Hey there, I hope you like this chapter. It is rather short, but it's just how it flowed. And plus I wanted to stretch out the story a bit. So just for anyone wondering, the man is Dumbledore, it's a mystery how it is him, since he's dead. Both of them know that it is Dumbledore, but the fact isn't really made into a big deal. :)

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter…

Draco stepped into the club and immediately made his way to the bar. He ordered a firewhiskey and told the bar to keep them coming. He chugged it down and gasped as it burned its way down his throat. But the pain was worth it if it would help him forget Hermione. He downed another, and was about to down another, when someone walked up and said, "You know…getting roaring drunk won't help."

Draco scowled and turned to look at the person who was intruding on his pity party. His eyes widened as he found himself looking at a man who looked very much like his deceased Headmaster, who was gazing at him knowingly. Closing his eyes in disbelief, he knocked down another firewhiskey. Setting the glass down, he said bitterly, "I know it won't, but it'll help me forget for a while."

The man smiled which caused his blue eyes to crinkle at the edges. He then said, "One butterbeer, please," then turning to Draco remarked, "She's not gone yet."

"What are you talking about, old man," Draco asked, slurring his words a bit as he finished off his sixth firewhiskey.

The old man chuckled, "That's right, Mr. Malfoy, I am quite old. But I was referring to Ms. Granger…err, should I say, Mrs. Malfoy."

Draco stopped mid gulp and turned wide and stunned eyes to the man sitting next to him, "How did you know…I mean how do you know my name?"

The man peered over his thin, square framed glasses and replied, "There is little that I don't know, Mr. Malfoy. Now if I may make a suggestion?"

Draco muttered into his butterbeer, "Bloody Dumbledore, always interfering into others people's business."

"What was that?"

"Nothing," Draco murmured.

"No matter, now as I was saying, I really do think you should go after Ms. Granger."

"It's Mrs. Malfoy, get it right, old man!"

The man looked amused by Draco's sudden outburst, and responded, "Yes, forgive me. But, I'm confused…why you would let her leave in the first place….since you claim to have such strong feelings for her?"

"I don't have bloody feelings for her," Draco said angrily, jumping up and slamming his drink on the bar, "I have just one feeling for her…I bloody well love her!"

"Then why are you still here?"

Draco sat back down dejectedly, and muttered, "Because she deserves better than me, I used to be a Death Eater, which I'm sure you already knew. I've done horrible stuff, I used to treat her atrociously, and I even tried to kill you…err, I mean Dumbledore. I would only bring her down."

"Yes, indeed I do know that you used to be a Death Eater," the man said, "I also know that you were pushed into it. There is no excuse for the horrible things you've done, but if you're truly sorry for them, you'll not make the same mistakes again. As for Ms. Granger, excuse me, Mrs. Malfoy, if she has forgiven you for how you treated her, don't you think it's time you forgave yourself? And as for attempting to kill me, you couldn't do it, which shows your true character. For if you had been able to go through with it…then you really would be as horrible as you say. Now what I say is that you need to get over your sorry bunch of excuses and go after her, or you'll regret it the rest of your life."

While the man had been speaking, Draco had been thinking. He didn't know if he could live without Hermione, she had made him smile and feel like a human being again, instead of an empty shell. He realized that if he really lost her, he wouldn't know what to do. Setting his glass down, he said, "Thanks for the advice. I'm going to go after her."

"Good for you, Draco. I wish you two the best of happiness," the old man replied, raising his glass as if in a toast.

Draco smiled, and looked down as he yanked two galleons out of his pocket. When he looked back up the man was gone. Looking around, he couldn't see anyone around that looked like the man either. Shaking his head, he headed outside and flagged a taxi.

"To the airport, please, and please hurry."

"Yes, sir."

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