, Draco's stomach clenched. That sodding wanker! What the hell did he do now?

"What did he do, Hermione?"

She took a deep breath and recalled the incident that was still fresh in her memory as if it had been yesterday.

Hermione stood in the doorway of the flat that she shared with Ron and gaped. There was Ron. He was on the couch, completely and currently straddling an equally clothes-less Susan Bones. She dropped her bag and it clattered loudly on the floor. The couple looked up in shock and Susan grabbed a blanket to cover herself up.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Don't act like you didn't see this coming, you slag."

"What are you talking about?"

"Tell me, how long have you been shagging the ferret? Or do you call him 'Draco' now? I know that you've been cheating on me!"

"Ron, don't be ridiculous! I have been doing no such thing!"

"Don't lie to me. It's bad enough that you've wasted my time. You didn't even realize how lucky you were that I gave you the time of day. Well you've wasted it and we are through. Goodbye, Hermione."

With a snarl, Hermione went to her room to get her stuff. Ron called out casually behind her. "I already packed your crap and it's sitting on the curb."

"You jerk! How dare you!"

Ron just smiled smugly and gestured to the door. "Goodbye."

"H-h-he said terrible things to me. She hadn't even left our flat yet, she was just laying right there, the blanket covering her bare ass, listening to Ron yell at me. He told me that I was a slag and that I should have considered myself lucky that he gave me the time of day with me and that I should have seen it coming," she stopped speaking and started to cry.

Draco was in shock for quite some time. The pathetic wank stain! How could Weasley say that to her? And why would he? Hell, he was the lucky one! The fact that she even began to date him made him the luckiest guy on the planet. He could feel Hermione's shoulders shaking next to him and snapped out of it. He wrapped her arms around her and let her cry on his shoulder. She stayed like that for a few minutes before taking her head off of him and sniffing a bit. She appeared to be calming herself down, or at least, attempting to.

Hermione tried to say something. Whether it was to apologize for falling apart on him or to thank him, it didn't matter. Either way, she never got the words out. Draco leaned in and placed his lips on hers softly. The kiss intensified and he began to tug at her bottom lip. She opened her mouth slightly and their tongues mingled. He took his hands and rested them on the small of her back, pushing her into him and her arms locked behind his neck.

One of his hands went to caress her cheek but suddenly she yanked out of his grasp and stood up, putting a couple feet between them.

"No! I can't do this. It would prove him right, that I am all those things he said. Here it hasn't even been a week since we broke up and now..." She started to cry again and Draco was at a loss. He stood up to go to her, to comfort her somehow, but she started to back away.

"Please, don't do this. I can't let him be right. I'm sorry. Truly. I just need time."

She turned to walk away and she hadn't taken more than three steps when she tripped on a bump in the sidewalk. Draco reacted instantaneously.

"Accio!"

He summoned her latte and caught that in his right hand while his left arm secured her waist and kept her from falling forward. She had squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the impact but when she felt Draco's arms around her, she opened them. Hermione gave him a watery smile.

This time, when Draco leaned in to kiss her, she didn't pull away.

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The underlined part is where I originally wanted to end the story...but it would have been in the last chapter. But I figured you guys would appreciate a more obvious Dramione ending. So tell me, do you like the ending I went with or would you rather I had left it at the underlined part?

AN2: I have a new goal. I want to reach chapter 68 before school starts.

You wanna know why? Because I want to post chapter 100 on March 1st, 2009, because it will have been EXACLY a year since I started this story. Well not really, but kind of. I posted the first chapter of this story on a day that only comes ONCE EVERY FOUR YEARS!!! (Of course I did; I would do something like that.) So now, I am considering March 1st to be February 29th. Because it still comes after February 28th, so it's technically the 29th even if they lie to us all and call it March 1st. This means that I'm going to need to get over 40 chapters out in a little over 8 months.

Is that possible? Yes!

Do I want to? Yes!

Do I need your help? YES!!

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