A slight spring breeze brushed Hermione’s hair across her face as she carefully watched Tristan & Emily play with their toy wand. They all had gone for a short stroll around the neighborhood, and although there could be muggles watching, Hermione was sure they’d believe the twins useless wand to be just a twig fallen from a nearby tree.

It had been several long and tiresome days since Draco had admitted his love to Hermione and her mind was once again in a struggle with her emotions.

On one hand, Hermione knew that she loved him too and that she would be as miserable as ever if she let him go again. On the other, she was terribly afraid of Draco further ripping her heart to pieces. If she gave up on him, eventually she would move on with her life and hopefully find someone else. She didn’t want to think about what she might to if Draco hurt her one more time. It might just be enough to push her over the edge and there would be no going back.

“Mum?” Emily’s tiny voice called from up ahead.

Hermione focused on her daughter, pushing her thoughts away. “Yes?”

“Why don’t I see Mr. Malfoy anymore?” Emily’s lower lip pushed forward in a frown. Hermione felt awful every time she had to her daughter with such a sad expression. Tristan looked at Hermione waiting for a answer to hear about Mr. Malfoy.

“You both want to go back to day care?” Hermione asked, avoiding the subject of Draco.

“No, I miss Mr. Malfoy. Can I see him?” Emily nearly begged. Hermione couldn’t lie to her daughter but she didn’t even know the true answer. “Me too” Tristan begged.

“Maybe, I’ll think about it.” Hermione told them.

She had been thinking about it for the longest time. It was definitely not a simple matter which could be determined within seconds. She lay awake at night, her thoughts rushing through her head, trying to come to a conclusion.

A large factor in the situation was Tristan & Emily, the reason behind their initial separation, and possibly a reason to get back together. Hermione could not continue relying on her friends and parents to watch her twins whenever she needed to go out. The twins needed a real father figure in her life. Of course she had Harry and all of her Weasley uncles, but they were not at all the same as anything Draco could provide.

Ginny supported Hermione no matter what she chose, but she had no intentions of being civilized with Draco. The same went for Ron and Harry, though they were leaning for Hermione ditching Draco for good.

When Hermione had met up with Ginny after Draco visit, Ginny asked Hermione what he had said, yet she refused to accept any input of advice from her or anyone else who she had told. No one was allowed to influence her except maybe her own children.

After almost a week had passed, Hermione was still contemplating things, though she had made up her mind to begin a letter to Draco, expressing what her emotions were telling her compared to her very trusted brain. He’d be able to see her conflict then. She figured that it was worth writing the letter in case he was also trying to move on, although Hermione didn’t really want to give him any false hope. She just didn’t want another Natalie-like figure appearing and causing more problems.

She searched the entire house, top to bottom, for a bit of parchment to write on. Every inch had been used up and her only choice was to travel to Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade. She invited Ginny to venture with her and Ginny suggested Hogsmeade.

“I could go for some butterbeer. The boys are really tiring me out.” Ginny commented, explaining how she had easily convinced her mother to take them off of her hands.

They arrived in Hogsmeade, right outside the parchment and quill store, which they entered. Hermione made sure to take Emily’s hand, as she store was pretty busy. Ginny took Tristan hand while she looked around with him. She picked out several rolls of plain and simple parchment before getting a cheap roll for Tristan & Emily to scribble on. Ginny joined her on the line and began questioning her.

“So, what are you going to write to him?” She curiously asked, taking two rolls for herself.

“I’m not completely sure of what I want yet.” Hermione explained, counting her sickles and knots, “I’m just going to inform him of my dilemma and then when I’ve thought everything through, I’ll personally tell him.”

“You’re so formal about all of this. Why do you have to think about every little detail? Just believe in yourself for once and do what your heart tells you to do, not your head.” Ginny proposed in one breath. She had wanted to tell Hermione this for a long time, and greatly hoped that she would listen.

“You try being in this position! It’s not as easy as that! I’m tired of being let down and disappointed over and over again!” Hermione retorted, attracting glares from on-looking witches and wizards.

“It’s your instinct that matters in the end.” Ginny shook her head.

Hermione paid for the parchment escorted the twins and Ginny back to the street. The Three Broomsticks was only a few stores down, and Ginny was more than eager to step inside. They sat at one of the tables, and ordered two butterbeers while Hermione pulled out a few crackers for the twins to munch on.

Hermione nearly had a heart attack when she looked up to see a certain blonde walking toward her in order to reach the door. Draco looked just as uncomfortable but he nodded in acknowledgement all the same. Hermione gave a small nod back but neither said anything and soon Draco was out the door and out of the scene.

Ginny immediately picked up on Hermione’s sudden change in attitude. Her smile drooped and her eyes were filled with hopelessness.

“What?” Hermione questioned, becoming worried by Ginny’s perceptive staring.

“Nothing, just remember what I told you before,” She paused, glancing at the door behind Hermione, “Trust yourself and your heart.”

“Come on, mum.” Tristan said after his aunt told him to trust herself and her heart. He felt like he knew most of what was going on.

Hermione hesitated for a second, gave Tristan & Emily a quick squeeze for a temporary goodbye, and followed Draco out of the pub. She peered down the street in both directions and spotted Draco veer off the road onto the path leading to his house. Hermione almost forgot he lived so close.

“Draco!” She called, winding her way through the magical people that crowded the Hogsmeade streets.

His head did not twist around however, and he disappeared behind the trees surrounding the path. Hermione turned her speed walking into a hurried jog and made her way down the same dirt track.

“Draco!” She repeated, nearly ten feet away.

This time, he spun around to see who was following him though he easily recognized the voice. Draco barely had time to react before he was nearly knocked over. Hermione’s arms went around his neck and Draco instinctively placed his hands gently on her hips. Within a fraction of a second, their mouths were glued together in an intense kiss.

“Hermione?” Draco mumbled, pushing himself away. He unwrapped her arms and took her hands in his. She looked up, waiting for him to continue. “This is it? This is what you want?”

“I’m sure it is,” Hermione responded, feeling all of her misery lift and her cheeks become red with emotion.

“I promise that I’ll never, ever, hurt you again,” Draco started, in a greatly apologetic tone. “I’ll never lie to you or keep anything from you and I won’t cause you any more pain. I don’t want to see you cry again either—“

“Stop promising me all of these things,” Hermione cut him off quietly, “That’s in the past. The only thing I want you to promise is that you’ll always love me.”

“Then, I promise I’ll always love you,” Draco repeated in a slightly childish manner. He dropped one of Hermione’s hands and began pulling her toward his home.

“I should go back to the twins and Ginny. They’re probably wondering what happened to me.” Hermione dug her heels into the ground but it was no use.

“I bet Ginny knows exactly what happened to you.” Draco smirked and Hermione scowled. “Don’t worry, they’re fine. It’ll only take a moment.” He sped up until they were at his gate. “Wait here, it’s a mess inside.”

He kissed her hand then ran inside. Draco returned shortly with something behind his back.

“I really should be heading back,” Hermione insisted, impatiently.

“Then, I’ll make this short and simple, just for you,” Draco smiled a very wide grin. He hadn’t felt like this is ages and it was a very good feeling. He quickly got down on one knee and Hermione knew what was coming.

“You’re joking…” Hermione managed to say as her heart began to race.

“Not at all.” Draco laughed and pulled out a familiar box, opening it as he moved. “Hermione Granger, will you marry me?” He said the traditional words.

“I would love to,” Answered Hermione, her eyes slowly tearing. Draco pulled out the ring he had given Hermione at the end of their seventh year and carefully slid it onto her finger. “And you promised not to make me cry.” She smiled, admiring the ring resuming its place on her hand.

“Tears of joy weren’t included in that promise,” Draco stood up and gave Hermione a quick but romantic kiss.

“I love you,” Hermione breathed against his lips, their foreheads together.

“I think that deep down we never stopped loving each other.” Draco said truthfully.

He placed an arm around Hermione while she rested her head on his shoulder and they began their walk back to Hogsmeade. Draco prediction was correct.

Everything worked out and they were finally together to live happily until the very end.

Author Note

Hey guys, this is the end of this story for Draco and Hermione, their first story was I hate you but I love you and now this Believe in your heart is the last book. If I get enough reviews, I will write a short story of what happened after or maybe the next story on Tristan & Emily.