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Chapter Eight

Nothing else happened with me and either Draco or Ron for another month. I guess I didn't really want anything to happen between any of us. Things were getting awkward and I really needed time to think about everything that was going on. I observed them in class and talked to them both frequently to try and decide which one I had greater feelings for. But I couldn't decide. Maybe they would decide for me.

Ginny knew what was going on. After my little fiasco with Draco, I told Ginny everything that I was feeling. I told her all my thoughts and every single thing that ran through my head.

"So, do you know anything yet?" Ginny asked me one evening when she was sitting with me and Ginevra in my dormitory.

I shrugged. "Not really," I told her. I groaned and fell back onto my bed. "I hate this! Why couldn't I just like one of them! Everything has to be so difficult for me!"

"Aw, it's okay," Ginny said, sitting next to me on my bed. "I'm sure you'll figure it out soon. Don't complain, you're lucky that you have two boys chasing after you."

I threw my pillow at her.

"Hey!" she cried, hitting me back.


The next day I saw Ron sitting by himself under a tree outside. I decided to join him. Ginevra was currently napping, so I didn't have to bother with her luckily.

"Hi," I said, sitting down next to him in the cool grass. "Where are Ginny and Harry?"

Ron shrugged. "I haven't seen them in a while," he informed me. "They've been missing lately."

I giggled.

"I don't want to think about it," Ron said, blushing.

There was a moment of silence. Ron seemed kind of awkward around me. How I longed for things to be normal again!

"This is the same tree where you kissed me," I pointed out. "A month ago."

Ron nodded slowly.

"Why did you walk away that day?" I asked. "What happened?"

He shook his head. "It would never work out for us," said Ron. "I mean, lets face it; you have a kid with Malfoy. That in itself makes things... so much different. She's just a living reminder of what happened, and although I would love it if things were different, it would never happen. We just have to face the facts and know what's what and that we can never have a relationship ever again. Maybe if we weren't dating when she was conceived, it would work but unfortunately, we were." He sighed.

I looked at the ground. "I don't know what to say," I told the blades of grass blowing lightly in the breeze.

"There's nothing left to say."

"I'd better go check on-" I didn't want to say Ginevra's name. Ron had just told me about how much it hurt him just to see her. So I just got up and walked quickly back to the castle, not looking back.

I know I wanted someone to choose for me, or for one of them to do what Ron just did, but it still hurt. It still hurts to be turned down by the guy you love, even if you want him to do it and there's another guy out there. It still feels like a slice in your heart.


I spent time by myself for the next few days. I told Ginny what had happened immediately, but she completely understood that I wanted to be left alone. Three days later, though, there was a knock on the door of my dormitory.

I looked up. Ginny walked inside and closed the door behind her.

"You should talk to him," she said, still standing in front of the door.

I sighed. "You're probably right, but that doesn't mean I'm going to," I responded.

"Please, Hermione," said Ginny. "This is going to eat away at you forever. And from what I hear, he's good at making you feel better."

I sighed again. I was doing a lot of that lately. I closed my eyes and settled into my bed as though I were going to sleep. I wanted to cry but my eyes were dry and the emotions weren't running high enough.

"Just think about it, okay?" Ginny said to me. I then heard the door open and close again.

I knew that I should go- no, that I had to go- but I was too scared and tired to do it. Maybe I thought he would turn me down also. Tomorrow I would. Tomorrow, I promised myself.


So tomorrow came. It came faster than yesterday went, which was pretty fast.

I found him in the hallway, which was where I generally found him. He was alone, as usual. I didn't see him spending much time with his usual crowd- Crabbe, Goyle, etc- lately. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

"Draco," I said to him from one end of the corridor.

He looked at me. "Hi, Hermione," he said, walking toward me. "What's wrong? You look upset..."

"I want to talk to you," I said, my heart rate speeding up with every word I spoke.


"I didn't know what to do for a long time," I said, not quite knowing where to start. "So I've been thinking for a while, and I've come to one conclusion." I looked up at him, into his eyes. He looked confused. "I love you, Draco. I love you so much. and I love Ron, too, but," I shrugged, "it wouldn't work out for us, and we both know that. You're the one that I know I have to be with. For Ginevra, for me, hopefully for you... I don't even know what I'm saying... I'm just spilling out everything that's in my mind right now. I just want you to know because I want you to know... Everything…"

"I love you, too, Hermione," he said, hugging me tightly. "And I want to know everything you have to say because, as much as I didn't show it or as much as I hated to admit it, I've loved you this whole entire time. I know how much of a bastard I've been to you for most of your life- and mine. But you've forgiven me and..." He kissed the top of my head. "I love you, and that's about all I can say."

My vision became blurry. My eyes were brimming with tears. But I held them back. I wasn't going to cry. For the first time I was not going to cry. I looked up at him and kissed him for a long time.


And that was what happened. That's how I got where I am today with a husband and three kids and a nice home. I'm still close with Ginny, and I keep in touch with Harry and Ron, but now I have a person living with me who I love more than life itself.

Now I know that everything happens for a reason. If I hadn't ever had Ginevra, then my life would be very different. I probably would still be happy, wherever I was, but I'm not sad with the life that I live now, and I don't think I'll ever regret anything that's ever happened, or that I've ever done that has helped my life turn out the way it has.

And that is my story.


A/N: Um, did anyone actually enjoy the ending? I didn't really know how to make it longer so I put the ending where I did. Erlack... Was that enjoyable in anyway? Please review and I'll try and re-write it if it sucked that bad. But I'm at a bit of a writer's block at the moment...