A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you guys liked the last chapter. Now originally, I hadn't planned to write this chapter, because Hermione wasn't supposed to have a criminal report in the draft, but as I became more and more engrossed in this story, I realised that those crimes could be related to the fourth and final mystery of this book (four mysteries, isn't that crazy?) So far, three of them have been revealed, or ended on cliffhangers, but will be answered soon. So do you remember those mysteries? Maybe you will get the answer to one of them in this chapter. Read the A/N at the end of the chapter to find out when the next chapter will be out. On with the chapter!

Almost two weeks later....

"Hey there."

Draco looked up from the floor to see a pretty, young witch smiling at him from her portrait, beckoning him to come towards her.

"I-I am sorry it took me so long to come here, to face you. I just wasn't able to find the courage to do so." He confessed.

She kept smiling at him. "It really doesn't matter, Draco, at least not to me. Yes, I had been upset when you didn't come here, even if the others did. And even if every time that door opened, I had expected to see you standing there, but was left with disappointment when it turned out to be someone else. But you are here now, and better late than never, right?"

He couldn't understand how she couldn't be mad at him. She was too forgiving, maybe it was her strength or her weakness. Perhaps it was her beauty.

But whatever it was, didn't matter to Draco. Because it was one of those many things that had made him fall in love with her. 

And maybe if she hadn't been too forgiving, then he wouldn't have been standing there, in front of her portrait, in the first place. 

He wouldn't have been able to live such a good life if it weren't for that quality of hers.

"What? Cat got your tongue, huh?" She teased him, just like she always did. "I mean, a certain someone once told me that cats do get along with ferrets quite well."

At this, he let out a chuckle. "You are never going to forget that are you? And I am pretty sure neither you, nor anyone else will ever let me forget this awful memory."

She shook her head. "Of course not, it is quite memorable. And it may have been awful for you, but the others enjoyed it quite a lot. There is a problem though. I only wish I would have been able to watch that."

He too shook his head, but smiled at her nevertheless. "You are damn amazing, you know that right? You are so strong, and just.... Just perfect, Astoria."

She grinned at him. "Nothing and nobody is perfect, you said so yourself a while back, remember?"

"But you are." He insisted. 

"So am I nothing? And nobody as well?" She mock glared at him. 

"I-" His eyes widened. "I didn't mean to say that, I promise. I was just saying that you are perfect, despite your flaws. Wait, I mean you don't really have any flaws. And you are one of kind, not an odd person though. I think more like-" Draco started rambling.

Astoria cut him off by her laughter. "Relax, Draco. I know what you meant. I was just messing with you. Although I do admit that it's quite good to see you like this."

"What? Me rambling because of being nervous?"

"No," She said, "Like this, Laughing, smiling, just being your real self, you know? And not that 'miserable and blaming yourself'."

Draco sighed. "Granger told you about that, didn't she?"

Astoria nodded. "Did you expect her not to? I may have been gone, but she is still my close friend. And I am glad she did, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten to know how you are torturing yourself."

"Tori...." He looked away from her.

"No," She shook her head firmly. "No more wallowing in grief, Draco. It has almost been a month, you need to let go and look after yourself now."

"I know," He said, "I know and that's the reason I went to your funeral. I realised that I had to let go, and that I needed a closure otherwise I wouldn't be able to focus on anything else."

"I know," She repeated his words, "Hermione told me."

"How did she know about?" He raised his eyebrows in confusion. "I don't recall having a conversation of that sorts with her."

She merely smiled at him. "She has always been the one who could read you the best, right? You don't need to say anything for her to understand."

"She's my best friend." He whispered.

"And it will do you well to remember that fact when you read Lucius' second letter, Draco. You have changed, and I would hate to see it if you once again become the prat you once were." Astoria crossed her arms in front of her.

Draco sighed. "Granger told you about that as well?" Not giving her a chance to answer, he continued, "No, don't bother. I know she must have, considering she just hasn't ever learnt to keep her nose out of other people's businesses."

"Draco," The tone of her voice made him look back at her, "The point of this conversation is not that. I just want to know whether or not you are going to do what Lucius told you to do."

He shook his head. "Granger was there for me even when I snapped at her or treated her badly, I just.... I just can't throw her out of my house after that now, can I?" As she smiled at him, he added, "Plus there is the fear of Mother murdering me if she got to know that I had thrown her precious Hermione out of the house."

She laughed at that. "That is so true, or maybe she could turn your hair red like the Weasleys." 

And just like the pair started talking about various things like it was completely normal, ignoring the fact that one of them wasn't really there with the other and that Draco had avoided coming to see her for days.

After a few hours, Draco looked at the clock and sighed. "I can't believe it is lunch time yet. Time really flies, doesn't it?"

"Realised that pretty soon, didn't you? Only took you twenty five years to do that." She teased him. "But it doesn't matter. You will come back, and we can talk more than. But you will, right? You will come back, won't you?"

"Of course." He promised as he walked towards the door. Looking at her over his shoulder, he asked, "Tori.... You will be here, won't you? You will never leave me, right?"

"You are my best friend, Draco." She said, and it was something she had always told him ever since they had started dating. "You don't leave your best friends now, do you?"

He smiled at her. "Good. And then maybe we can just read books like we used to, afterwards? Just like old times?"

She nodded as he finally left the room. Once he had closed the door behind him, Astoria sighed and looked at the portrait of her family. 

"Nothing will ever be the same as before, Draco." She whispered. "Times are changing, and so are you."

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"What are you doing?"

Hermione jumped as she heard the voice behind her say that. Placing the report on the table, she narrowed her eyes the person came and stood in front of her. 

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Draco apologised, the look on his face conveying otherwise, something which he didn't bother to hide.

"Bloody sneaky freaking Slytherin." She muttered as he laughed at her and sat down next to her on the couch.

Despite her annoyingness at him, Hermione couldn't deny that it hadn't been nice to hear him laugh again.

It was the second time he had laughed ever since Astoria had left them.

The first had been a few days back, when Draco had slept till nine o'clock, and to wake him up, Hermione had made Athy sat down on his stomach, and the little Malfoy in turn had started pulling at his cheeks.

Cursing angrily, he had woken just to see his daughter and best friend smiling cheekily at him. He had shaken his head, and gotten out of bed, all the while muttering, "Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus."

And when they had started laughing at him, he had shouted, "It means never tickle a sleeping dragon, you two. When will you get my point? Or maybe you are just like my Mother. She never gets the point either."

Athy looked at him while titling her head to one side, as if saying she didn't understand a point of what he was saying. Draco facepalmed himself, trust him to think that his daughter could understand Latin.

But he couldn't help but start laughing with them as well. It was just so silly, but at the same time, it felt so good. Perhaps even nice. 

Hermione had forgotten the sound of his laughter, that is, the one which was genuine. Not the one in which he was making fun of someone, like he used to sneer at them all the time when they were small children. 

She remembered how he used to laugh at her when she would fall in public and embarass herself during their eighth year, but she knew that it had always made her laugh as well. 

She would fall a hundred times in public if only to make him laugh.

And as she looked at him right now, how the dimple on his cheek was visible as he smiled at her, she knew that this time, it was not a forced one.

He was healing. 

He was getting better, and she was truly happy for her best friend. Although she knew that the credit definitely went to Astoria. 

That witch was truly remarkable, being able to make him smile after they just had a simple conversation. 

"Anyways," Draco nudged her on her side with his elbow, "You didn't answer my question. What were you doing before you starred muttering at me angrily?" 

"Oh I was just going through this report." She picked it up, and showed the report to him. "Again." 

Draco looked at it and saw what it was. Her criminal record report.

His brows furrowed in confusion. "But why?" He couldn't understand why she felt the need to read this report again.

The said report, which was a bit stupid in his opinion, had been stored away in a box by them after she had let him read it, and explained everything almost two years ago.

"I don't really know." She whispered, her eyes fixed on the report. "I was just searching for a few things, when I came across that box. I recalled what Adam had told me to do with the report after he had met you.... And I wondered if perhaps I could do that right now?"

"Now? Granger it has been two years since Adam gave you that option, and seven years since you.... well, since those crimes took place." He told her, cringing when he had almost said that she had committed those crimes. Despite it being the truth, he knew she was still haunted by the things that she had done, even though she didn't want to.

"I know, Draco. At that time, I wasn't ready to face all of that again. I knew it had been five years but it had not even been months since I came back to England. To face the Wizengamot again after all of that, it was too much for me."

He took her hand in his, and squeezed it gently. "I know, I was right there when you told him that you didn't want to do it, and I promised you before he arrived that I would support your decision, whatever it would be."

And support he did. He didn't question her when she told him her decision. Instead he had told her to call him whenever she had a nightmare, no matter the time, and had held her when she had broken down in front of him.

Of course, she had told Astoria about the report as well, and her friend hadn't judged her even for a second. Just like her husband, she had been there for Hermione, and even suggested they hangout in Diagon Alley and Muggle London to take her mind off things.

She smiled at him. "But now, when I saw it again, I thought about how many people don't get a fair trial, or that they don't have enough evidence to prove their innocence. Like Sirius, you know? And on the other hand, I had been given the chance to do that, but I refused it. Then I decided that no more. I won't let this affect me any more. I will do what Adam told me, and maybe I will get my closure."

Draco nodded, knowing perfectly well the importance of a closure. "So, do you want to look at it once last time before we go to the Ministry, or not?"

"We?" She raised her eyebrows at him. 

"Yes, we." He nodded. "You are my best friend, and I know how hard this is for you. You were there for me all the time, and so, I can't let you do this alone."

She squeezed his hand as they looked at the report. Though neither was acknowledged of the fact that time, both of them were thinking about the day Hermione had told Draco her crimes.

Flashback

"I suppose we should talk about it." 

Hermione looked up from her cup of tea to see Draco watching her with a serious expression on his face. She nodded and stood up to put the dishes in the sink.

"Look, Hermione," He said as she sat back down on her chair, "I don't want to pressure you, but the Aurors will be coming here after a few hours, and obviously we need to tell them something. I am not saying you should go and tell them what you did, but we have to do the right thing. And I won't be able to decide what it is, unless you tell me the truth."

It was the day after when Draco had rescued her from Carl Roger. Though she had admitted that she had killed someone, he had told her to explain that in the morning considering she had been through a lot in those few hours.

"As you know that I have committed three crimes because of my file colour," She pointed to the object which was lying on the table in front of her, "But I swear that I never wanted to do them, Draco. You have to believe me, I never wanted to kill someone."

Sighing, he sat down next to her. "I do. I do believe you, Hermione, but Roger or the Aurors won't right? They want the truth, and as much as we both hate to admit it, you did kill someone, Hermione." He said as he took her hands in his. When he saw that she was looking away from him, perhaps lost in her thoughts, he asked, "How about you tell me what exactly happened?"

And so she did, she told him everything. 

Hermione had been roaming around in the Forbidden Forest, looking for a few herbs, and without realising, she had reached the other end of it. The end which was near a muggle village, but she had no idea about that little detail.

As she continued searching for the herbs, she heard a rustling sound near the bushes in front of her. Her first instinct before would have been to ignore it. But the war had taught her many things, and a few death eaters had been spotted around Hogsmeade a few weeks back, so she knew she couldn't take any chances. Slowly, she pointed her wand in front of her, as she walked away from the bushes.

But before she could even take more than two steps backwards, she saw a black cloak turning away from the bushes, and without even wasting a second, she shot it with the first spell that came in her mind.

"Stupefy!"

For a second, nothing happened. And then she heard a yell, accompanied with a heart wenching sob.

Hermione quickly ran towards the direction the sound came from, and her eyes widened as she took in the sight in front of her. A child was lying on the ground, who was barely conscious and his head bleeding. Beside him, a woman was crying and trying to keep him awake.

"You!" The woman yelled at Hermione as the witch walked towards them. "You did this to my Rick, didn't you? Answer me! And- what is this stick in your hand?"

Hermione gulped as she realised what they were, and what she had just done. Muggles. 

And apparently, the force of her spell had caused the boy, who didn't seem to be of more than three years old, to hit his head on the biggest rock which was there on the ground. She had severely harmed a person.

A small innocent child, whose only fault was that he was wearing a black coloured cloak.

"How dare you harm my son?" She barely had time to react before the woman ran towards her. She would have strangled her, if a spell hadn't hit her from behind.

"Wha-" Hermione gasped as she the person standing a few feet in front of her. A Death Eater. She pointed her wand at the woman and her son, with the intent to cast Protego on them, but before she could even utter a word of it, the death eater used Flipendo on her.

Fortunately, she managed to avoid hitting the rocks, but fell on the ground. As she slowly got up, she saw that person pointing his wand at the two Muggles. She shot a spell at him, which he dodged, and fired one of his own.

The duel continued for a few minutes, until he cast a spell on her, and Hermione fell on top of the rocks, her left hand getting severely wounded because of the impact. And she saw the person pointing his wands again at the muggles, a spell escaped her mouth before she could even think twice about it.

She would not let them take another innocent life.

"Avada Ked-"

"Diffindo!"

He screamed as the spell caused cuts to appear on his body, and he fell down on the ground. His eyes slowly closed as his hands fell down the ground. He was dead.

Hermione slowly stood up on her trembling legs and neared the three people lying on the ground. She had just taken a life. Quickly, she healed the yound boy, and obliviated his and his mother's memories before waking her up. 

Since before doing that, she had cast a special disillusionment charm on the death eater's body so only she could see it, the two Muggles walked away from there without a glance in her direction.

"So you were talking about him when you said that you had killed someone?" When Hermione nodded, Draco continued, "Then why is that a crime? He was a death eater, and you obviously saved the Muggles' lives."

"Because he was innocent."

His jaw dropped. "What?"

"He was innocent." She repeated. "A blue coloured mark appears on a person's hand if they die while being imperiused, and he had that mark. I hadn't seen it until I had called Harry there to help me. He was the one who buried him, and took care of his funeral and everything else. Do you now know why Carl Roger is after me?"

As she his eyes widened, she knew he had made the connection. "Yes," She told him, "That person was Carl's brother, and he wants to avenge his death."

Draco sighed as he thought what Carl had told him when he had rescued Hermione. "And what were the other two crimes?"

"The other one was obliviating my parents." She whispered. 

Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing. She had done that to protect her parents, he couldn't understand how it was supposed to be a crime. But before he could tell her his thoughts, she said, "I know what you are thinking. But apparently, I wasn't of age when I had obliviate them." 

She continued, "When a person is 18 years old, he is considered to be of age in the Muggle World. So the Minister of Magic, Peter Scrimgeour, decided that to obliviate a Muggle you have to be of 18 years as well. And I was seventeen at that time, and also obliviate is considered a pretty harmful spell, specially for Muggles."

"That's bullcrap." Draco exclaimed. 

"It is what it is." She shrugged. "Peter hated the 'Golden Trio' because of what happened to his brother, Rufus, and he is a pure blood, so he hates Muggleborns. Before the start of eighth year, he got to know what I had done, and so he decided it was a crime." 

He wanted to say something. That Wizengamot's decision also matters, but one look at her face, and he knew he couldn't say anything. 

After the war, instead of Kingsley Shacklebolt, Peter Scrimgeour, the Head of Department of International Magical Cooperation was made the Minister of Magic as Kingsley was sent to France due to Order business. And because there were so many empty seats in the Wizengamot, it was decided that the Minister would take decisions, until the Wizengamot would get filled which only happened a few weeks before the start of their eighth year.

Hermione, who had wanted to find her parents after the war, decided to take the help of the Ministry, but unfortunately, Peter had taken a look at her case and decided it was a crime. He decided that because she was guilty, her punishment would be to stay in England for a year and if she did not follow that rule, she would get arrested. 

Many people did not like Peter and his decisions, and so they decided to protest. Fortunately, at the same time, Kingsley had returned, and he was made the Minister, but being the fair Minister he was, he decided that no one's status would help them to escape the consequences of their crimes. He had wanted to help Hermione, because he knew she was innocent, but he couldn't due to the laws. 

Thankfully, for Draco, Kingsley was present in the Wizengamot when it was his turn for the trial, in August 1998, and he was declared innocent. 

"And the third one?" Draco asked her. 

She sighed. "It is related to the those two crimes. I didn't tell anyone about that death eater, well except Harry. I knew it was wrong, but I just.... I just couldn't bring myself to go to the Ministry and tell them everything. I didn't even go to Pomfrey, I healed the wounds myself. But the one on my left arm, it still wasn't healed nicely, so I had to wrap a bandage around it. A week after it had happened, we had a fight in our common room. Remember that?" 

He nodded, it was the day he had decided to tell her his decision about something, but before he had the chance to do that, they had started arguing. And the next day, which was his birthday, she had left. 

"It was becoming too much for me. I was having nightmares everyday, sometimes more than once in a single day. And then that fight, I couldn't handle it anymore. I had to just get away from there. But before I could do so, somebody informed the Ministry about what I had done, and they sent me a letter asking me to come there. I didn't, I just left. I wrote a letter to Harry, telling him everything, where I was going and all that, because I knew he wouldn't tell anyone. I went to Australia, and ignored all the Ministry owls. A few weeks later, Kingsley arrived in Australia, for some reason, and he spotted me. He didn't take me back to England, instead he asked me to tell him exactly what had happened. So I did, and thankfully, he understood. We both knew that if I went back to England, I would be sent to Azkaban. So, we went to the Australian Ministry, and the Minister was Kingsley's friend, and he told him everything. The Minister, John, understood and he wrote a letter to the British Ministry, telling them that since I was in Australia, the Australian Ministry will look after my case." 

"So were you arrested?" 

She nodded. "Yes. Australia doesn't have a prison like Azkaban, so I had to spent a year and a half in the Ministry prison. And after that, my case was closed and I decided to stay in Australia. I didn't want to come back after everything that had happened, and Kingsley ensured that no one would get to know about my case. But when the Auror programme was introduced, I had to come back." 

"Okay. And you know I still can't understand why you didn't tell me anything." When she looked away from him, he continued, "I would have been there for you. Anyways, we need to catch Carl Roger now. Do you have any information about him?"

She shook her head. "I don't. I realised who he was when he said Roger, because when Harry had taken care of his funeral, he had found an Identity card in his cloak's pocket, and we got to know the name that time. But other than that, I have no idea."

Flashback over

"Do you think Kingsley would be able to do what Adam suggested?" Draco asked her after a few minutes. 

"I think so. The laws have been changed now, and so the obliviate isn't one if my crimes now. And as for killing him, Adam said that I had done that to save myself, and the Muggles and even spent more than a year in prison, so it could be removed from the criminal report." 

Draco nodded slowly. "So then there will only be one crime in your report, that is running away." 

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The next day....

"Dammit!" Draco shouted and threw the book, which was lying on the nightstand, on the floor. 

It was the first thing he had said when he woke up that morning, and read the letter which the owl had bought, Lucius' letter. 

"Wha-what happened?" A sleepy yet panicked Hermione entered his room, with her pointed in front of her. "Are you okay? I heard you shouting."

He nodded as he sat down on his bed. She looked at the book lying on the ground, and then shook her head at him.

Trust Draco to use books as a way to take out his anger. Honestly, that wizard may love books, but he wasn't above throwing them every now and then, she thought.

As she returned the book to its original place, she saw a letter in his hands. Sitting down next to him on the bed, she asked, "What is that?"

"Read it for yourself." He muttered and passed her the letters.

Her eyes widened and anger grew as she quickly read the letter. She couldn't believe the nerve of this stupid man. How could he do this to his own son? "Lucius has taken away your inheritance, and everything else that was supposed to be yours. And.... You don't have anything in your vault now, not even a single galleon."

"Well he told me that he would disinherit me if I didn't do as he says. Seems like he did more than just disinherit me, I am penniless now."

"But what about the money you had earned by being an Auror? You had earned that money on your own, it is yours."

"It doesn't belong to me now." He informed her. "All that money was going to the Malfoys' vault, the one of my family, and not in my personal one. I remember Mother telling me that I will become the owner of that vault when I become of age, but due to Voldemort residing in the Manor, I wasn't able to sign the required papers, and after that, it just escaped my mind. I hadn't even thought about that until I read his letter. I just have this house now, because Astoria and I bought it together. Father somehow managed to disinherit me, despite the fact that I inherited all of that stuff when I turned 17."

"He cannot do that-"

"But he did, Granger, he did." Draco scoffed. "If I want to get it back, then I have to work overtime in the Ministry for eleven months, or earn at least half of all the money that is there in the vault, before four years. Of course, the latter is no option for me, it will take me more than four bloody years to earn that much money. So I only have one option." 

He stood up and walked towards the photo of his family which was hanging on the wall in front of his bed. "I don't know how I will be able to take care of Athy while working overtime."

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Narcissa sighed as her son slammed his door shut. "It was his habit to do that when he was younger. He wasn't the easiest child to handle, you know?"

Hermione and Draco had been in Athy's room when they had heard the sound of floo. Hermione who was holding his daughter that time, had come downstairs to see Narcissa standing there, an apologetic look on her face.

When Draco saw his mother, he mumbled, "I don't want to talk to anyone," and climbed up the stairs to his room.

Slamming his door had been his way of telling them that they shouldn't try to talk with him. He didn't want to be bothered that time.

"Really? I would have never thought that." Hermione joked. "However if the way he was at Hogwarts is a proof, then I can guess how he was as a child."

"I mean I have shown you his baby photos, and told you a few stories of what he used to do as well." She said, but turned serious a second later. "I am sorry I came here without notice."

"You don't have to apologise, Narcissa, you are always welcome here, it's your son's home after all." Hermione said. "I know that Draco loves having you here. And it's always good to see you."

The older witch smiled. "That's sweet of you, Hermione, but I don't think my son appreciates me coming here right now." Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but Narcissa stopped her. "I know everything about the letter. I had honestly thought Lucius had forgotten about it when he didn't send it last week, but of course, he's the stubbornest person ever."

"Draco received it just a few minutes ago, and he has been panicking about it ever since. He's afraid he will not be able to take care of Athy because of the work, and he doesn't trust an outsider to take care of her. I just....I wish I could help him."

She placed her hand on Hermione's upper arm and squeezed it. "You can. You can be there for him and help him."

"I-I don't understand." She shook her head. "How?"

"By taking care of Athy." Narcissa stated. Before the other witch could protest, she continued, "You are the only one who could do that. According to the letter Lucius sent him, neither I nor him can take care of Athy, and we are going back to France soon. Plus, you yourself said that he doesn't trust an outsider to take care of her. And we all know he is never going to trust the Weasleys to do that either, even if I believe Molly can do that. Of course, I understand that you have your work as well, and you can say no if you want."

Hermione sighed. Just yesterday she had sent a letter to the Ministry asking them if she could become an Investigator instead of an Auror, she was tired of seeing people wounded. nd Kingsley had also told her to not come to the Ministry for a few weeks, somebody had gotten to know about her report, and they wanted it to have the matter under control before she came there. 

And on top of that, he had told her that he won't be giving her any new cases for a while, as she was dealing with the report.

"I-I don't know." Hermione finally said.

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"What are you doing?" Draco asked her.

Without looking up, she said, "Making a ferret costume." She heard him grumbling, and added, "If it weren't obvious, genius, I am making dinner."

"No," He got up from his seat and grabbed her hand, turning her towards him, "I meant what are you doing here? You have been here for a month now, and yes you can come here whenever you want, but what are you really doing here, Granger?"

"I am taking care of Athy." She muttered.

"You were." He corrected. "You were doing that when I wanted to be alone. But now that I am better, I can take care of her. You don't have to do that."

She shook her head. "I meant that I am and will take care of Athy while you work overtime-"

"No. Absolutely not. I don't need your pity nor your held, Granger." He hissed. "I don't care whatever rubbish Mother told you, you don't have to do that. Besides what about your work?"

She told him about the letter she had received yesterday. "It's not pity, Draco, I just want to help you. What other option do you have?"

Hermione had told Astoria about Lucius' letter, and she had asked her to look after them, specially Athy. Astoria had told her to fulfill her promise, and that she wanted to go and use Bat Bogey hex on Lucius.

"I will figure something out."

"What? Will you take her to the raids? Or to the meetings? What will you do?" She asked him. "I am sorry to say this, but you can't do that."

"And what about when you will go back to work?"

"We will think about it then. Face it Draco, you won't be able to do this alone. Let me help my best friend. Please?" She sighed and added, "Besides you owe me for lying for you during detention in eighth year, remember?"

He looked away from her. "Sometimes I really hate you, you know that right?"

"And the other times?"

"I think you are infuriating and annoying." He muttered. "But you are right. I don't have any other option." Draco looked at her again, and said, "I will do anything for Athy, so I will take your help Granger."

A/N: That's it for this chapter. It was 5400+ words. Hope you guys liked it. It was so long, and I don't even like it. It was totally rubbish. I struggled a bit with it, and I apologise for the weird chapter. Random question: Harry or Draco? Answer in the comments below. Vote, comment and please share my story. Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you!

Next chapter on 6/12/20(Sunday).

Until next time.