The last night at Hogwarts came quicker than expected. I got a letter from Mrs Weasley saying she would be happy to take me back into the Burrow along with Draco for as long as we needed. I think she really was ok with this because she wanted Harry and Ginny to stay so she could continue to look after their almost two year old child and their newborn. I don't know how she managed hiding a child from all of us in her house for two years but she was Mrs Weasley after all. Ron was now living with George above Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and helped run the shop. He informed me he will visit often to see his daughter, Estella -Rose.

Since it was the last night at Hogwarts most of the seventh years were holding private parties in their dormitories since parties were now banned. Malfoy and I, however, were happy to spend one last night in the Room of Requirement which over the year had become like a home. That's where we were now, up in our room. Zakrey was babysitting for us as usual so we could have some time completely to ourselves.

"So what do you want to do?" Draco asks.

"What do you mean 'what do you want to do?'" I reply cautiously.

"Well, we could really do anything," Draco replies with a happy shrug.

"Oh! So I could get out a ton of makeup and give you bright pink lipstick, use a ton of mascara and other makeup items and cover your face in it?"

"If you really want to. Do you?" He looks a little worried.

"Nah I'm to lazy to go find all the makeup and then I'd have to wash it off your face anyways and I really don't have the motivation to do that," I shrug.

"Oh thank goodness, I really thought you were going to—"

"Wait!" I interrupt. "Know what we could do," I say with a sly smile.

"Oh no." Draco looks extremely worried now. "What are you thinking of doing?" I take advantage of his worry.

"Oh, well, we are alone."

"Uhhhm," Draco looks extremely uncomfortable, "what do you mean? I'm getting kind of scared now. Should I be?" The tension in the room is almost tangible as I think of a reply.

"Oh Draco you don't have to be scared of me." I push him gently into a sitting position on the bed. His eyes widen in absolute fear. I pull off his shirt and throw it across the room.

"Are you sure that this is what you want to do?" He bites his lip nervously.

"What do you mean?" I ask suspiciously. I know what he's thinking but really Draco can be such a pushover.

"Uhh you know—"

"You're right!" I say with a huge grin. "Draco, you smell awful. Go take a shower. Bye," and I shove a spluttering Draco into the bathroom.

"Your mean," Draco pouts.

"You're a former death eater," I retort and slam the door in his face.

I entertain myself for the next ten or so minutes by practicing some spell work. Things we'll need in the real world. "If Ron and Harry were here right now they'd tell me that we've already faced the worst with Voldemort so the world is a much nicer place now. Also, that I'm the brightest witch of our age and the best."

"You know, I used to roll my eyes every time they said something like that, but over the course of this year you've proved time and time again that that is in fact quite true." I jump at his words and turn around to see Draco wrapped in a towel leaning around the door. Before I can open my mouth to say anything he says sarcastically," yeah I think I'll just stand here naked until the end of time. Hermione can you get me some clothes?"

"What like a dress? And don't you have a wand?" Draco chose to ignore my first question and said,

"Last I checked you were holding my wand in your left hand." He points and I look down at my hand to find that he's right.

"Whoops," I say,"Accio clothes for Draco." Some clothes of his fly across the room to me. I chuck them at him and he gets dressed quickly.

"So," Draco starts once he's sitting next to me on our bed," what do you want to do?"

"Now?" I ask.

"Now, in an hour, over the summer, for the rest of your life, whatever. Just tell me I'm curious."

"Oh," I think for a moment, " well, I'd love to see my parents again. At the height of the war I erased their memories and sent them to Australia and now that I'm a mother to Saros and Estella-Rose I want them bac—" my voice cracks and tears start flowing down my face in an endless stream. Draco pulls me close to him and I cry all over his shirt. Sending my parents away seemed like a good idea at the time but now— "I haven't seen them in years now, it's been so long. Draco, how many years has it been since the war ended?"

"Shh don't think about something so sad. It's our last night at Hogwarts and we're never coming back after this. Even though I had a miserable experience at this place I know you had so many good times here so let's talk about that." I smile and say,

" you mean like that time I punched you in the face?"

"Oh god Hermione not that," he groans, but I can see he's laughing too.

"But that's one of my best memories," I pout. "You were being such a prat!"

"Ok that is pretty true," he laughs. I'm hungry so I grab the green apple off his table. I'm about to take a bite when he takes it out of my hand and says," err it's late and it's unhealthy to eat before bed." I give him a suspicious look.

"What's with you and green apples?"

"There is nothing between her and I," he says quickly. I raise my eyebrows curiously at his choice of words but don't say anything more. "Lets go to sleep now," he says suddenly and it's amazing how quickly I fall asleep in his strong, warm arms.