Mixed Blood

Chapter 33

Hermione's POV

"Harry, wait!" I yelled, rushing out of the water. Harry was currently striding quickly away from the lake after catching sight of me and Malfoy.

"Potter! Don't be cross with her! She's your bloody best friend!" I hear Draco yell behind me. At this, Harry stopped and turned around.

"Don't you start, Malfoy! I thought you knew bloody well enough to leave her alone!" Harry yelled, glaring at him.

From behind us, the rest of the group ran up, attempting to calm everyone down. Ginny carefully ran up to Harry.

"Harry, dear...? Honey, put your wand down..." Ginny soothed. I hadn't noticed until now that Harry had been holding his wand firmly at eye level.

"Yeah, mate..." Seamus began. "Maybe we could grab a beer to calm your nerves..."

"Shut up, Seamus!" Dean hissed through his teeth, shooting a look of disappointment at his boyfriend.

Harry closed his eyes out of annoyance. After a few seconds, he opened them and took a deep breath. "All right, let's start from the beginning..."

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Draco's POV

Hermione, Potter, Ginny, and I walked up to the common room. The rest of the group left us alone, finally taking the hint.

Ginny and Potter sat on one couch, and Hermione and I sat opposite them. I could sense Hermione's nerves, so I grabbed her hand and squeezed it softly, reassuring her that we would be alright.

"How....when...?" Potter started, incapable of forming whole sentences.

Without hesitation, Hermione blurted, "Christmas."

I looked at her with confusion. We hadn't kissed until about a week later on New Year's. But then I remembered. I remembered that night when I saw her for the first time after getting my face burnt off (thanks a lot Pansy). When I helped her find something elegant to wear. When Goyle spilled his drink on her so I comforted her by taking her ice-skating.

I suppose, in the grand scheme of things, it didn't all start with a kiss. It started with a dance on ice.

And it only grew. When I helped her cheer up after she'd fallen into an academic slump. After her best friend lost his memory...

And then it fell apart.

You don't pay much attention to something when it's in good condition. But the minute it breaks is the minute it matters. The minute you realize that you can't undo the damage. Ever try to say sorry to a broken plate? It doesn't put it back together now, does it?

But I was lucky. I fell in love with Hermione soon after, and she accepted me despite what I had done. Not everyone is as fortunate.

So I told Potter this, every sappy line of it. It's how he finally came around and accepted what Blaise constantly refers to as "Dramione". Although, who the bloody hell would call us that?

And in all of this, Hermione loved me too. She didn't tell me often, which, believe me, makes a man doubt himself. But when she did, it meant the world.

This was the story of how I fell in love with my wife. And how she fell in love with me.

A/N Well how was that? I told you guys it would end well!! I know it was abrupt and that you weren't expecting it, but I just started typing the words and couldn't stop! Thank you all so so much for sticking through this story with me since the very beginning. I cannot believe the amount of attention it's received and I love you all to bits for reading every crappy, cringeworthy line of it.

Since this ended so quickly, I would like to take the opportunity introduce my next fan fiction, "Fused Blood," the sequel to this story. It will basically take place in Dramione's future, which will included marriages, kids (whom I will not kill off), and all the good stuff in between.

Again, thank you all so so much. It has been such a pleasure writing this story. Till next time!

--potterfanfic394