The Green Games (Dramione)

After, Part 5

Well guys, holy crap, this is it.

The last chapter.

I wanted to get this out on Hermione's birthday (the 19th, seemed appropriate) and I missed it by a couple hours but it's probably still the 19th somewhere, maybe, right? Yes, I know it's been over a year. I have re-written this last chapter more times than I can count. But, I'm finally happy. Finally.

Just, woza. I'll collect my thoughts more by the end of the chapter, so be sure to check the A/N at the bottom out :)

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Arriving into the Burrow's living room was a jarring experience; she went from the outside air to the stuffy, but familiar, smell of the Burrow. She was also greeted with loud laughter, the smell of food wafting around, and a lot of people.

"How many people are here? What's going on?" Hermione questioned, trying to possibly wedge herself back into the Floo to escape, but Draco just rolled his eyes and pushed him in front of her, not answering. Hermione's eyes scanned the house. In front of her was the living room, and through the threshold she could see a gaggle of girls swapping makeup and using their wands as curlers; to her left was the kitchen and she could see Fred and Dean hanging around Mrs. Weasley, who was cooking something in a pot; to the right was the dining room and there were more males all at the table, playing a game of exploding snap. Hermione felt like she'd stepped into an alternate universe, one where the games had never happened and all these people were so easily happy.

"Helga Hufflepuff, you got her here!" Hannah got right up in Hermione's face, looking at Draco with a wide grin across his face.

"More like forcibly dragged me here, totally against my will," Hermione said sourly. She hoped Hannah would be on her side, because she knew that Draco was only middling on the list of people Hannah liked, but instead Hannah laughed.

"I mean, I did say by any means necessary," She said, shrugging, "I didn't think you'd be such a stick-in-the-mud, honestly."

"Hannah..." Hermione sighed, "I'm sure whatever this is will be really fun, but I'm just not in the mood." She said, apologetically, pleading.

"You haven't been in the mood for eons. Tonight is about me, kay?" Hannah waggled her finger, "So suck it up and pretend like you're going to have a great time."

"I still don't understand what's going on?" Hermione said, but Hannah was already halfway gone.

"I'm going to get the dresses. Make sure she doesn't flee," She said to Draco.

"Aye-aye, future Mrs. Diggory." Draco nodded, "C'mon, lets see what Mrs. Weasley is making."

Hermione, trying to catch up with the information that was being thrown at her, found herself dumbly following Draco.

"Mum...just a taste?" Fred was asking, as Dean was trying to sneak behind her to grab a fresh roll cooling on the sill.

"I know exactly what game you're playing, boys," Mrs. Weasley said, batting Dean away without looking at him, "Now, out! Food doesn't cook any faster with you salivating over it." Fred slinked away, sighing.

"It was a good effort, Dean," He said, patting the boy's shoulders, "Malfoy," He greeted Draco as he passed, although with zero animosity to his voice, "And ooh, I can't believe you got her out of the house!"

"Stop acting like I've become a damn hermit!" Hermione said.

"But...you sorta have," Dean shrugged, "You're here now, you know?" Hermione gave a moan of frustration and followed Draco into the kitchen, where Mrs. Weasley was smiling at him, of all things.