Soooo. LAST CHAPTER! It's kinda short, but I hope it summarizes the whole journey adequately! I truly hope that you enjoy reading it (as much as I enjoyed writing the WHOLE thing) and please tell me what you think!

Chapter 18: You Know What?

Draco took a deep breath as he prepared himself. Hermione didn't know it but this was one of his deepest secrets, one he hadn't ever told anyone. Not even Blaise, and he would have considered him to be his closest friend.

Hermione took even, deep breaths, waiting for Draco's reply. Slowly he began to talk and she leaned down into the pillows.

"As you know, I haven't been the greatest person toward you these past seven years." Hermione scoffed when he said this.

"No joke." Draco shot her a pained expression and she closed her mouth, deciding that she would let him go on.

"The reason I did this was becauseā€¦" he took one last breath before going down the path of no return. "I've always had a crush of sorts on you." He looked into Hermione's eyes, looking for disbelief or even anger at the thought that he might be lying but all he found was dumbfounded confusion.

"As you know, my parents don't look lightly on things like wizards without pureblood, and at the time that was exactly what you were. A 'mudblood'." Hermione flinched and Draco took her hand, slowly dragging it onto his lap, and began drawing soothing circles on the back of her hand.

"So of course nobody could know. I did everything I could think of to try and get you out of my mind. I got into the pants of every girl that would open her bedroom door to me, and the most regrettable thing, started relentlessly teasing you. It didn't ever work, as I hope you can see, because here I am right now." Hermione looked at his face, thinking he was going to cry for a moment, but that passed and he kept on talking.

"Then, you found out that you were actually a pureblood. At first I was mad because I didn't think you would want me, after how I had treated you. That was why I was so irritable when I was at your house. But then you were showing those same signs I had seen in myself and I was so relieved. I can't begin to explain the joy I felt at that moment, and have felt every second spent with you."

At that moment he took her other hand in his and pivoted their bodies so that they were facing each other, forcing Hermione to look into his eyes. He tried to put all his emotions on display at that one moment, hoping that she would take them and accept them.

"Hermione Jean Granger, I believe wholeheartedly that over these past weeks spent with you one emotion for you has fostered itself in my heart. And, contrary to your belief, it is not hatred, it is love. Pure, untouchable love, and I hope that you will see that I wouldn't ever leave you because of your bloodlines."

A small tear escaped Hermione's eye as she listened to those words entering the air.

"But what about my appearance. I've changed, I'm not that dark, beautiful girl anymore." Draco chuckled and placed a small, soft kiss on her cheek.

"That change in look didn't even mean anything to me. I got you, the same old you, and that was what had mattered all along." A small whimper escaped her lips as she stood up on the bed, balancing precariously on her knees, and wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders.

Hermione's point of view:

It seemed as though my heart, in that one moment, could have burst and it wouldn't have mattered. All that mattered in the world was that Draco wasn't going to leave me. He seemed to convince that doubtful voice in back of my head that there wasn't a reason to worry.

"Do you forgive me?" Draco whispered. Goodness, I had thrown him away, yelled at him, and had done whatever else I had done and he was apologizing?

"What would you even have to apologize for?'

"Clearly I'm not as great as you think I am if you were even thinking those thoughts in the first place." I raised my hand up to his face, gently rubbing my fingers along his jaw.

"You are as wonderful as I think you are. And you know what?"

"What?" he asked.

"I'm pretty sure I love you too." A huge smile broke out across his face as he pressed his lips against mine, all the emotions from those moments bundled up and sent through that one kiss. It lasted several minutes longer before Draco pulled back, allowing us both to breath.

He rested his forehead on mine, breathing heavily.

"You know what?"

"Hmm?" I hummed out, not much in the mood for talking.

"I think you're prettier this way. If you can change back, please don't. This was you from the beginning, don't ever change." I laughed and rose up to look into those storm cloud eyes.

"I'll keep that in mind."


The next months passed without a hitch. Ron finally came around, not that he ever talked to Draco, but excepting it was perfectly fine with me.

When it was sunny and moderately warm we would find ourselves outside lying in the grass looking at nothing in particular, just enjoying each other's company.

I went home during Christmas break, although I spent a lot of time with Draco, and found out why I had changed in the first place.

The enchantment was supposed to last 18 years, no longer and no shorter. Because my Mom had changed me back early it had messed up the curse, causing me to change back to how I had been before meeting the family. In some ways I was happier, and the fact that Draco liked me better like this was a much added bonus.

Life hadn't ever seemed to happy and carefree, leading me to believe that although the road to happiness is always bumpy and unexpected, the finished product is always nicer that what we at first perceive.

So, last chapter!:(:( to tell you the truth I'm kinda sad, but I wanna keep writing Dramione fanfiction! I just don't know what I'm going to write yet:):) So, for the last time in this story, farewell to you all! Hope that you enjoyed the journey (even if I didn't update as regularly as you, and I!, would have liked:))