Here's the last chapter.

And I've got an announcment to make. I'm going to leave for New Zealand in about 2 weeks and stay there for 5 months. I doubt there'll be any stories in that time. I might write something before leaving though, depending on my inspiration, but it will most likely not be Harry Potter. Anyway, I'm going to blog and you're welcome to read it, if you want. You can find a link on my homepage or you can go there directly: http://mysticshadowcat. 5

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Draco stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his body. He had spend the last hours exploring his home and later, when he had finished that he had taken a nap. Some minutes ago his empty stomach had woken him up, but he had decided to take a shower first and then go to find himself something to eat. He had noticed earlier that the store room was completely empty and so his only hope was that there was food in the thing that Hermione called fridge. If not, he would have to starve, because he had no idea where and how you got food. He rubbed his hair dry, got dressed and went to the kitchen. There was some food in the fridge and also something to drink. And, which seemed strange to Draco, a letter. Curiosity won over hunger and so he took the letter and closed the fridge. He sat down at the table and unfolded the parchment. It was from his mother.

Dear Draco,

as I already told you in my other letter with which I send you the key for this house, I had to sell Malfoy Manor. So I bought this house for you. I hope you can understand that after your father's death and everything else that's happening, I cannot bear life any more.

Farewell my son,

in love,

your Mother

Suddenly he remembered. He was glad that he had decided to sit down, because he felt weak and was not sure if his legs would carry him. He buried his face in his hands.

Hermione stood in front of the small house. She was not sure if she should really ring the bell. She knew that the wizard who had said the Obliviate spell had been dying and thus the effect could be broken easily. And she knew that now that Draco was surrounded by his past this would happen. It was just a matter of time. She would never have thought that she might care, but she did. If he would have been raised by somebody else than Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, Draco would have been a nice guy with a great sense of humour. But his upbringing had made him an arrogant pure blood fanatic. She didn't want to see that Draco return.

But Draco had made her promise that she would come back and Hermione kept her promises. She rang the bell. There was no reaction. She rang again and waited some seconds. Then she went to the next window and looked inside. She could see Draco sitting at a table, face buried in his hands. Why didn't he open the door? She shrugged and turned to the door again. Her right hand reached into her pocket and closed around her wand. She aimed at the door and thought "Alohomora". The lock made click, the door opened and Hermione entered.

Closing the door behind her, she wondered if she should call Draco or simply go to him. She chose the latter and went into the kitchen.

Just when she entered, Draco hit the table with his hand murmuring "Mudblood". Hermione stumbled back in shock. So he already remembered. She turned around, only wanting to leave as quickly as possible, but her sleeve caught in a small plant standing on a shelf next to the door. She caught it in time to prevent it from falling down, but the noise had made Draco look up.

"Hermione!", he said.

Again she tried to flee the house, this time held back by Draco. He took her hands in his and made her face him.

"Don't go, please. I'm sorry for everything I ever said. I remember now and know that I was blind. You opened my eyes, Hermione, and made me see what an arsehole I was. I know better now, thanks to you."

Hermione looked up in surprise. Their eyes met and she wondered how she ever could have thought those grey eyes were cold. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, Draco had bent down and kissed her.

The End